The Paris Review rejected "Notes to Self On The Appropriate Uses of Humor" today. But they rejected it on a full page letter, addressed directly to me, and signed by a senior editor. They said it wasn't right for The Paris Review, and that they appreciated me thinking of them. Also, they have only had it for three weeks.
I think this means it's probably done.
So, Friend Two, I will start sending it out and I'll stop tinkering. Swear. Pinkie swear.
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A full page rejection signed by a senior editor at the Paris Review? Are you shitting me? This is fantastic news!
As for the story, send it out. Send it everywhere. Thou shall be published.
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Posted by: Alana | August 16, 2006 at 06:40 PM
I feel as if I've waited my whole life to hear the words: Friend Two is right.
Also, your blog comment I wrote yesterday appeared today in my story:
"I never had anything, not the life I wanted, not the life I want back. If Amy spoke honestly, she’d say: you make your own unhappiness, so stop."
And so I think, from now on, that instead of writing in Word I'll write in TM post windows.
And also: CONGRATULATIONS. Note I'm not the kind of person who puts in a 'D.'
Much love,
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Posted by: Friend2 | August 17, 2006 at 01:46 PM