tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046663689477874544.post74226026362448221..comments2023-11-05T05:01:58.563-05:00Comments on Ward Six: The Greatness of Lydia DavisUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046663689477874544.post-72869816530225984802007-03-05T20:28:00.000-05:002007-03-05T20:28:00.000-05:00Amen.5 red pandas, I'd be curious to know what you...Amen.<BR/><BR/>5 red pandas, I'd be curious to know what you had to do at FSG.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2046663689477874544.post-45288818099018140042007-03-02T23:00:00.000-05:002007-03-02T23:00:00.000-05:00I second your feelings on Lydia Davis. Her stuff a...I second your feelings on Lydia Davis. Her stuff always leaves an impression no matter what mode she's writing in. <BR/><BR/>I now wish I hadn't sold her book all those summers ago. Maybe I'll pick up something by her tomorrow at the Strand.<BR/><BR/>Ugh. FSG. Whew. Brings back memories. I got my first non-temp, big girl job at Holtzbrinck in 2001, which of course includes FSG. Naturally, one of the reasons I sold the Davis book was because I didn't make enough money working for Holtzbrinck to eat(after paying rent and bills). I used to use my unlimited metrocard to take the subway down to Chinatown so I could eat a dollar's worth of dumplings and a dollar sized hot and sour soup. I became an expert on all the less-than-five-dollars lunch specials in the below-23rd street area. <BR/><BR/>My boss was afraid that I was secretly writing a novel on the clock. I wasn't. I was too depressed and too busy carting water for her, when not being harassed on the telephone by the author of a grammar book. <BR/><BR/>When I quit the job my boss bought farewell donuts, but nobody bothered to leave their offices (I was the only one without an office) to share the donuts with me. Not even my boss. I swear, it doesn't seem possible, but donuts can taste passive aggressive. <BR/><BR/>I think I earned some bad publishing world Karma when I stole those stamps from the New Yorker. Hopefully that cycle finally ended when I got fired from Penguin. <BR/><BR/>I did a reading two years ago, and an editor from Penguin talked to me afterward and told me she really enjoyed what I'd read. I'm such an idiot, during our conversation I said, "Penguin? Oh yeah, I got fired from there." Then I reassured her that it was probably the best thing to happen to me, mostly because I was running out of publishing conglomerates to work for. <BR/><BR/>I've since learned to be less forthright. Well, this being the exception.<BR/><BR/>Have a good weekend!5 Red Pandashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15625556395114591952noreply@blogger.com