The life of a book editor is not as glamorous as some people might imagine. It’s not a bad life – I wouldn’t trade it for any other – but it’s a profession people choose out of love for books, not money. I’ve been having the same habitual exchange for years with my building’s super, who is from Ecuador. In my limited Spanish, I say, « Qui passe? » (What’s happening?) To which he replies, « Mucho trabajo! » (Much work!) And then we shake our heads and say, in unison, «Poco dinero!» – (little money) or sometimes “Pocito dinero,” – very little money. Then we laugh and smile at each other, enjoying our little joke about the injustice of the world.
It’s one of those rituals that make city life so sweet, an interaction with relative strangers that doesn’t take a lot out of you but is still a way of connecting with fellow New Yorkers. It’s safe, predicatable, and utterly comforting, like that tattered sweater you wear again and again because it reminds you of Christmas at your aunt and uncle’s house in the country, with its smell of pine and ginger cookies and homemade eggnog with nutmeg.
But I can play the game with him because, in fact, I probably make less money than he does. My profession may be more “genteel,” with business lunches at Keens Steakhouse with authors and agents, but his is more secure, with his union contract and wage negotiations. But we can both connect with the feeling that work is always piling up so quickly it’s hard to stay on top. In his case, it’s leaky faucets and clogged drains and rusting pipes, but in mine it’s a neverending slew of manuscripts – first drafts, rewrites, ARC’s (advance review copies), cover proofs, copy edited books, not to mention sales and editorial staff meetings. I’m not directly involved in every phase of our work – we have copy editors, editorial assistants, a tech staff, and a sales force. Like Alfred Hitchcock’s famous comment about a movie only being as good as its villain, I often think a publishing house is only as good as its sales force – especially these days, when the market is so glutted with self-published – er, junk. Don’t get me started – I promised Wally I would be nice. He’s my boyfriend, and he’s a cop, so I’d better watch what I say.
I do think it’s fair to say that anyone who has gone into publishing – and stayed there – loves books. Most of us also love writers, in spite of their neurotic, obsessive personalities, their egos and self-absorbtion. We love them because they give us the drug we have craved since early childhood – the chance to submerge ourselves in a story. To forget about the mundane details of life for a few hours, and live large between the pages of their books, whether chasing serial killers through the streets of Manhattan or following an orphan boy through the alleys of London. They allow us a peek at lives more exciting than our own, and characters who are somehow more intense, more fascinating – more alive than the people around us.
I’m not really sure how they do it, and I’m not sure I want to know. But I do know that as long as I’m able, I’ll continue to be a midwife to the crazy, talented authors I work with, even if it means mucho trabajo and pocito dinero. It’s the least I can do, si?
Who Killed Blanche DuBois? | Who Killed Dorian Gray? | Who Killed Mona Lisa?
New York mystery book editor Claire Rawlings has enough on her hands with her eccentric and ferociously egotistical authors. But life is further complicated by the unannounced arrival of precocious and equally egotistical twelve-year-old prodigy, Meredith Lawrence, who has “adopted” Claire as a mentor and parent figure. Claire and Meredith soon find themselves in the middle of mysterious murders, hunting down criminals who seem to have stepped out of the pages of Claire’s mysteries – though they soon discover that real-life killers are not so easily caught.
Meet the author
Carole Buggé (aka C. E. Lawrence) has nine published novels, six novellas and a dozen or so short stories and poems. Her work has received glowing reviews from such publications as Kirkus, The Library Journal, Publisher’s Weekly, Booklist, The Boston Herald, Ellery Queen, and others. Her short fiction has appeared in numerous anthologies and magazines.
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I just put Blanch DuBois on my list at the library!
Thank you so much, Gram!
I so loved these books, Carole! Only wish there were more than three…
I love the way you write, Carole! You are every person’s person. Down to earth. Real. Cool. Easy to read and relate to. All three of these characters are interesting; but I will read Mona Lisa because: – saw her at The Louvre, – love Italian, – love wine, – and I think many people are in her face (well, not ‘in-her-face’ like a New Yorker) , maybe they are a little. But I mean her expression and features contain all of us – We’re in there! I’ll keep reading you Carole. TODO BIEN!
Kathy,
How lovely to hear from you – and thank you for reading them! Who knows, maybe someday I’ll return to that series…. hope you’re keeping well in beautiful Canada. We had a fantastic trip to Montreal, Nova Scotia & PEI, but Toronto is still on our wish list!
Thanks, Cousin Jill – your support is so appreciated. Just a heads up it’s not the real Mona Lisa – the victim is a girl who goes by that name. If you’re going to read the series, Who Killed Blanche Dubois might be the place to start…. thank you so much, at any rate! ( :
What a fun and informative blog posting today. I really enjoyed a few of the author’s novels, but it has been awhile since I read them. About time to begin again with the others, then, isn’t it?? I have to laugh, as I know a real life person by the name Blanche Dubois and so I won’t easily forget this book or the series anytime soon. Keep up the great work C. E./Carole.
Cynthia
Thank you so much, Cynthia! How amazing you know a real life Blanche! Her parents must have been huge fans of Tennessee Williams. ( : Appreciate you logging on to leave a comment!
I enjoyed reading this article Carole. The article was fluid and flowed smoothly. It was very informative. I hadn’t realized how UN appealing being an editor was. I thought their lives were more glamorous and paid better. I enjoy your writing style and I will be checking out your books. Thank you, Melody
Thank you so much, Melody – I appreciate your logging on to comment, and thanks for checking out the books. Yes, editors are a rare and valuable breed of people – I love my editor at Kensington. But they definitely are not in it for the money!