{"id":1890,"date":"2018-12-09T14:15:20","date_gmt":"2018-12-09T22:15:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=1890"},"modified":"2018-12-09T14:15:20","modified_gmt":"2018-12-09T22:15:20","slug":"saga-of-an-unpublished-novel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.maureeneppstein.com\/mve_journal\/?p=1890","title":{"rendered":"Saga of an unpublished novel"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"novel<\/a>

The manuscript of “A Stone from the Wall”<\/p><\/div>\n

In the bottom drawer of my old black filing cabinet sits a beat-up cardboard box that contains the dog-eared\u00a0 manuscript of my first completed novel in the US, \u201cA Stone from the Wall.\u201d The saga of my attempts to get it published, as reflected in letters to my parents, may get a nod of recognition from other aspiring writers.<\/p>\n

March 15, 1972<\/em><\/span>
\nI have finally got my book off my hands. I received an invitation last week to submit it to Houghton Mifflin Co., one of the most prestigious of the major publishing companies, so after a final frantic effort to finish typing the fair copy, it is now on its way. Whether they will buy it or not is of course another matter, but just to get an editor there enthusiastic about the idea is a tremendous boost. It is their sort of book\u2014a serious look at a contemporary theme. My subject is racial prejudice, and the point I am trying to make is that, for a white person trying to come to terms with racial problems, the most difficult, and even painful, part is learning to recognize your own prejudices. This is mainly, of course, because the more concerned you become, the more you want to think of yourself as one of the good guys.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

July 2, 1972<\/span><\/em>
\nI was going to leave finishing this until after the mailman came today, but don\u2019t really see the point. If I seem a bit edgy in this letter, I am. I was told by Random House that I would hear from them within 4-6 weeks. It is now nearly 5 weeks, and my heart starts hurting every time the mail truck goes up the road. It\u2019s very tedious bracing yourself for rejection every day.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n

At some point I received a hand-written rejection note from the editor-in-chief of an eminent house\u2014I believe it was Robert Gottlieb of Alfred A. Knopf\u2014who complimented me on my \u201cability to make my characters come alive,\u201d which buoyed me up for a few more rounds of submission and rejection. I no longer have the note or, for that matter, any of the many rejection notices I received.<\/p>\n

July 25, 1972<\/em><\/span>
\nMy book showed up on the doorstep again, as expected. Disappointing of course, but this time I have decided to revise a lot of it before sending it out again. When you are writing fiction, you become in a very real sense the characters you are writing about, and sometimes it is difficult to stand back and look at them objectively\u2014like it is difficult to look at yourself. But now I think I can see at least some areas where the characters are not interesting, or even not alive, but just vehicles for ideas. However, I am going to leave it now until fall\u2014it\u2019s just too difficult to work over the summer. The kids are very good, but they are something of a distraction. In the meantime I have various other articles and poems doing the rounds. They come back periodically, of course, but I figure that with enough things going, I\u2019ll get somewhere eventually. I have had a couple of commissions from Tui [my editor at the Christchurch Press] which I have now sent off \u2026 I do still get very depressed every so often, but Tony usually manages to pull me out of it if I can\u2019t shake it off myself. I even made a list this week of all the other things I was going to accomplish this summer. Boring jobs like cleaning the oven figure rather prominently \u2026<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

November 1972<\/em><\/span>
\nI am trying to get back to my novel, but keep getting sidetracked with new ideas [for stories and articles]. Have just finished grading a big set of students\u2019 short stories for Millicent [the high school teacher for whom I worked]. Tremendous ideas and effort, but my main reaction as I tore each one apart was, my gosh, that\u2019s what\u2019s wrong with my writing too.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

Discouraged, and preoccupied with other projects, I eventually gave up and moved on. As I noted in my blog essay \u201cThe Other Side of the Freeway,<\/a>\u201d I understand now why \u201cA Stone from the Wall\u201d never found a publisher. I was way too new to this country, and way too na\u00efve, to do justice to its thorny subject. I didn\u2019t understand how much the life experiences, interests, and even musical tastes of my African-American characters might be different from those of my white characters. Though I devoured my subscription to The Writer<\/em> magazine from cover to cover, the protocols of book publishing still felt like an enormous black hole. The battered manuscript box deservedly stays in the bottom drawer of my old black filing cabinet.<\/p>\n

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