- Research Article
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- 10.1353/scp.2007.0033
The Transom: It's a Tough Job, But Somebody's Got to Do It
- Oct 01, 2007
- Journal of Scholarly Publishing
- William W Savage
Letters of rejection are missives nobody likes. Prospective authors do not want to receive them, and editors, who must write a great many of them, do not relish the task. Some publishers maintain a file of form rejection letters, drafted, one might suppose, to spare their editors from whatever angst may be associated with lying to the hopeful and to keep prospective authors from the unpleasantness of having to deal with their own shortcomings. This practice may be therapeutic for editors at presses with 300 submissions a month and rejection rates of 95 per cent; but it does not serve the letters’ recipients very well at all, especially first-time authors who might happen to be communicating with a press that actually bothers to consider manuscripts by first-time authors. Rejection letters traffic in euphemism, the effect of which is to obfuscate and thereby postpone any authorial facing of facts. In my editorial day (which seems like yesterday, except for the manual typewriters), there was a line our press employed liberally in thankyou-but-no epistles. We were not, we announced to supplicants, the ‘publisher of choice.’ Naif that I was, I once asked during an editorial meeting what the phrase meant. Were we simply saying that we did not choose to publish the manuscript? Or did we mean that the author had chosen the wrong press to which to submit his or her manuscript? Or that the manuscript concerned a topic beyond our range of interests? Or what? As it happened, nobody in that meeting had an answer. Finally, someone said, ‘It means whatever you want it to mean.’ Thus interpreted in-house, the phrase was convenient to any unpleasantness emanating from that week’s mailbag. Inasmuch as I do not recall any rejected author ever asking the question I had asked,
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