Elizabeth Bishop and The New Yorker: The Complete Correspondenceby Joelle Biele, Elizabeth Bishop
I sort of see you surrounded with fine-tooth combs, sandpaper, nail files, pots of varnish, etc.with heaps of used commas and semicolons handy, and little useless phrases taken out of their contexts and dying all over the floor," Elizabeth Bishop said upon learning a friend landed a job at The New Yorker in the early 1950s. From 1933 until her death in/i>… See more details below
I sort of see you surrounded with fine-tooth combs, sandpaper, nail files, pots of varnish, etc.with heaps of used commas and semicolons handy, and little useless phrases taken out of their contexts and dying all over the floor," Elizabeth Bishop said upon learning a friend landed a job at The New Yorker in the early 1950s. From 1933 until her death in 1979, Bishop published the vast majority of her poems in the magazine's pages. During those forty years, hundreds of letters passed between Bishop and her editors, Charles Pearce, Katharine White, and Howard Moss. In these letters Bishop discussed the ideas and inspiration for her poems and shared news about her travels, while her editors offered support, commentary, and friendship. Their correspondence provides an unparalleled look into Bishop's writing process, the relationship between a poet and her editors, the internal workings of The New Yorker, and the process of publishing a poem, giving us a rare glimpse into the artistic development of one of the twentieth century's greatest poets.
“[Elizabeth Bishop and The New Yorker] offers a glimpse into Bishop's life (she lived in Brazil for much of this period), writing process and relationship with her editors, as well as a look into the internal workings of that fabled publication in which so many of her poems were published … As with the best correspondence, it is like eavesdropping on a lively conversation already in progress.” The Globe and Mail
“Elizabeth Bishop and The New Yorker collects nearly forty years of letters between Bishop and the magazine, largely a correspondence with two of Bishop's formidable editors, Katherine White and Howard Moss. It was more than a partnership. In letters to Moss and White over the years, her valedictions warmed from ‘Sincerely' to ‘Affectionately' to ‘Love' … This collection is most interesting as a record of how Bishop and her editors mulled over questions of style, clarity, and accuracy--and as a keyhole through The New Yorker's legendary doors. Sometimes Bishop's submissions provoked charmingly cordial editorial notes. Her story ‘In the Village' mentions a child's fascination with ‘steaming cow flops'; as White put it, ‘the loving description of manure seems to go too far.'” Jeremy Axelrod, Columbia Journalism Review
“True, you're reading a lot of the nuts and bolts of Bishop's relationship with her New Yorker editors [Katherine] White and then Howard Moss--the work accepted and rejected, checks sent, detailed changes. You're also following a narrative line about Bishop the writer and the changing literary climate of the New Yorker. Fascinating.” Jeff Simon, Buffalo News
“Elizabeth Bishop and The New Yorker, ably introduced by the poet Joelle Biele, charts her relationship with the first publisher of most of her best poems … Although much of this correspondence is about punctuation … postal delays or illness … there is also regular disagreement about how "coarse she is allowed to be in [The New Yorker's] genteel pages. She broke off contact with the magazine in 1961, stung perhaps by its rejection of poems such as her discreetly lesbian love poem The Shampoo, a rejection that has come to seem more significant because Bishop subsequently avoided publishing poems that dealt explicitly with sexuality. [The collection] shed[s] light on the arc of Bishop's development as a poet, and implicitly grants us a sense of the limits that hemmed in gay writers in the middle of the last century.” John McAuliffe, The Irish Times
“Bishop's long and affectionate relationship with the magazine is thoroughly documented in Elizabeth Bishop and the New Yorker: The Complete Correspondence … Poets and NewYorker aficionados will find it irresistible … Reading this volume, noting the meticulous attention brought to each poem and story, one realizes how skillfully the editors helped focus and clarify every detail of the text … as these letters so copiously prove, the editors never tried to change the author's intentions, even in the smallest matters, only to realize them. For a woman without a fixed home or even country, The New Yorker provided a sense of stability and continuity. It adopted her early and gave the consistent support that allowed her to develop her idiosyncratic talents into genius.” Dana Gioia, The Wall Street Journal
“The letters of … Elizabeth Bishop, written to The New Yorker where she published a great deal of her work, offers an exhilarating glimpse into the poet's thinking about her own work … and the background for much its creation, which views she shared with her editors.” Michael Coffey, Publishers Weekly
A stunning collection of Elizabeth Bishop's (1911–1979) professional and personal letters, which span more than four decades.
A volume like this is both a time capsule and an artifact. Opening it, readers encounter fresh evidence of the marvelous poet as a compelling human being; closing it, they realize that in this digital age such a book may not longer be produced. In the letters, Bishop continually complains about her typewriter, carbon paper, the erratic snail-mail deliveries and the inability to see her poems in print because her magazines were piling up in San Francisco. At theNew Yorker, editors Katharine White and Howard Moss became her principal correspondents, and both would become Bishop's dear friends and champions as well. The individual letters are dazzling. The principals debate about the placement of commas, hyphenated words, dedications, typography, diction and what sorts of things do and don't belong in the magazine. TheNew Yorkeraccepted Bishop's first work (prose) in late 1934; they were copyediting her last (a poem) when she died in October 1979. Early in her tenure as a contributor, the magazine began offering her an annual first-reading agreement, which she terminated in 1961; she requested reinstatement in 1967. Initially, Bishop accepted with grace and equanimity the rather frequent rejections (she submitted fiction, nonfiction and poetry), but near the end she enjoyed a steady stream of acceptance and encomium. Personal details begin to appear very early in the correspondence—we hear about illness, loss, frustration and failure, not just from Bishop but from her editors. She was difficult and dilatory at times—losing letters, asking favors—but her poems were peerless. Following her long, luminous introduction, editor and poet Biele (White Summer, 2002), with consummate humility and profound respect for her subject, stays far in the background, appearing only in spare but necessary footnotes.
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Elizabeth Bishop and the New YorkerThe Complete Correspondence
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Chapter OneFebruary 13, 1947
Dear Mrs. White,
Here is, I am afraid, another unusable poem ["At the Fishhouses"] that I should like to get out of your way and mine. I am doing quite a bit of work these days however and have quite a large group almost done, one or two of which I feel you may like. Thank you so much for sending the things on to Mr. Jarrell. As soon as I finish the group I mentioned I shall get to work on the prose.
Sincerely yours, Elizabeth Bishop
February 17, 1947
Dear Miss Bishop:
We think that "At the Fish Houses" is a very beautiful poem and one that we are delighted to be able to buy and use when summer comes. Far from being unusable it has given us a great deal of pleasure. The check and proof will be along soon.
I look forward to the large group of poems you speak of and also the prose when you get to it.
Sincerely, Katharine S. White
February 25, 1947
Dear Miss Bishop:
Our proofroom, which has a highly conventional idea of punctuation, had scores of punctuation queries on the Fish Houses poem, but we have eliminated the major portion of them, since your lack of punctuation is purposeful and adds to your effect. Will you please study the few commas now suggested and see whether you approve. I only left in the ones I thought would really help the reader but you may not agree. In this case it should be as you want it.
Sincerely, Katharine S. White
February 28, 1947
Dear Mrs. White,
I think the proof looks very nice and thank you for your help with the punctuation. I have left in all your changes except the commas between "Cold dark deep" that occurs twice. For some reason or other it seems more liquid to me without them and I think in this case the sense is plain enough without them, don't you? I notice that quite a few tails of p's, y's, etc. are missing but I imagine that is just because it's proof.
Also, thank you for Miss Bogan's number—she was very nice.
Sincerely yours, Elizabeth Bishop
April 25, 1947
Dear Miss Bishop:
We are going to use your story "The Housekeeper", which we bought so long ago, this summer—or at least plan to now. I was amazed to find that it had been held all these years. When it went through I was working at long distance in Maine and I must disclaim having anything to do with the editing. Since it's not signed with your name it's possible that you don't care about the way the piece was edited and possibly you gave permission for editing changes at that time. I haven't had a chance to look up the correspondence. In any case I send it to you in fear and trembling lest it displease you terribly. I hope it won't. It suits the powers that be here and I myself reread it and thought it a charming story. I hope it will reach you before you leave and that you can let us have it back of course, or that if you wish to have changes made you will call me up and we can get together on it. The insert at (r) was put in for clarity because apparently most people misread the story and that Mrs. Sennett was simply working as housekeeper in Mr. Curley's summer cottage. I'm sure you meant that she owned the cottage herself. If you can think of a more adroit way of making this clear, I hope you won't hesitate to do it.
Faithfully yours, Katharine S. White
D. B. MacLeod's Briton Cove, Cape Breton Nova Scotia July 8, 1947
I have just this minute realized that there is a bad mistake in my poem AT THE FISH-HOUSES which you are going to publish sometime this summer. I've already corrected proof for the poem and only hope it is still possible to make these two very necessary corrections. I referred to layers of codfish scales stuck to the tubs, etc., when actually codfish have rather negligible scales and it was herring scales that I meant. They fished for both fish at the place I had in mind, and the scales of both were everywhere, but only herring scales would produce the effect that particularly struck me.
Lines 21 and 22 should read:
The big fish tubs are completely lined with layers of beautiful herring scales and, etc....
I hope it is not too late to make these changes and I am very sorry to have been so careless.
Thinking that Mrs. White may be away I am addressing this to the "Poetry Editor" and hoping that it will reach the right person as soon as possible. My address will be the one above for the next three weeks at least.
Very truly yours, Elizabeth Bishop
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Elizabeth Bishop (1911–79) won the Pulitzer Prize, the National Book Award, and the National Book Critics Circle Award.
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