In LAST night’s book-publication anxiety dream, I could NOT make clear phone contact with my editor Sarah Crichton, publisher of Sarah Crichton Books, an imprint of Farrar Straus & Giroux. Static filled the line, and there was a roar of background noise in the college hallway in which I stood. I stepped outside to try to hear her better, but her voice was breaking up and the line crackled; a strong wind blew, loudly shaking the trees. I jammed the phone into my ear and covered my other ear, as her words seemed important but beyond my reach. I thought I heard her mention John Kerry and, desperate to hold up my end of the conversation and somehow impress her, I breezily dismissed him: “Oh, John Kerry! well HE went nowhere.”
For the first time I heard Sarah’s voice clearly, as she said: “Walk into any bookstore in the world, pull down a book by or about John Kerry, and you’ll see it was published by Sarah Crichton Books.”
That wasn’t true, but that was the end of another night’s sleep.