“I began as I would go
on—reading.” Talk about fantastic first
sentences. Those words begin Robert
Gottlieb’s memoir, Avid Reader: A Life (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 2016)
and they immediately establish that even though Gottlieb has worked his entire life
as an editor, first at Simon and Schuster, then at Knopf, and after that, at The New Yorker followed up with
freelance editing, service to the board of the New York City Ballet, and
finally, as a writer, he remains at heart a reader. He has edited everything and everyone, from
literature to trash, and he recounts in detail the struggles and triumphs of
the written word shaped by a writer and a good editor.
The story begins at
the beginning with a tale of how a boy became a reader and then an editor. It is full of magic moments with books and
texts, and for the diehard book-lover who thrives on the printed word, there is
a lot to be thrilled about in this book.
Gottlieb reinforces the idea that life-long reading habits begin in childhood: if parents inculcate reading as the preferred
sport, the children will follow suit.
Gottlieb’s father, a lawyer, often went to the Brentano’s across the
street from his law offices to indulge himself “with half a dozen books, all
nonfiction.” This was during the
Depression, when spare change wasn’t spare at all. Every penny counted, but books, at least in
the Gottlieb household were a necessity.
Gottlieb went on to great feats of consumption of text: reading War
and Peace in a single sprint lasting fourteen hours, for example. Many times, he and his parents sat at the
dinner table eating, all three deeply engrossed in a book. “Only later did it occur to me that this was
not normal,” he tells us. But the worlds
described in books were “more real to me than real life, and certainly more
interesting.” So read he does, including
when his wife struggled to bring a baby into the world. Gottlieb stood by for the birth, deeply
engrossed in the galleys of one of his authors, editing, editing.
Although he did not
always fit in at school, he does have good things to say about Columbia and how
the university changed his life. It was
the “intense atmosphere of seriousness about literature” that most inspired him
to read, often all night, and then skip his morning classes. He read widely—the Russian novelists, Proust,
James—all the usual suspects. He
contributed to The Columbia Review,
and spent a semester working on Hawthorne’s notebooks. It was this work, this work of reading, that
would save him, he tells us. After
bouncing around New York post graduation, he finally landed at Simon and
Schuster, and his long editorial odyssey began.
He goes on to edit some of the major writers of the 20th
century. We learn that Will and Ariel
Durant were “self-important” and “demanding”; Jessica Mitford “loved to expose
chicanery,” and “loved most of all revealing the idiocies of the foolish, the
greedy and the pompous.”
The stories of his
work with writers are most interesting.
We learn how the books we have come to love and read and reread were
made. His narrative voice is strong, and
Gottlieb is not afraid to expose his own foibles and shortcomings, nor does he
cut himself any slack when discussing some of his more eccentric hobbies like
collecting women’s plastic purses or falling in love with dance. He is consistently humble and without guile,
seemingly always excited to work with an author, even when the person drove him
to the brink of madness. He flat out
says that the late, mega-selling Michael Crichton “was not a very good writer…sloppily
plotted, underwritten, and worst of all, with no characterization
whatsoever.” Crichton could not “create
convincing human beings…because they just didn’t interest him.”
Gottlieb is as hard on
himself as he is on the important literary figures he has known. His divorce, psychoanalysis, his quirks and
phobias including a healthy fear of flying, all add up to a character with a life
well-lived with whom a reader might want to have a deep, ongoing conversation
about that life and literature. In fact,
the book has a breezy, conversational tone.
It is clear, Gottlieb has fun at his job. He says several times that he loves his work
and when he was at Knopf or Simon and Schuster, he often could not wait to get
to work each day.
Even stories about his
first days at The New Yorker, a
subject fully vetted in many media outlets, are interesting. Gottlieb exhibits some courage entering those
hallowed halls when most of the staff felt that William Shawn, the legendary
editor, had been wronged by S. I. Newhouse when the publisher eased him out in
favor of Gottlieb. Of course, Gottlieb,
himself, says he was just doing his job, but one can tell it is was a difficult
transition, especially when Shawn told his writers and staff that he had been
fired, which was not entirely true. One
interesting piece of the magazine story is Gottlieb’s encounter with Eleanor
Gould, the legendary grammarian and fact checker at The New Yorker. In
describing a draft that had passed across her desk, Gottlieb writes: “I had never seen anything like it—the tiny
handwriting, the long lines and arrows snaking around every page, filling every
margin, and not just asking questions of grammar but raising issues of logic,
sense, and indirection.” Gould died in 2005; she was probably the first celebrity grammarian.
For readers,
Gottlieb’s book makes for an excellent diversion offering insight into the
world of publishing. It is not always a
glamorous world with its obsessive parsing of words, but Gottlieb’s
storytelling voice is strong and true, full of character and detail. It is much too soon to write off the importance
of the printed book in our culture.
E-reader sales have slowed, and most people still prefer the solid heft
of a novel in their hands rather than a digital file on a tablet. What we forget, or simply do not understand,
is that an editor is as important to the publishing process as the OB-GYN who
delivers a baby. Yes, the mother does
all the work and the baby exits the womb into the world, but the doctor is
there to catch the infant and help him breathe his first breath. Editors do the same. They often provide structure and balance to
the writer’s work and try to challenge the artist to be true to the endeavor
and produce the best work possible. For
that, all readers are grateful.
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