|Posted on March 22, 2013 at 2:25 PM|
There are only so many ways and times I can say this.
Rejection means nothing.
But sometimes, saying something -- well -- it also means nothing. What means something is SHOWING -- as in you, know like proof. Empirical, scientific-ish evidence-y things.
So here you go. Proof.
and it start liks this:
The New Yorker Rejects Itself: A Quasi-Scientific Analysis of Slush Piles By David Cameron
It began as the kind of logical argument that seems airtight to anyone who has never studied logic.
If the New Yorker is the most desirable literary magazine in the world, and if the New Yorker can have any short story the New Yorker wants, then whatever story the New Yorker gets would—logically—be so intrinsically desirable that all lesser literary pubs (e.g., everyone) would pine for it. Just like the prettiest girl at the dance: the guy she picks is the guy chicks dig. Basic deduction 101.
This story, which appeared in the Review Review -- does just that. Takes and accepted story and shows how random the process is. (follow the link to keep reading . . .)