I’ve been back from two weeks of desperate fun in New York and adventures in Vermont, New Hampshire and Massachusetts for a few days, but almost all of that time has been taken up with checking the proofs of Players
and trying to comb out as many goofs, inconsistencies, spelling mistakes, word-processing errors (a whole bestiary of horrors made possible by sloppy cutting-and-pasting and on-the-spot editing) and syntactical errors as possible. Amazing what survives four drafts, editing, and copy-editing...
Arriving in the post while I was away were copies of Gregory Maguire’s Wicked
and Susanna Clarke’s The Ladies of Grace Adieu
, both with embossed jackets sans dustjackets. Is this a new trend for literary fantasy?