Blog #99; In Memorium, Michael Curtis, fiction editor of the Atlantic
The other day I did something I rarely do anymore. I googled an editor-friend from back in my active days in the academic/literary publishing world. I had tried to get in touch with him a couple of times, but he seemed incommunicado. Well, I found out that Michael Curtis passed away this January. He, especially in the early days of a correspondence that lasted almost thirty years, taught me much about writing stories, and about writing as a craft to incrementally master. For that I will always be grateful. He first started writing me back in 1992, and I saved every one of the dozens of rejection letters he sent back. At first, it was just a sentence or two, just suggestions. As time went on the sentences grew to paragraphs, and Mike exhibited a warmth, and a solid encouragement, and for that I will always be grateful, too. I got to meet him twice during this time of correspondence; once at Rollins College in Winter Park, Florida, where he was giving a talk to the writing students set