Friday, August 31, 2012
Yesterday I received notes from Mary Beth Constant, the copy editor who was assigned to Handling the Truth. Handling is filled to the margins with excerpted works, quotes, and Beth-isms. It's me, untamed, books I've loved, arguments I've decided to make.
Not everyone would want to take on such a task, I imagine, and how many people actually could? But Mary Beth is something else—sweeping in after me to check on each little excerpted line, offering her thoughts on British punctuation, regaling me with her own tales of favorite David Sedaris essays. Plus, she's funny. I want to throw my arms around this Mary Beth Constant today, but this blog is the only way that I know how. And so, Mary Beth, wherever you are, whatever you are doing on this Labor Day weekend, thank you. You have given me extra-extraordinary peace of mind. And I will hug you, if I find you.
(Please don't read this blog, though, on a regular basis. Its many inconsistencies and faults will trouble you, deeply.)