Blind date. In my world that means having lunch with an editor I’ve never met before. He emailed me a month ago and said something nice about my list and we made a date and it was today. I guess I could have looked him up on FaceTweet but that’s not how I roll. I just go to the restaurant, snort some Ritalin in the Ladies Room and wing it. This young man was funny, slightly aloof or shy, knew his shit. Refreshing. He ordered a lobster roll which was impressive. He brought me a galley for a book he edited. It was full of blurbs and I always admire editors who work hard to get the blurbs. He was smart about the kind of books he wants to work on, well spoken, and polite. I basically judge editors by the way they treat waiters. Is there any better indicator of a person’s character? When I was a young editor, I remember having lunch with agents who are my age now. They seemed really square and arrogant to me. Glory days and all that crap. Dear Lord, grant me one wish: what was it?
How do you treat waiters?
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