I got a handwritten rejection slip from The New Yorker a couple of weeks ago: “Good, clearly accomplished stories not quite right for us though. Thanks for the submission.”
Just a few days later there was an article in The Irish Times about the long relationship between The New Yorker and Irish writers. There was a time when a writer in Ireland would live off the cheque from America. Imagine living off one short story for an entire year!
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Irish Times Q+A