This blog entry concerns manuscript reading at Tupelo Press and the question of reading fees, the whys and wherefores. Beginning in a few days, a series of new blog posts expanding on my earlier entry: On Making the Poetry Manuscript.
So, the other day, we received this note from one of our far-flung correspondents:
“Reading fees are still more than a little shocking to me, though I understand the rationale; but does Tupelo require a new fee if a manuscript has earlier been submitted (and fee paid) for a contest? Or is that manuscript simply ignored and must be resubmitted for consideration? I am asking this question of various publishers, as I guide (early stage literary press) through the rough waters of responsible publishing.”
“As I understand it, every time you submit your work, you may have revised that work and therefore it has to be treated as new work, and as such has to be read and therefore the fee charged. Is this what you understand, that every manuscript submission merits a new fee?”
This is a thoughtful question, and it deserves a thoughtful and transparent answer:
Yes, we charge a reading fee each time a manuscript is submitted to us for our consideration. Of course, at the outset it’s crucial to keep in mind that, other than the July Open Reading Period (now though the end of July), every submission is read blind, so in that respect, everything comes without clothes. No names, no acknowledgments, no bios. Nothing but the poems.
So, I might better say, of course we charge a reading fee each time a manuscript is submitted to us for our consideration. Even apart from the question of anonymity, we read every manuscript for every submission period as if it’s the first time the manuscript has ever been sent. It gets a fresh reading every time. We might assume that poets work on their manuscripts: revising poems, substituting poems, revising the order of the poems, etc. So even the “same” manuscript can be new in important ways. But even if no new work has been done on the manuscript, no changes made, even if it were exactly the same, it’s the time and attention given over to reading manuscripts (that each submission deserves) that we charge for. And what we charge is the equivalent of half a tank of gas.
Moreover, I am not the same reader every time I read a manuscript. My tastes evolve. My reactions aren’t predictable. Being human, my attention span varies. Being human, what makes me want to turn the pages one day may not work for me the next day. In other words, the same gallimaufry of factors that find themselves at play when you read a book are similarly swirling around the room when I read a book.
The fact that so many poets submit the same manuscript to us multiple times—whether revised or not—shows me that most poets grasp the obvious fact that so many of the conditions leading to a choice of manuscripts to publish are in flux. As a matter of record, virtually everything we’ve ever published has been submitted to us several times over, even by those you might think of as Tupelo’s “big names.”
Sometimes big revisions make a big difference. Sometimes small revisions make a big difference. Sometimes a fresh reading makes a big difference. Often, even subtle changes in the order of the poems makes a huge difference. And sometimes, between one submission period and the next, a poet has an epiphany about how to make his/her poems or manuscript work—something snaps into place and s/he just gets it. Who’s noticing? Well, I like to think that we do.
Whether or not we use readers for a particular submission opportunity, I read everything, and “everything” usually means about a thousand manuscripts—so that’s about 4,000 manuscripts per year. The project of reading takes not hours or weeks, but months.
What am I looking for? I keep reading until I find a manuscript that makes me want to keep turning the pages, and, to quote Jeffrey Harrison (who recently judged the Berkshire Prize for a First or Second Book of Poetry), no matter where the poet’s strategies reside on the continuum between the traditional and the experimental, I’m always searching for that compelling thing: a collection that feels as though it has arisen out of an actual life, celebrating and struggling with the issues and events of that life.
I find myself wanting to read poets who have made meaningful discoveries about those events, whether those discoveries lead to beauty or despair. I like to see poems that bring together different ways of seeing the world—the scientific, the spiritual, the personal, the historical, the oneiric—through a synthesizing and transformative imagination that is attuned to the details of the physical world while seeking realms beyond the visible, beyond what can be said but is well worth trying to say—and here I’m quoting from Jenny Molberg’s winning Berkshire Prize manuscript—“spreading/ a strange, unutterable music” onto the page.
Finally, and of crucial importance, paying a reading fee to an independent literary press is a vitally important way to support the work of that press. I don’t know of a single independent literary press with an open list (i.e., one that actually provides publishing opportunities for submitters) that could stay in business without the income derived from reading fees. Tupelo Press publishes about 15 books per year, and of those, only three are contest winners. The rest of what we publish is selected from the open reading period and from manuscripts originally submitted to contests or the open reading period that stay on my desk (chairs, tables, floor) – ones that I find I want to keep going back to.
Here’s the most important thing I have to say: there is no market economy for poetry. Poetry participates only and exclusively in a “gift economy.” See Lewis Hyde’s transcendent book The Gift for his brilliant exegesis. Here’s a fine review by a librarian.
And here’s a video of former Poet Laureate of the United States Robert Hass speaking on poetry and the gift economy.
If artists want art to survive in America, artists have to create art, and artists have to join together to support the creation of art. That’s our ethical obligation as humanists. Vissi d’arte. And every poet—every artist—who wants to enter the discussion needs to read Lewis Hyde.
Nina Gibans
July 8, 2014
This covers the ground well. My favorite anecdote is when two separate classes –one adult and one student — selected my poem from a book of poems by regional poets (neither knowing I was present) as their favorite yet the poem has yet to be picked up by a Tupelo-type publisher.
Margie Skelly
July 8, 2014
In response to this quote: “I don’t know of a single independent literary press with an open list (i.e., one that actually provides publishing opportunities for submitters) that could stay in business without the income derived from reading fees.” —
True enough, this is a rare thing indeed. That said, I believe I did run across just such a rare animal when I recently attended a writers conference in Minnesota. Perhaps everything hinges on the definition of “Independent.” Does “independent” mean that the publisher NEVER accepts contributions from anyone and NEVER has received an endowment, however large or small? That said, I think that Milkweed of Minnesota may qualify as that rare animal. I was surprised myself! No fees that I have been able to see. In fact, I was stunned that I could submit online and not pay any sort of fee. It feels strange and boggles the mind! However, after listening to an employee of Milkweed at the conference and then visiting the Milkweed website. I think, unless I am told or see something otherwise, that this seems to be the real thing. This does not mean that Milkweed is any “better” or “worse” than Tupelo. It is what it is. I am glad that both publishers exist.
Jeffrey Levine
July 9, 2014
Hi Margie, yes, Milkweed! Terrific press, and absolutely the real thing. Sorry to omit them from my thinking. As for the definition of Independent, it means privately owned and operated — i.e., not by any institution, such as a college or university, as in the case of a university press. Independent presses do indeed accept contributions, grants, donations, etc. We wouldn’t exist otherwise. Milkweed, by the way, is in Minnesota — a state that actually cares about supporting the arts. So many private foundations, corporate grants, and state grants support Minnesota based publishers. It’s why so many publishers create presses there, or move there. It’s the place to be (along with Seattle, WA).
mary lou taylor
July 8, 2014
Hi, Jeffrey, Know you’ll rejoice with me. Just won an Honorable Mention in the 2014 Hollywood Book Fair in the category Wild Card (no poetry category). This is for my first book, The Fringes of Hollywood. A fortunate farewell to the book, written in 2002. Only 12 left from the original 500. Off to Hollywood on the 26th of July for awards. My new manuscript, which you so kindly worked with, has changed somewhat. And I enjoyed your On Reading and Reading Fees—. I’m taking your advice to heart. Mary Lou Taylor, Saratoga, CA
Jeffrey Levine
July 9, 2014
Fantastic news, Mary Lou! Thanks so much for telling me, and huge congrats! Jeffrey
contessaofmoreorlessa
July 9, 2014
Of all the things to be bothered by – reading fees bother me the least and I do have a sense of the time commitment and effort Tupelo puts into reading work. I am more grateful for the opportunity then vexed. And grateful to have been published in Tupelo Quarterly. Agreed “a gift economy” – there is not a way to compensate anyone for the blood, sweat and yes, tears involved in creating art unless it is the joy of sharing and gifting to each other. Thank you, Jeffrey, for this forum. Vissi d’arte indeed!
Cheryl
dmuranaka
July 11, 2014
Reblogged this on Maya's and Sam's Dad and commented:
This is an informative blog on reading fees. I personally have paid them and don’t have a problem with them, although I do like to find a free one when they are available. But then again, I’m sure most everyone likes a free thing in general. Any writers out there want to share their opinions?
Richard Lehnert
July 19, 2014
A very helpful piece, Jeffrey. Thanks for writing and posting it. It’s helped me better understand not only what you do at Tupelo Press but what all responsible poetry presses do — and thanks, too, for revealing some facts about the internal histories of the manuscripts published by Tupelo: how many have been submitted multiple times, with and without changes. Very helpful indeed. And yes, it is too easy to forget, in a market economy that seems to pervade and colonize more and more aspects of present life, that there is no such thing in poetry. Thanks for the reminder. The excerpts from Hyde’s book, which I haven’t read, are deeply telling in that regard.
I have long wondered whether poetry, or writing in general, actually needs outside support in the form of government grants, programs, etc. It seems that people write and create whether or not they have such support, as much as it might ease them. I’ve managed to do without it, without missing it. I’ve applied four times for an NEA fellowship, and had a harder job each time writing the requested paragraph about how a cash award would help me in my work. I’m no longer sure that it would.
Your piece seems to imply something similar — without the incentives of monetary reward, we are in the initially disappointing but perhaps ultimately liberating position of creating an “economy” based on very different sorts of rewards — those of giving to the community, such as it is or might become, of those who find it meaningful to write and read poetry, without hoping for money or being disappointed by its absence.
What’s interesting is that this is what the far right wing has insisted all along in other fields — for example, abolishing Medicare and Medicaid and instead caring for each other through the institutions of church and family. I think the latter is no longer possible in the increasingly atomized, market-economy culture that the far right wing also propounds, and that we now all live in. But in this case it feels like a figurative anatomic impossibility is being performed: the more caring qualities of the left wing reaching around its own back to grasp a right hand it never knew it had. Life, it seems, is complicated.
Jeffrey Levine
July 22, 2014
Thanks, Richard, for this so very thoughtful response. I’ll reply in kind in my next blog.
Drew N
January 1, 2023
Thaank you for this