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Calling All Editors: Is Anybody Home?
February 14, 2008
I recently had an e-mail exchange with one of my reviewers on the subject of the quality of editing and copyediting today (which we both find in a somewhat sorry state). One of the things we discussed was the appropriateness of an advance review pointing out errors in galleys—we do read uncorrected proofs, after all. Maybe the proofreader will catch it? One can hope, can’t one?
My feeling is, one small error is no big deal. Even experts in their field occasionally get something wrong. But a more than one egregious mistake? I think it’s fair to point them out.
The recent case that jumps out at me is poor Neal Karlen, who recently got caught—again (see below)—in PW’s review of his forthcoming book, The Story of Yiddish (Morrow, April). My reviewer noted that, contrary to what Mr. Karlen believes, the 18th-century Jewish philosopher Moses Mendelssohn ddid not convert to Christianity. He was a father of the Jewish Enligihtenment (or Haskalah) and a celebrated defender of Jews and Judaism.
Five of the great scholar’s six children did commit that dastardly but perhaps understandable deed. One of those sons also baptized his own young son, Felix (later the celebrated com-poser).There are sad ironies to be contemplated here, but let’s get the facts straight first.
In peering through the galley as I edited the review, I came across another boner. According to Mr. Karlen, the Torah says that “you shouldn’t cook beef in its own calf’s milk.” Come again?
Calves don’t give milk. What the Bible says, as translated in the King James version, is: “Thou shalt not se ethe a kid n its mother's milk.”
I was disturbed to see how little progress Mr. Karlen has made in his Jewish studies since his previous work, Shanda: The Making and Breaking of a Self-Loathing Jew (where he erroneously stated that Chanukah is a celebration of the ancient Jews' triumph over the Romans. (It was the Syrian Greeks who lost that one). Particularly since by the end of that book, he was preparing Jewish boys and girls for their bar and bas mitzvahs.
What writers like Neal Karlen want is a knowledgeable editor, copyeditor and proofreader. What they definitely do not want is for their bound galleys to fall into the clutches of a ruthless reviewer like me who will publicize their errors to the whole world. (And thanks to Amazon, it really is the whole world, and in painful perpetuity.). And such errors inevitably diminish one’s confidence in the author and the book.
The point is not that I'm perfect. I'm not. The point is, who’s minding the publishing store? Years ago, when the late and esteemed Sophie Sorkin was vice president in charge of manuscript editing at S&S (which she was until the age of 83), she had books like Mr. Karlen's proofread by someone like my mother (I’m not bragging, mind you), who was familiar with the material. And hopefully, Mr. Karlen will be fortunate enough to have such a proofreader.
I'm not so ruthless that I expect every book to be a humdinger, or every writer to deliver spar-kling prose. I (and my stable of reviewers) can balance a book's strengths and weaknesses. But whose responsibility is it these days to make sure that books don’t provide incorrect information? Surely not the reviewer's, though all too often, this unpleasant task falls to us.
Posted by Sarah Gold on February 14, 2008 | Comments (15)