Editing

I thought I'd come to the wrong office: The entrance foyer to the publishing company was the color of a hospital waiting room in a second-tier city.  Read more

There is really nothing more special than working with someone you both respect and treasure as a friend'

I started at Nosy Crow about 10 and a half years ago, and found my way there entirely thanks to several kinds of luck, really. At the time I was in my last year of an English Literature degree and came home to London in the spring with a vague plan to revise for my final exams.  Read more

A few years ago at a Radcliffe Institute exhibit, I came across photos of a draft of what would become Angela Davis' autobiography. A foundational Black literary text, bare-boned and vulnerable, is not something you often get to see. The manuscript bloomed with the strokes of a blue pen, notes from the editor on what needed to be changed.  Read more

No longer able to take my long twice-daily walk from Penn Station to Rockefeller Center as I was no longer commuting into the city, I'd initially worried (along with dozens of other worries) that quarantine would turn me into a chair-potato. I needn't have fretted.