16 September 2019
In the mid 1990s, the headquarters of Bantam Doubleday Dell publishers resembled a space-ship docked on a dark star. As a new editorial assistant, drowning in manuscripts, I'd come in weekends to catch up on submissions. The low intergalactic air conditioner hum made it a great place to read. It was returning one of those reader's reports-in a memo, printed out, this is how long ago it was-I discovered a light glowing from one of the corner offices.
