I got my first edit back this morning and I wasn't happy with it. Being a road novel that takes place in the south I used a colloquial voice - the editor described it as "cute," - that not only had a southern flavor but was also painstakingly crafted to have the feel of wheels rolling down the highway. It was all about the cadences, the upbeats and the down, and she paid absolutely no attention to them. She chopped up the sentences to make them punchy, perhaps because she thought I should write like Hemingway, instead of making them roll with the punches the way I wanted them.
She questioned my use of the word velvet, instead of velours, even said she had to look it up. I told her I write in English, not French.
She said she didn't like my character right off the bat because he seemed like one of those people who crashes a party in every sense. At least she understood that about him. He's supposed to be an entitled little s#@%, who demands everybody's attention because he doesn't get enough at home. He's broke because the smarter money took him for everything he was worth. It's the name of the game on Wall Street today.
It's been read by a couple of hundred people, all of whom found it extremely funny and she never mentioned the humor.
I'm going to recast her punchy sentences into shorter ones that still roll.
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Occupy Wall Street