Uneven Furniture, Crooked Hallways, and Piles of Books

aliceOver the past couple of weeks, I’ve realized that I’ve become inundated with books, both the old fashion acid free kind and the floating in cyberspace digital sort. The average book lover might not think of the horror of being buried by books, but, oh, it is part of the darker side of book reviewing.

The trend these days is towards digital galleys; I first heard about this a few years ago from an editor of mine. I wasn’t sure how it worked, but at that point, it seemed like a miracle. You see, when you review books frequently, you are sent galleys (advance bound copies of a book that has not yet been released to the public). When you are a lowly book reviewer like myself, you are more often than not, sent advance copies of books that are crap (yeah, I said it). Occasionally, you will get a rare gem or, in the very least, an interesting read that might not have otherwise passed by your desk. But normally, for every good book you review, you’ll be asked to take one for the team (former editor: “Would you do me a favor and review this book. I think it’s an Amish Christmas Romance.”). The turn around time to read and review a book is usually quite short. For one publication that I reviewed for frequently, they would automatically send a new book when I was finished with the last review; other publications approached me or I pitched an idea. Once the courier was able to deliver the package successfully (successful package deliveries in NYC to your apartment are about as common as catching the bubonic plague; after all of this time, my mind is still boggled by the ineptitude of FedEx to bring a parcel from one street in Manhattan to another), I had about two weeks.


With the few books that I did like, I would add them to my bookshelf. But for every one of those, there was an embarrassing gaggle of losers to be dealt with. For those who don’t know, you must retain a galley copy for a period of time after you are done with the review. You might need to go back and correct something, etc. You are also not supposed to sell these copies because they are not for commercial use; often a galley, although bound, is not very special to look at. Sometimes, when I was a graduate student, I would lug these suckers to the student offices and leave a pile by our mailboxes for any takers.

But, in between the times I was able to use our mailroom as my private cemetery for these unfortunate books, I found an important use for them. For one year, I lived in an apartment that was uneven and crooked. Our hallway felt like it was straight out of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. If you awoke from a hard slumber and needed to walk down the hallway to the bathroom, you always felt mildly drunk. Like many New York City apartments, ours was lopsided. My roommate took a rolling desk chair to one side of her room where her desk was and immediately slid down to the other side. Sleeping in my bed always felt odd until those horrible galleys came to the rescue. We soon took these space hogs and propped up our uneven furniture. Everything was right with the world. Guests to our apartment and a subsequent subletter always got a kick out of this.

I am happy that galleys are moving into the digital format (for the most part–I have an art book that would have been nice to have in hardcopy and I am sure poetry should only be read in print). I am no longer plagued by these depressing little souls, whose dog-eared bodies took up space in my tiny apartment. At least with a bad galley now, I can just delete it.


  1. I never know what to do with those galleys (and thankfully my house is level). There are a couple of publishers I review for who send me a galley and a final copy. I have so many books it’s a bit ridiculous. I do struggle with digital galleys because I sometimes forget that I have them.

    If it’s any consolation, FedEx/UPS cannot manage deliveries Colorado either. My address ends in 34 and it is delivered to 35 every single time. It can’t be that hard…

      1. When it comes to digital galleys, I keep a list so I can remember them. I think with my last crop of hard copies, I gave them away. Luckily in New York you can leave a box of books out and people will take them (it is a very “reading” city). I’ve even foisted them onto others, citing that they would like it or they will enjoy the cringe worthiness of this short story collection. When one of my editors switched to the non-fiction section, I went with her and the book choices were better.

        I once lived next to a reviewer for the New Yorker and the New York Times, and every day she had at least three packages from publishers. Because she was very much into her cat, I imagined she built book fortresses for it (my mind wanders in the colder months).

        I’ve lived other places where FedEx/UPS is unmanageable, too, but there is something about a big city that makes them have a total breakdown. When I lived in Germany, this was the one aspect where the German-efficiency stereotype broke down. It took ages or things were never delivered.

    1. Because I write all through my copies and dog ear pages, I don’t even consider donating them. Maybe you are a crafty person? I’m certainly not. I’m sure a crafty person could do something with the reviewer copies!

      1. Haha, maybe use the pages to light camp fires or to stoke your winter fireplace? Usually, I just finally give up just before they bury me under bad prose, and ruthlessly clean house and take them to the dump (goes against every fiber of my bookish being, however, to do this). Ugh. Hopeless.

  2. That’s very dear and highly ironic in view of the dismal fact that publishers themselves routinely pulp overstock and returns rather than devote expensive warehouse space to them. I know whereof I speak, unfortunately 😉

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