Neil Serven

It was one of those days full of waiting—everyone was busy, was late, and it seemed that when the clients did appear they were the sort of hatchet-faced men who did not like other people’s self-indulgence, or they were women willingly or unwillingly committed to the ideas of these men.

In The New Yorker this week, “Thank You for the Light,” a new unpublished story by F. Scott Fitzgerald, which gives you a sobering indication of how fast their turnaround times for fiction submissions are over there.