Stephen King (who else?) has a wonderful (and wonderfully depressing) article in the Sunday New York Times online about the current state of short story writing and publishing in America.

Here’s a morsel to whet your appetite, commenting on the fact that mags and journals that publish short fiction are few and far between, and tend to be placed on the bottom shelves of magazine racks in chain stores:

Instead, let us consider what the bottom shelf does to writers who still care, sometimes passionately, about the short story. What happens when he or she realizes that his or her audience is shrinking almost daily? Well, if the writer is worth his or her salt, he or she continues on nevertheless, because it’s what God or genetics (possibly they are the same) has decreed, or out of sheer stubbornness, or maybe because it’s such a kick to spin tales. Possibly a combination. And all that’s good.

What’s not so good is that writers write for whatever audience is left. In too many cases, that audience happens to consist of other writers and would-be writers who are reading the various literary magazines (and The New Yorker, of course, the holy grail of the young fiction writer) not to be entertained but to get an idea of what sells there. And this kind of reading isn’t real reading, the kind where you just can’t wait to find out what happens next (think “Youth,” by Joseph Conrad, or “Big Blonde,” by Dorothy Parker). It’s more like copping-a-feel reading. There’s something yucky about it.

For the rest of the article, go here.

Tags: Publishing, short stories, Stephen King, Writing