Word: sateveposter
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...began as a reporter on the Boston Post in 1909. Much of / Wanted is a plodding recital of his rise from $18 to $45 a week (in six years) as a newsman, followed by success as a roving reporter for the Satevepost (1919-1937). In 1928, another champion of doggedness got him started writing novels. Advised his Maine friend & neighbor, Booth Tarkington: "Dig up the biggest blankbook you own and get going. Put down Arundel, page 1, Chapter 1,' on the first page, and keep right on working until you fall asleep...
Night & Day. Roberts took the Tarkington advice and has been living and writing by it ever since. In three months he traveled 3,000 miles, for the Satevepost, wrote four articles, went through 73 historical source books and wrote the first 60,000 words of his first novel "on trains, in railway stations, in hotel rooms, and occasionally worked all night." With a contract from Publisher Russell Doubleday in his pocket, he went to Italy to write, hung a schedule on the wall beside his bed: "Write a chapter every 4 days; write 1⅓⅓pages (1,500 words...
...peppers his book with envious cracks about other people's bestsellers and jabs at his literary betters, including Sinclair Lewis, William Faulkner and George Santayana. Once, peeved because he never got the Pulitzer Prize, he teed off on the selection committee in an ill-tempered article for the Satevepost, took solace from his No. 1 position in a poll of reviewers who thought Northwest Passage deserved the prize in 1938. He decided never again to let a book of his be submitted for the award...
Over a Barrel. Brandt offered his next story to the Satevepost, and Post Editor George Horace Lorimer liked it at once. For the next two decades, at top rates ($500 to $3,000 for short stories, $30,000 to $40,000 for serials), Marquand's name was synonymous with surefire slick writing. In those days, says Marquand, "I was a simple little boy in the lower echelons, naive about literature and the world in general, just a good boy trying to conform. I thought John Dos Passos was a terrible yellow belly for griping about...
Marquand says he was forced to keep his nose to the Satevepost grindstone for years to keep his head above the household bills. His wife urged him to try a different vein-advice which he followed later, if not at the time. "She would say, 'Why don't you write something nice for your Uncle Ellery on the Atlantic Monthly?' She didn't realize that my Uncle Ellery would have given me a nice silver inkwell, or a hundred dollars, and that wouldn't pay the bills...