On Publishing Frederick Buechner

July 07, 2008

We have already received quite a few comments from you all, most of whom, after picking up Issue 08, were in awe to see Pulitzer Prize finalist Frederick Buechner in the table of contents.  And we feel the same way. It was a delight and an honor to publish "Our Last Drive Together" in Issue 08, an essay in which Buechner reflects with wit and tenderness on the act of bringing his mother home. If you enjoy the essay, make sure to check out the collection it will appear in this summer, Yellow Leaves: A Miscellany.

Lately, when people ask us how Ruminate is doing, or what's the latest with Ruminate, we have been telling them, "Well, we just published an essay by Frederick Buechner!" This is usually followed by gasps or ahhs, but a few friends have asked why this news is so pertinent to Ruminate's overall health. And just in case you are wondering the same thing, let me explain. We are excited about this opportunity because it means that Ruminate's credibility as a new literary and art magazine that engages the christian faith has quickly become solid enough to warrant publishing Mr. Buechner––and for us, this is a true success. 

Yes, this may be a slightly abstract way of weighing success, but in an organization where spreadsheets and bank statements aren't always the best indicators, you simply have to create new categories, new definitions of triumphs.



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