When I worked on the South Wales Argus there was no literary editor; we shared out the review copies among the subs and used coded messages that told everyone else in the newsroom what we really thought. For instance "A great, rambling epic of a novel" meant that one hadn't actually read it.
But I did once write a review of a superb poetry collection in the form of a sonnet. The poet in question later won the T S Eliot prize.
Last edited by Ann Drysdale; 02-13-2012 at 01:16 PM.
Reason: I had confused my prizes
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