The Monday Book – Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson

Guest review by Janelle Bailey, avid reader/ever-an-educator/lifelong learner…and also now 7th grade ELA teacher and part-time bookseller

Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson

My path to and through this book is quite interesting. I learned, while on a brief trip to San Diego this spring, that Steve Jobs’s birthmother was from my hometown of Green Bay, Wisconsin. And then I also learned that novelist Mona Simpson is his full sister. I had never heard either of these stories and found both quite compelling and interesting, especially given what I thought I knew about Steve Jobs.

This prompted me to read–well, mostly listen to–the lengthy (25 hours!) audiobook that shares its title with its subject–both called Steve Jobs–as well as reference the print copy sent by my cousin.

Boy, there was a LOT about Steve Jobs that I’d never heard before this. I had no idea how eccentric he most often was, how stringent his dietary practices, and/or how difficult it was to work with/for him at times. It made me think a lot about Emerson’s essay, Self-Reliance, and how Jobs seems to be another, possibly who fits a bit into the “To be great is to be misunderstood camp. Emerson wrote: “Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood.”

And yet there may be many who don’t feel Jobs fits here, maybe that he’s “not that great,” merely “misunderstood.” He definitely had some interesting practices–like his fruitarian diet, or eating enough carrots that his skin turned orange. He had to have some pretty important people confront him about his own hygiene as well.

To hear (read), though, of his many ideas and innovations that reached fruition as iphones and ipods and itunes, etc. was quite impressive. And I don’t know that I was able to track all of that history as it was happening; hearing it all laid out this way, though, was very interesting.

And to learn all the details of his parents’ decision to put him up for adoption and then learn of his ultimately meeting his mother and sister in his late 20s/early 30s was all quite interesting as well.

I say read it if you’ve ever at all been a Steve Jobs fan or been skeptical about him. I feel much more in the know after this than I did before, and that’s certain. I’ll tell anyone who’ll listen about Jobs’s Green Bay origins.

Finding the Joy in the Journey

The garden has its second planting. The canner is going full tilt. I got another personal rejection from a fiction agent.

It’s a journey. The rejection was friendly, kind even, and specific about the reasons. It’s good grist for the improvement mill, and I’m grateful that 1) I am now consistently getting past the interns with most agent queries, and 2) some agents are kind enough to supply feedback, believing in the maturity of the author to incorporate it rather than fling it back in their face. Good on ya, agents. Your job can be emotionally draining, and it’s so helpful when you send that kind of information.

When I get a personal rejection, it feels invigorating. Someone cared enough to read my work and give me an honest opinion. That’s quite something in today’s crowded, noisy world. It means there’s a reason to fight another day to get my work to the right person.

Agents are a lot like dating: you have to find the person whose worldview either aligns or at least encompasses yours. You have to impress each other. You have to learn to trust and believe in each other. It’s a LOT like dating.

And it’s actually fun. In a success-driven society where people literally make “friends” with each other based on how useful they think you’re going to be to them later, hunting an agent feels honest. And like a learning opportunity. It’s a financial contract with emotional edges. It’s a strategic process where you learn what works and what doesn’t, pit what you think against advice from experts, and learn to flex.

As you send your five queries per week, it can feel like a game. Which is a good thing. Helps you keep your sanity as you add another rejection to the RESPONSE column of your query spreadsheet.

These days those response entries say things like “Personal no, too much romance,” and “personal no, possible reconsideration if…” When I scroll up a dozen entries, I wasn’t getting past the interns. A spreadsheet doesn’t just keep you from querying someone twice, it shows you progress.

Forward, onward, north to Narnia – or Chicago, New York, Charleston. Not all the awesome agents are in NYC.

There’s a joy in the journey, and a satisfaction to knowing you’re writing something worth looking at. To having done the work. The gatekeepers are part of the work, so make them part of the fun.