About the Author
Just In Case You're Curious
Failures, Humiliations, and Rejections
Paulette Perhach’s writing has been rejected from some of the nation’s finest publications. McSweeney’s, The Sun, Hobart, Camera Obscura, Mason’s Road, Brevity, Pank, Monkey Bicycle, The Monarch Review, Post Road, Bitch, ZYZZYVA, Ploughshares, Witness, A Public Space, The Cincinnati Review, The Rumpus, Phoebe, The Kenyon Review, Pleiades, Ninth Letter, Blackbird, Boston Review, Baltimore Review, Kyoto Journal, Puerto del Sol, Third Coast, and Lenny are just a few of the places where you may have noticed her work was not there. Of her writing, Tin House says, “Unfortunately, we must pass at this time.”
Her rigorous study at the University of Florida (Princeton’s Review’s #1 Party School in the nation, 2008), included courses on Drug and Alcohol Abuse (real class), Geology (commonly called “Rocks for Jocks”), and Racquetball (twice).
She did not receive her MFA from Iowa, Columbia, or from Syracuse, even though writer-man-god George Saunders teaches there, and he’s so nice, and two, (two!), of her friends have gotten into his five-student cohorts. She is totally ok about it.
She was not the winner of the ASME internship in New York. She did not get the Editorial Assistant job at Coastal Living. She did not get the internship at This American Life, although later she paid to meet Ira Glass, like a creep.
She has embarrassed herself in front of Roxane Gay, Nancy Pearl, and Malcolm Gladwell, in separate incidences. Her influences do not include David Foster Wallace, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, or Geoffrey Chaucer. She has a library full of writing books, stuffed with rips of paper marking pages with the assignments she will go back and do.
She is a four-time submitter to the Jack Straw Fellowship. She thought the Pulitzer Prize was the Pullit Surprise until she was like 17. At age 28, she attended an 8-month writing residency in her mom’s downstairs bedroom.
She is from Florida.
Friends such as photographer Daron Dean have described her pieces thusly: “It got long, but then it ended.”