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George Saunders turns a routine newsletter update into a masterclass on the mechanics of belief, arguing that the primary job of an editor is not to polish prose but to surgically remove anything that makes a reader flinch. While the piece begins with personal news about his daughter's health and a promotion for Ann Patchett's new novel, Saunders quickly pivots to a rigorous dissection of how fiction maintains its spell, offering a rare glimpse into the "visceral" editing process that separates a story from a mere collection of events.

The Architecture of Believability

Saunders frames his editorial philosophy around a single, deceptively simple question: "Would I believe it?" He posits that when a reader's internal "BELIEF! indicator" drops, the author has likely become too clever or too agenda-driven. "Every novel is really the author making a claim about the way the world is," Saunders writes, noting that Ann Patchett's new work succeeds because her "shadow-author-self makes on the wall is one of immense confidence, and love, and faith." This approach suggests that technical skill is secondary to emotional honesty; if the writer doesn't believe their own creation, the reader certainly won't.

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The commentary here is particularly sharp when Saunders distinguishes between "realistic" writing and writing that feels artificially scaled to life. He praises Patchett for her ability to represent human decency without slipping into cynicism or soppy sentimentality. "It takes a monumental spirit to write about the genuinely good, in a time when the superficial bad can sometimes seem to be winning," he observes. This is not just literary criticism; it is a challenge to the reader's own capacity for optimism. Critics might argue that focusing on "goodness" risks ignoring the darker complexities of human nature, but Saunders counters that this specific brand of realism—where characters are intelligent enough to notice grace—is actually more difficult and rare than depicting chaos.

The triumph of the novel is that there is nowhere in it in which the book or author strains to be uplifting or good — it just is , she just is.

Softening the Hard Sell

The core of Saunders' argument shifts from literary appreciation to a granular analysis of how writers handle "weird" or non-realistic premises. He admits that his own editing process often involves stripping away complexity to ensure the reader remains under the story's spell. "I found myself going through my text-in-progress again and again... mostly what I was asking myself was, 'Would I believe it?'" he explains. This is a crucial insight for any creator: the moment a reader senses the "author at work," the illusion shatters.

Saunders offers concrete strategies for this, such as using humor or lyrical language to distract from an unlikely event. He compares this to a "spoonful-of-sugar" approach, where a witty phrase helps the reader swallow a hard-to-believe factoid. This is reminiscent of the emotional landscape in his novel Lincoln in the Bardo, where the supernatural premise of ghosts haunting a graveyard was made bearable through a chorus of distinct, often humorous voices that grounded the ethereal in the very human experience of grief. By acknowledging the reader's potential resistance and addressing it directly within the text, the author builds trust.

One of his most effective techniques involves slowing down the revelation of shocking information. Instead of stating "two dead bodies were found," Saunders describes a process where the narrator notices a shoe, then a foot, then a rotting sock. "He slits open the bubble-wrap. Inside is this giant dirt clod. Sticking out of the clod is a shoe," he illustrates. This incremental reveal forces the reader to accept each small, undeniable fact before confronting the larger horror. It transforms a cinematic shock into a lived reality.

The Danger of Authorial Agenda

Saunders warns against the "authorial agenda" sticking out like a sore thumb, where events happen simply because the plot demands them rather than organically emerging from character or setting. He notes that when he feels his own "CLEVER! Indicator" shoot up, it usually means the "BELIEF! indicator is dropping like a stone." This self-awareness is vital; it suggests that the most dangerous enemy of a story is not a lack of imagination, but an excess of it.

He illustrates this with a specific example from his story "CommComm," where a character hides bodies in a closet. The initial draft felt "movie-esque" and forced. By adding mundane details—like the bubble wrap failing to contain the smell—and having characters react with confusion rather than immediate horror, he grounded the absurdity. "Sometimes belief is engendered by letting the story and its characters express resistance," Saunders writes. If a character doubts an assertion, the reader feels their own doubt validated, making them more willing to accept the truth when it finally arrives.

Disbelief is indicated by this slight internal wince as I'm reading, like…'Nah. Nope. No, it didn't. No, it wouldn't.' Another way of saying this: I imagine my reader going, 'Ech, that's bullshit,' and closing the book.

This section serves as a powerful reminder that fiction is a contract between writer and reader. If the writer breaks the trust by being too obvious or manipulative, the story collapses. The "edit" is not just about fixing grammar; it is about aligning the narrative with the reader's internal sense of truth. This is a principle that transcends genre, whether one is writing about giant ants or the quiet struggles of pulmonary hypertension, a condition Saunders mentions his daughter Guin has faced, noting her resilience as "a real fighter."

Bottom Line

Saunders' commentary succeeds by demystifying the creative process, revealing that great fiction often relies on subtraction rather than addition. The strongest part of his argument is the identification of the "internal wince" as the ultimate metric for editing, a visceral tool that no algorithm can replicate. However, the piece's reliance on the author's own intuition might leave some readers wondering how to apply these principles without an equally developed internal compass. Ultimately, Saunders offers a compelling verdict: if you want your story to matter, you must first believe it yourself, and then do whatever is necessary—cutting, simplifying, or laughing—to ensure the reader does too.

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by George Saunders · Story Club · Read full article

First, thanks for all of the warm wishes for Guin, who is having a pretty good week, all things considered. She’s fourteen and, a little over a year ago, had a blood clot in her lungs, and developed pulmonary hypertension. She sends her love and thanks. She is a real fighter, with a truly gentle heart. We are doing our very best for her, and so is she, for us.

Second, I wanted to let you all know that I’ll be posting a link here on June 22 for single-show purchase of tickets for the Met Opera’s production of Lincoln in the Bardo. The opening is October 19 – would love to see and meet some of you there. It should be a great party.

Third, a few months back I had the privilege of reading a galley copy of Ann Patchett’s new novel, Whistler, out this week. And it is a beauty.

The critics agree:

A rave by Helen Schulman in the New York Times..

Another here by Priscilla Gilman in the Boston Globe.….

And yet another here, by Ron Charles, at his excellent Substack.

What these reviews both pick up on, and what makes Ann’s work so rare and indispensable, is her unparalleled ability to represent human decency – to write entire books that feel accurately scaled to what real life feels like – no easy villains, no cynicism, lots of beautiful things (nature, emotion, friendship, humor) and characters intelligent enough to notice, and be grateful for, these gifts of grace.

The books are laced with gratitude, but it’s a realistic, non-soppy gratitude – the kind we all feel when, now and then, things go right, and we feel a beneficence acting in the universe that can’t be denied. The books also show hardship, and regret, and loss, all of that but, for my money, there’s nobody who suffuses those representations with more adult human functionality, more compassion, than Ann does. It takes a monumental spirit to write about the genuinely good, in a time when the superficial bad can sometimes seem to be winning. When I finish one of Ann’s books, I feel challenged to be more open to positive phenomenon – more open, that is, to the potential within me, more in touch with the things in life that are good and beneficial – less auto-snarky, let’s say.

In Whistler, I feel like ...