by T. DOYLE
You may not know The New Yorker’s fiction editor by name—and she’s fine with that.
The New Yorker has no masthead. Its website contains biographies of 859 contributing writers, but a list of editorial staff is conspicuously absent. The magazine seems to treasure this secrecy, even if others don’t. Deborah Treisman, who has been editing fiction for The New Yorker for fifteen years, admits that the Internet age has made anonymity more difficult: the magazine’s fiction podcast brings her voice to the web once a month, and, according to the soft-spoken editor, has earned her “the one form of celebrity I have.”