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The late Trish Jensen, while writing under the pseudonym Trish Graves, sold a publisher a romance novel called Just This Once in which the hero, among other things, mentors a teenage boy, steering him away from street gangs and towards organized sports. So you may imagine the author's shock when, upon reading her page proofs, she discovered that the editor had changed the boy into a raccoon.
(I think I speak for everyone here when I say, "What?")
When Jensen asked her editor why on earth she had rewritten a teenager as a small nocturnal carnivore, the editor replied that the hero's mentoring the boy could be misconstrued as having undertones of pedophilia. (All together now: "Huh?") So the obvious solution was to rewrite the kid as an animal.
I am not making this up.
Jensen told me, "I screamed to high heaven, my agent screamed to high heaven. We wanted the book pulled. The publisher said it was too late. They couldn't pull it, and it was too late to turn it back into what it had been." Understandably, she added, "I was heartsick for a long time. To this day I can't look at that book."
The lesson here is that when you allow an editor absolute control over your work, as that publisher's contract stipulated, the results can be worse than your wildest nightmares. Jensen made sure her next contract with that house didn't have that clause, and she warned other writers contracted there about it, too. She was wryly philosophical about the experience in later years, saying, "Now I'm known as 'the raccoon author.'"
As for the publisher, that imprint no longer exists. It folded within a few years of the raccoon episode. A rare example of things turning out as they should in the publishing industry.