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From the EditorsIt's fall, and a young literary magazine's fancy lightly turns to... Err... To what, exactly? Fiction, of course, and poetry, and art. But there must be something else. Something fall-specific. What, though? Not sure. We're young, as we mentioned, and as such, new at this. Relatively, anyway. Fall. Let's see... O.k., how about, we use this space to set the seasonal scene. To put you in a reflective frame of mind—which is autumnal, right? You know, you're relaxing, on a cool night, reflecting on the year as it winds down... And reading failbetter.com as you do. Very nice. Very autumnal. Probably we'd start by talking about the sun setting early, as the leaves fall gently from the trees... Oy. We've got a rule here: any submission that starts with a mention of falling leaves, especially leaves that fall gently... Straight into the circular file. So no leaves. An early-setting sun, maybe, and a slight nip in the air. O.k., o.k., that's no good either, we see that now. Wait a minute. There's an election coming up-we could write about politics! Of course! Can't believe we didn't think of this. After all, as writers—as respected literary figures, no less—we have a unique insight into the nature of human existence, and a unique ability to describe and analyze it. And explain it to you—someone who, presumably, doesn't have such powers of insight and analysis. All of which makes us uniquely suited to comment on the momentous choice we face in the upcoming election! What were we thinking, not thinking of that right off the bat? Duh! O.k., here goes: With a critical election looming on the horizon, failbetter.com. Oy oy oy. Worse than leaves, in the gloaming or whatever. Maybe we've said too much already. Maybe we've turned you off, by going on and on about something other than what you came here to find. Maybe we should just tell you about what's in this issue, about all the great stories-poignant stories, and funny stories, and some funny and poignant both-and wonderfully affecting poems, and Gustavo Schmidt's killer still lifes, and our bang-bang interview with the always straight-to-the-point Elwood Reid... Maybe we should leave off, and let you read on.
From the Editors archive 2004 Summer
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