Fringe Magazine published its last issue this week. It's worth reading (as it always was), and worth reflecting on the great work they were able to do while running. One of the first online magazines I read that made me say, "Oh! I think there's something to this online publishing thing." It was one of a few starting points that led me into this wide wonderful world, beyond books by famous people like Thomas Pynchon and Toni Morrison and into writers who were writing now, who not that many people knew about yet (although for some, more and more would, very soon). It was part of my indie lit education, and a stop never to be missed on my reading rounds.
As so many small press and independent journals are labors of tremendous love and hard work by people who rarely get thanked for their efforts, I want to take a moment to say, Brava, Fringe editors! I will miss Fringe, and I know I won't be the only one. You were one of those sites that made the internet a more interesting, provocative, and exciting place to be reading and writing. Thank you.
Read the last issue HERE.
Over at PANK today, there is a thoughtful review of "Bring the Noise," the anthology I was featured in earlier this year. You can read it here. Reviewer J. Capó Crucet had some thoughtful things to say about the merits of the collection, balanced against a lack of diversity among the contributors. Over on Twitter, the anthology's editor, Tom McAllister (@t_mcallister), gave some interesting context about how the anthology was put together, and his recent efforts to improve the diversity of non-fiction in Barrelhouse. I was really pleased with the anthology, so I hope the imbalance won't dissuade too many from picking up a copy. As Tom showed in his tweets, he's conscientious about the problem and doing his best to address it. That's more than most editors can say, if the most recent VIDA numbers are any indication.
Anyway, my essay is one of 18, and I'm just lucky to be included--it was humbling to be inside a cover with some really great writers who could write me under the table any time. I enjoyed Crucet's one reference to my essay, which tells me that at least for one reviewer, I managed to capture the tone of Return to Oz:
"...that creepy Wizard of Oz sequel (which I’d blocked from my memory almost entirely until this essay brought it back in vivid, nightmare-friendly detail)..."
Exactly. That movie still gives me nightmares.
Matt Sailor puts words here.