And three cheers for LaTanya McQueen’s paean to them on The Missouri Review‘s blog.
Her description of losing hours in bookstores among copies of Tin House and Conjunction will no doubt ring true to many of you:
We’d come to a story we had to read and then we’d find another and another. We’d look for the author’s bios in the back of the journals, read to see if they had books, then find them and read those. I remember whole afternoons being spent like this, going through this cyclical process. After a while the goal of submitting stopped mattering. After a few addresses were written down our conversation changed. “Have you seen this journal?” my friend would say. “Here, read this story,” and I would.
We’d love it even if The Rumpus and its writers didn’t get several shoutouts.
