Books All the Broke Young Literary Magazines
posted by December 14 at 16:21 PMon
I followed Christopher’s advice in last week’s Suggests:
It’s a little hard to describe n+1 because n+1 belongs in another time. If Mary McCarthy were alive today, it is the journal she would write for. Its four editors met at Harvard, live in New York City, and like ideas. All they really want to do is go around the corner and get a beer and talk/fight about Isaac Babel or Radiohead or McSweeney’s or the state of American fiction or how much exercise sucks. Tonight, two of the editorial brass, Keith Gessen and Chad Harbach, read from issue number six.
I’m glad I did—the three editors (managing editor Alexandra Heifetz read, too) were smart and funny in a sad-sack way. They’d been on the road for a few weeks and announced, as soon as they got on stage, that the magazine was broke.
(Not least because they threw a too-expensive, poorly attended fundraising party in San Francisco. The irony: n+1 has, in the past, smacked around McSweeney’s, which started in San Francisco. “We overestimated how many people loved us in San Francisco,” one of the editors said.)
Frizzelle wrote a good story about it in this week’s paper—about n+1 publications (“Caleb Crain compares reading Henry James to smoking crack”), about the audience (“one of them was a guy more or less the size of New Hampshire”), and about the pathos (“a lot of the audience left without buying stuff”).