When The Cincinnati Review printed its first issue sixteen years ago, we included a list of prominent poets and writers who graciously agreed to be part of our advisory board. Among them: Eavan Boland, whom we join the rest of the literary world in remembering now, at the news of her death.
When I learned that I could donate my time as a volunteer reader for The Cincinnati Review, I jumped at the opportunity. But how was I going to bridge the two worlds and succeed in my new role? Would my love of reading be enough?
We’re temporarily suspending our online store; with much of our staff working remotely and the University of Cincinnati recommending its personnel do the same, we want to make sure we don’t take orders we can’t fulfill.
For many writers the week before AWP is marked by a feeling of buzzy anticipation mixed with mild dread; for disabled writers, this pre-AWP anxiety is more complex.
I noted that I’d been writing the stories I wanted, kind of, but I’d also been including other people’s ideas of blackness. I started writing stories that contradicted some folks’s view of blackness but felt true to my actual world and my created ones.
We’d like to recognize our editorial assistants, the volunteer readers who contribute their time and cognitive energies to our literary endeavor, without payment. We’d also like to share some of the kinds of comments that happen throughout the reading process
Translations play an integral role in our reading experience, but we don’t get many translation submissions. In this piece, I explore how a beginner might get started in translation, with help from Lily Meyer.
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