In the CR office, we get to know our volunteers pretty well. There are the weekly meetings, of course, and also we require every volunteer to put in office hours. This is largely so there’s someone for Matt M. to wrestle; someone who’ll salivate when Lisa heats up her leftovers from home; someone to act blinded …
Volunteer Chris Koslowski is secretly really good at flag football. We’ve seen him play, and let us tell you: He runs the best hitch-and-go we’ve ever seen, and dude can catch, too—he has hands like Spiderman, only stickier. Rumor has it, in fact, that Chris turned down the chance to be Mark Wahlberg’s body double …
CR volunteer Ryan Connair is a taciturn individual. Here at the CR office we know Ryan mostly through the incisive comments he leaves on the manuscripts he’s read and the industrious yet stoic way he plows though the menial work we assign him. We have personally witnessed the man apply over six hundred mailing labels …
Here at CR, we’re looking forward to the howling winds and dead-tree vistas of January. Okay, not really, but we ARE anticipating the new issue, which will hit the frozen or semifrozen (depending on the latitude) North American newsstands then. Either you can pull on your long underwear, lace up your boots, and brave the …
We’re excited about our new issue, due out in January (a bit behind schedule, but we promise it’s worth the wait). We think you should be, too. To help you achieve maximum anticipatory excitement, Assistant Editor Becky Adnot-Haynes wrote a brief teaser for one of our forthcoming stories, Kate Finlinson’s “The Jesus Party.” Becky Adnot-Haynes: …
CR staff member Dietrik Vanderhill is Dutch. Like, wore-wooden-shoes-to-hometown-parades-in-Iowa Dutch. Like, grew-up-in-a-house-his-father-built-himself Dutch. Like, every-angle-on-his-body-is-precisely-90-degrees Dutch. You could set your watch on the man’s chin were in not covered by a large, bushy beard the color of fall leaves. Last Monday, Dietrik came into our office in a state of severe agitation. He was struggling …
CR volunteer Brian Trapp is haunted. If you see him from a distance, you might think the noxious-looking cloud wafting behind him is indicative of a Pigpen-like stench, but really Brian smells okay (a bit like cashews, actually). The emanations trailing him like a comet’s gaseous tail are, in fact, [booming voice here] HIS DEMONS. …
In the interest of making space in our storage closet, and for the boost that beneficence brings, we are offering one free back issue (your choice) to anyone who emails me (Nicola) at editors@cincinnatireview.com by the end of the business day on Monday (July 18). If you are already a subscriber, you can offer your …
It’s not unusual for poet Ruth Williams to disappear on occasion. These absences are often preceded by some sort cryptic comment from Ruth, like “I have, each year, lived past the day I will die.” Then, a week or so later, she’ll return, clutching a pile dried leaves on which she’s jotted existential musings using …
When volunteer Brandon Whiting ate eight billiard balls, he began to bawl. He tried to explain, plainly, why he wanted to eat the balls, but his bass voice grew coarse, he clutched the base of his throat, and then the blue ball—not the cue ball—blew on a trajectory course right out of his gullet, straight …
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