Lit mags are compact packages. They slip down the door pockets in your vehicle, they slide into the sports bag or into a compartment in your purse. If you are waiting in the airport, or in line at the bank, out they come. You are never bored; good fiction is at hand.
It takes me a long time to read a lit mag. I often read the first paragraph of a few stories before settling on one. Sometimes - I admit it - I read the last paragraphs as well. I seldom read the poetry, unless it really grabs me. A lot of times, alas, I don't understand it.
Sometimes I read a very good story twice as I did from the recent issue of The New Quarterly. The story Across the Pacific by Peggy McCann was wonderful, full of life and interest. And yet the theme, the trials of old age, is a common one, often found in lit mags. But here, this well-worked theme comes across as fresh, delightful and poignant. I will probably read it again before I move on to other stores in the magazine. A story as good as this lures me to read it again and again.
Lit mags have picked up their fair share of criticism about a certain sameness of the stories. Certain themes reappear - Alzheimer's, death in the family, the slacker male on the loose, the rural settings, the errant wife or husband, the problems of old age. I have no idea why these themes reappear. Can't even guess.
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