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Editorial Comment Highlights |
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| At some point, one needs
to stop being astonished by one’s own survival
and simply get on with the business one has signed
on for. Luckily, The Claremont Review hasn’t
yet reached that point. We’re thirty issues
strong, fifteen years old, and we’re going
to let everyone hear about it! |
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One of
the editors pointed out that we can now legitimately
claim to be “triple X,” a numerical
figure that has a certain cachet in film culture:
dangerous, risky, perhaps even a little crazy.
So, we’re clearly far cooler than we were
a year ago. And rightly so. We have just wrapped
up our second annual Abebooks.com literary contest,
and the successful stories and poems are in this
issue. The prize winning poems this year are
wonderful celebrations of language. |
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Amazing stories and poems
continue to come over the transom, too, and in
increasing numbers. The growing talent among
our constituency is a satisfying development
to watch. The first story in this issue, Chelsea
Comeau’s “My Brother and Robert Picton,” is
a powerful and disturbing account of the effects
that the dark world of the sex trade can have
on the relatives of those who have “disappeared.” No
one reading this story can remain unaffected.
It is the kind of writing one might attribute
to a far older writer, but, once again, we at
The Claremont Review are proud to demonstrate
that the voice of real talent knows no barriers
of age, race or sex. |
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