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First Class #35 was the final issue of First Class for the time being. After 15 years, well, I needed a break. The web site is still up, the chap library is still available, and the door remains open for "the return of First Class."
It is important that you realize that this is NOT a financial decision. I've always put more dough into this than I've gotten out of it. This is a matter of my promise to the writers: I want to get their words into as many eyes and brains as possible, and subscribers were becoming scarce. I heard from many passionate readers and writers who urged me to carry on. Thank you for that and for your love of the mag. That is meaningful, and made the effort worth it.
I have a fair inventory of back issues (through #35) and chapbooks. As I noted, I want to get these First Class stories and poetics into your head. A mere ten bucks will get you four back issues. Chaps are buy two get one free. Remember, these amounts are postpaid, so a chunk is going to the post office!!!
I will do my best to honor issue choices (poke around on the website to find your favorite writers...). And please, checks to Christopher M.
For now, come on in for a look around, maybe pick out a few chaps or back issues; we'll send them to you right away!
New Online Back Issue & Chapbook Shop Inside!
"First Class is a fandango of all sorts of things. Let's start with David Thornbrugh's "Selling Sex Toys to Canadians." This left me feeling rather unsettled. It was freakish, but funny. The same could be said for Alan Catlin's "Upstairs-Downstairs: The Wives," with an attractive gallows humor. I also liked Michael L. Newell's "Such A Parcel Of Rogues In A Nation" [and others] that were in the same vein of a stroll on the disgusting side of the street. This was the predominant sensibility in this issue. Hopefully it is the perpetual mindset of First Class. Editor Christopher M. has the right attitude. Reading First Class #23 put me in a jaundiced but bemused temper.
|In this time of potential swelling darkness, with bogeymen around every corner, we must consider why and where beauty has fled, and how and where it can again renew itself, replenish itself, or, where action is needed to drag it out from under the gutters.
--- Christopher M., First Class #24, editor's note