Sandbox

“The Playground,” oil on canvas, by Jacques-Laurent Agasse, 1830.

So you want to volunteer for a literary review

Or you don’t. In which case, click here.

As for the rest of you, we’re accepting applications from people interested in performing any of the following tasks:

Read. We need people who can read fast, edit sensitively, and differentiate between Yes and Almost Yes. We publish fiction, poetry, and creative nonfiction, and editors needn’t be strong in every arena. Slots are limited.

Refer. We need scouts, people who read widely and have an eye for talent. Send us links to writers, artists, required reading (see Fireside in the sidebar), resources (see St. Brendan’s Light under Junction), news (see the News Ticker at the top of the home page), and anything else you think readers ought to know about.

Review. We need people to scrutinze content for additions, improvements, corrections, etc. This feature of the journal, called “Junction,” is in its infancy. We’re building what we hope will eventually be a community gathering place, one centered around all the resources a writer may need. It’s ambitious. You can witness the birth of the project by clicking on “Junction” in the navbar. Eventually we’ll add more resources. We need help deciding what those resources should be, and with collecting and organizing them.

Spend an hour a week on any of the above (there’s no time clock) and we’ll assign you the title of Editor and a place on the masthead. Also we’ll promote your recent work in our quarterly newsletter, subject to approval. You’ll be part of a community dedicated to discovering quality fiction, poetry, and creative nonfiction, acknowledging it, and bringing it to light.

We make a difference in the lives of writers. Not always a big difference, and not necessarily every writer. But some have told me that a Lascaux acceptance or award has altered their careers. A couple of them were ready to give up. One contest winner told me that her piece, one we paid $1000 to publish, had been rejected 45 times. I could go on. Wendy Russ and I founded Lascaux in 2012 and it has had a steadily increasing impact on the industry every year since.

If you’re interested in any of the activities listed above, talk to me (and share a knock-knock joke). If you discover, later on, that what you signed up for didn’t turn out to be for you, you won’t suffer for it: idle editors will be removed quietly from the masthead, and literature will march on.

Stephen Parrish
Editor, The Lascaux Review

Hypothetical Questions

Could such positions turn into more responsible positions, someday down the road, if we work hard and do good?

Hypothetically.

What if I already work for another journal? Can I stay there? Or are you one of those infidelity types?

Think of ours as an open marriage.

Can I ever in my life expect to earn money working for your organization?

If there comes a time when money is laying on the ground, tripping people on their way to the company tennis courts, loyal volunteers will be the first to pick it up.

Can I apply even if I live in Timbuktu?

The world is our oyster.

I charge $50 an hour for my time. Why the hell should I give it to you for free? I’m going to sit here, holding my breath, until either you provide convincing reasons or I turn purple and burst.

How does one apply?

Send an email to lascauxreview at gmail dot com.

What should go into the email?

Whatever you wish to put into it. And a knock-knock joke.

How do you pronounce “Lascaux?”

Lass-CO. If we hear you enunciating the X, even subtly, we’ll delete your application.

What is your long-term mission?

I’m glad you asked. Our long-term mission is to publish the world’s best fiction, poetry, and creative nonfiction. To become the #1 literary market on the planet. Other than that, we’re not really all that ambitious.

Knock-knock.

Who’s there?

Atch.

Atch who?

Bless you!

You’re hired.

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Fireside
Required Reading
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by Russell Rowland
from The Millions

by Elizabeth Gilbert
from Instagram

by Sarah MacLean
from Bustle

by CJ Hauser
from The Paris Review

Winner of the Pulitzer Prize in Fiction

Winner of the Pulitzer Prize in Poetry