Andrew Ervin responds to the VIDA Count 2012

Excerpt from The Rumpus:

What I’ve come to realize, thanks to VIDA and the Count, is that my feminist convictions do not make up for the low number of books by women I’ve reviewed. Not yet. Good intentions are not enough. It’s people like me, people aware of the persistent sexism of our society, who need to do a better job of promoting books by women. To ignore the gender disparity in publishing is to perpetuate it. I can’t do that any longer. Instead, I will continue to champion all of the books I love in every way I can—only now I will do so with a clearer understanding of just how far we still have to go in building the literary community that we all deserve.

Read the full response here.
Read the VIDA Count 2012.


David Lynn Finds Balance at the Kenyon Review

Interview excerpted from The Review Review:

I think I’m a much better reader now. Reading literature is like many of the things in life, you get better the more you do it.


After all these years, I realize more clearly than ever before that I’m always looking for balance. Balance between publishing the greatest, best known writers out there today while also discovering exciting new voices and talent. I think we’ve been pretty successful at that. It’s incredibly important to us. It’s why we read the slush pile so assiduously.

Read the full here.

Dennis Johnson and Valerie Merians on Writing after Tragedy

Interview excerpted from The Rumpus:

Suddenly, after 9/11, though, it seemed like everyone was reading and writing poems. There were poems written in the dust. So we thought, This is remarkable. And me, as a former journalism prof, knew that poetry at one point in the 19th century had a part in the newspaper as a sense of reportage. They would have a story, but they would also have a poem about the story. So we said, let’s do that. Let’s ask poets to give us a poem they wrote sometime after the event. We didn’t really want poems about the event—we didn’t want people writing about, “That awful day! The giant candles! The falling birds!” The point was that life was going on in New York. And there is poetry after the Holocaust.

Read the full here.

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