The Faircloth Review was born in the summer of 2012 as a whim. I had wanted for a long time to launch some sort of publication. In college I dreamed with friends of starting a guerrilla student publication to compete with our lackluster university newspaper. That never happened. Then I thought it would be cool to start a mix news/fiction project with a friend of mine. That never happened.
One day, sitting with my co-conspirator Lisa, we discussed the possibility of starting an online literary journal and we just… went for it. She did most of the work–designing the logo and putting together a nice-looking site. I worked on getting The Faircloth Review listed in The Writer’s Market, Duotrope, Poets & Writers, and others. This was surprisingly easy.
The Faircloth Review was named after the street I lived on at the time, Faircloth Street, in Raleigh, North Carolina. The logo is that old infested apartment building, the one yellow window being my living room. I think Lisa did a stellar job on the logo. School bus yellow was a bold choice.
In a week or two submissions started pouring in. I also had just started a new job. The volume of submissions we were receiving was quite a lot for Lisa and I to put on our plate at the time. It continued to be a lot on our plates.
Eventually, we couldn’t keep up anymore. We received thousands of submissions from thousands of talented artists. The disheartening thing is that very few of these submissions were bad enough to reject and move on. Just the caliber of writers, poets, and other artists submitting their work to our little publication humbled me. “You really want to be published in my little rag?”
It got to the point where we’d have to hire an intern if we really wanted to keep up with Faircloth and give it the attention it deserved. That was, for a number of reasons, infeasible. If we legally wanted to hire an intern we’d have to rent some commercial space, incorporate, find a way to monetize… This was supposed to be a hobby.
Life has a funny way of getting in the way, doesn’t it?
Eventually, Lisa and I planned our next stage in life. I moved off Faircloth St. and somehow Lisa and I ended up in Hanoi, Vietnam, where I write this farewell. We’re travelling and living the good life and I’m writing and reading and working on my second novel. Life is good, but we don’t have time for Faircloth anymore.
It was a great little adventure, and it was a wonderful excuse to meet and talk to lots of talented artists from all over the world. It wouldn’t have been possible if we didn’t have such a vibrant artistic community. To all of you submitters and contributors, I thank you. It means a lot to me that you wanted to be published in my little rag… I also want to thank our plucky group of regular readers and visitors. It means a lot to me that you wanted to subscribe to my little rag…
I will leave the site running for a while, until hopefully it gets archived by Google or one of those other internet archive services. At that point, I’ll pull the plug for good.
It’s been real. I hope you all find what you’re looking for.
20 June, 2014