This issue, with the second instalment of Quiet, the Tin Can Brains Are Hunting!, brings to an end our three retrospectively-created issues of reprints. I hope you have enjoyed them. From this point on, this publication will provide all-new material (unless the deadline is crashing over my head). We shall see how it goes.
In theory, this is the Autumn issue of TQF, and I am in fact writing this
at the end of September, so for once my editorial is contemporaneous with our
supposed date of publication. No need to falsely cast a scrying eye into the
future – I can just throw it out of the window to see brown leaves, grimy
skies and drizzling rain. It doesn’t look kind out there, reader, so stay
inside and snuggle up with Theaker’s Quarterly Fiction! This issue, as will
many in the future, ends with a traditional slap-up dinner, so you are
guaranteed a warm feeling in your tummy when you get to the end. To get the
most from this issue, I recommend that you take it to a nice place to eat,
perhaps your favourite pub on a Sunday afternoon, and ask your friends to meet
you there, perhaps friends that you have not seen for a few months, who have
travelled just to see you, and when everyone is sitting comfortably, having
filled their bellies to the utmost extent, get to your feet and read a few
chapters out loud. I recommend that it be read in a pseudo-declamatory style,
with a touch of pomposity and self-importance. If other diners can hear you,
take a moment to gauge their mood. If they appear receptive, kind,
open-hearted, sweet-natured and intelligent, read a little louder, and when
you are done, accept their plaudits and tell them where to purchase a
subscription. If, on the contrary, they seem pugnacious, unpleasant and
uneducated, walk over to their table and raise your voice even more; it will
do them good. – The Editor
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