The first issue of Concho River Review I purchased (at Brazos Bookstore, Houston) was a mixture between the same old "avantgarde, creative" stuff and a few insightful pieces. The latest issue, Volume XX, is a total disaster: it's entirely the kind of machine-stamped, workshop-generated, topicless, "unique" in setting but mindless in execution, trendy garbage. There is nothing of literary value here although the poem "Lapse" is amusing. I hope Concho River Review gets off the MFA trip it is on and resumes printing material that is actually critical of the assumptions we make, conveys learning instead of emotional sure bets, and has something at all to say, because right now this is a wasteland of zero value.
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