That’s right—we’re having a cutesy little contest. Why? Because we want to get our readers more involved and judging from the confused reaction to the new editors’ blog posts, we figured a small bribe couldn’t hurt.
What’s the contest? We want new slogans for the Backwards City Review. The problem is that we don’t know how to make them. If we did, we could all take metropolitan advertising jobs as the “creative” types at our respective firms (i.e. wacky tie patterns and fake pot plants in our cubicles). So we want you to provide them.
We’re looking for something short, pithy and kind of ambiguously clever. It could be a tidy bit of chiasmus like “Ask not what you can do for your country…” or bluntly utilitarian like “We will bury your grandchildren.” So send us your tired, your poor, your huddled missives and you can win some cool swag.
Like what? First prize is a one-year subscription to the Backwards City Review. Second prize is a signed copy of Michael Parker’s acclaimed novel Hello Down There. Both are extremely cool. Even if you don’t like them, everyone likes getting mail. You can write your slogans in the comments of this post. We’ll all pick our favorites, argue about them over drinks, pick the winners and then collapse in a fitful and editorial bale of having done no real creative work ourselves. After we announce the slogans we like best, the winners can send us their mailing addresses so we can get their books to them.
So send us your entries and participate in our first online contest. We know it hurts the first time but you’re special and we love you and we think you’re worth it. Thank you.