These are the faces of our supporters. Just a few of them, mind. It would take a whole page to list them all.
At least once a week I get an offer of help from a stranger. Just last week, Peter Gammie from Sydney said over coffee, I’m going to Ho Chi Minh City soon, can I take some copies for you? Today I spoke on Skype to Zachary Stockill, a Canadian living in Chiang Mai, who’s offered to find a shop for us in his adopted city. And hours before that, I got an email from Amy Doffegnies, a contributor to the magazine. “I'd love to do the honour of ferrying copies of the Mekong Review around SE Asia one day,” she wrote.
With support like that, how can any magazine fail?
If delivery was the only work required, then we would be a runaway success, up there with Paris Review and the London Review of Books. Alas and alack, deliveries do not a magazine make. It’s only the tail end of a long undertaking. First comes the commissioning, then the editing, subbing, designing, etc. Somewhere in the messy middle the photos and illustrations require attention. It takes two months, all in all, before each quarterly Review is ready for the printer. And after that, deliveries.
All of this is to say we need more than faithful mules. We also need money. And as a literary magazine without any corporate or institutional backing, money is something we’re always short of.
As we set out to produce our 11th issue, we are staring at the prospect of, well, wondering if we’ll be able to pay for it. We need some money, but not a lot – we run a tight ship – to make sure it will happen. If you like what we do and believe that what we do is worthwhile, please give a bit to keep us going. Every donation is a stepping stone to No. 11, and No. 12, and No. 13…