There’s a wide range of indie literature magazines out there, which run the gamut from dependable to cruddy. But most have a similar format: book reviews, fiction, non-fiction, interviews, essays.
I know nothing about the literary merit of The First Line, but I can tell it apart from the pack—not by its font—but its distinctive take on writing. Unlike nearly all publications, it doesn’t have an à la carte policy in regard to submissions. Its format approximates to that of table d’hôte, which has a set menu.
Each issue is a collection of submissions that grows out a common first line, the object of the exercise being to see how many different roads can radiate out of a single locus. Its purpose, it says, is to “jump start the imagination.”
h/t: THE FIRST LINE