Silent Introduction

Reviews teeter on being dreadfully dull and self-serving. They’re full of tortured metaphors and boring anecdotes about how some schlub went traipsing off into the fields of Argentina to become illuminated by something equivocal to Proust or Rimbaud from over a century ago. 

We will do exactly this and fall guilty of every possible trope. We will be nothing less than a pretentious walking contradiction. We will swerve into any and every lane we choose, punch below and above our weight. The world does not need another review consortium but it is getting one. We seek freedom and opportunity. We seek a little house on the prairie. And we are here to discuss the holy Malbec. It's the joy we find in a dark era.