Salvage is a quarterly of revolutionary arts and letters. Salvage is edited and written by and for the desolated Left, by and for those committed to radical change, sick of capitalism and its sadisms, and sick too of the Left’s bad faith and bullshit. Salvage has earned its pessimism. Salvage yearns for that pessimism to be proved wrong. Salvage brings together the work of those who share a heartbroken, furious love of the world, and our rigorous principle: Hope is precious; it must be rationed. Salvage is committed to publishing the best radical essays, poems, art and fiction without sectarian, stylistic or formal constraint. Salvage requires only that they cleave to liberation. Salvage does not believe the first, last and only word with regard to prose style was passed down on a stone tablet by Orwell in one overrated essay.
Salvage survives only on the generosity and solidarity of its readers. Please subscribe, donate, and persuade your friends, comrades and institution(s) to take out subscriptions, too. Salvage is not the foundation of a future Left. It may be a time-capsule for one. Salvage is not a pole of attraction – although we hope to repel the right people. Salvage is not a tool of agitation, however devoutly we hope for the situation to become agitated. Salvage strives for a habitable Left, one that deserves to survive. Salvage appeal to those who share our hatreds: read us; write for us; sign up to our information list; donate; above all, subscribe.
Thank you for your solidarity.
– Steve Watson, STACK magazines
– Zak Bronson, Los Angeles Review of Books