Words from the Publisher2 min read
With this issue, Apex Magazine is now 4+ years old in its current digital incarnation. That’s an issue a month, without missing a single issue (we were late once, by two days, due to some personal health issues). I consider this quite a nice accomplishment and winning streak. During that time, I’ve had the opportunity to publish and edit some incredible writers. Allow me a moment to brag: Catherynne M. Valente, Jennifer Pelland, Saladin Ahmed, Sarah Monette, Rachel Swirsky, Alethea Kontis, Amal El–Mohtar, Elizabeth Bear, Eugie Foster, Genevieve Valentine… okay, okay, I’ll stop, but you can see why I’m a proud publisher. Apex Magazine, by all accounts, has been a fun and wonderful success for readers, for our editors, and for its publisher.
This month we have an original story from world–weary and world–famous international traveler Lavie Tidhar. To me, he’s the guy who wrote the story about an asteroid’s network being powered by the sweet smoke of burning marijuana. Additionally, we have a great reprint from the Madame of Steampunk, Cherie Priest. To me, she’s the lady who wrote the story about a sushi chef who goes to bat with Cthulhu.
With the milestone issue 50 just around the corner, having Lavie and Cherie in Apex Magazine has brought a cloud of happy nostalgia…
Lavie and Cherie are two of my oldest authors. I published them in my early, early years. They appeared in the print zine Apex Science Fiction and Horror Digest. Both appeared in my very first book, Aegri Somnia, in 2006. Lavie and Cherie played key roles in establishing Apex as a place for quality fiction. Maybe they weren’t as famous then as they are now, but the talent that makes their names ubiquitous existed back then as well, and Apex was fortunate enough to tap into it.
And so, here we are, standing at issue 49.
But just as important as the being part of a foundation that lifted us offer to greater success, Lavie and Cherie have been great friends to me. As the saying goes, they’re good people who use their powers for the good of human–kind. Mostly (I’m certain both have exerted their powers in ways that would the Devil blush, but we’ll leave that for the readers imagination). They’ve supported me with wise counsel, and they’ve supported me during those times when I was ready to throw in the towel.
Enjoy their stories. Buy their books. They deserve great success.
And if you think this editorial is over the top with nostalgia, wait until next month. Issue 50 is going to be filled with tearfully shared stories of love, hate, passion, and anger. You ‘won’t want to miss it.