Seth Perlow

'So I continued, issue by issue'

Seth Perlow interviews 'Jacket' founder John Tranter

Graphics by John Tranter from early issues of ‘Jacket,’ adapted from <a href= http://jacketmagazine.com/00/about.shtml>‘The Left Hand of Capitalism: … about Jacket magazine.’</a> — Graphics by John Tranter from early issues of ‘Jacket,’ adapted from ‘The Left Hand of Capitalism: … about Jacket magazine.’

Note: I conducted this interview with John Tranter via email on May 7, 2013, as research for an article I was writing. After I sent John my questions, he replied with a .txt file that contained my questions and his answers. I cited some of his comments in my article, “The Online Literary Magazine: Some Preliminary Responses,” Letteratura e Letterature 8 (2014), reprinted in The Routledge Companion to the British and North American Literary Magazine (2022). The “Left Hand” essay mentioned below refers to Tranter’s “The Left Hand of Capitalism: … about Jacket magazine” (1999). — Seth Perlow

Note: I conducted this interview with John Tranter via email on May 7, 2013, as research for an article I was writing. After I sent John my questions, he replied with a .txt file that contained my questions and his answers.

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