As recounted in his 1974 Paris Review interview, Vladimir Nabokov, who was raised in a trilingual household, frequently employed linguistic wordplay in his work, as well as critique of poshlost, which Nabokov defined to that journal in 1967 as “Corny trash, vulgar clichés, Philistinism in all its phases, imitations of imitations, bogus profundities, crude, moronic, and dishonest pseudo-literature.”   That was over a half-century ago, and the decline into poshlost has only gotten worse.  Thusly, in the name of an unwavering belief in the art of the printed word and the eternal primacy of the written word, we venture forth inspired  by a counter-revolutionary, counter cancel-culture espirit to produce and promote excellence in literary art.