Welcome to the first issue of The Worcester Journal, a new magazine for new writers. Here you’ll find plenty to entertain and interest you, such as why Charles Dickens hated America but loved Lowell, Mass., how Godzilla was transformed from a mindless monster into a beloved icon, why Bollywood movies are actually good, and how the strained family dynamics of three cousins, two of whom were Queen Victoria’s grandsons, affected World War I.
You’ll find personal essays on being an immigrant teenager, losing a family member, finding out that you are both like and unlike your parents, and making peace with memories of being bullied. There are also reviews of books by poet Andrea Gibson and polymath Nassim Taleb, a collection of quips, a profile of a successful romance writer, a meditation on Lewis Carroll, and an attempt to explain one man’s obsession with Herman Melville and Moby-Dick.
We also feature a series of photographs showing the beauty of Tibet, a touching story from a school for blind children in Nepal, and two poems, “The Mountain” and “Tending My Grandfather’s Garden, and First Visiting His Grave.”
If you find something you like, please share it. If you’d like to get involved with the Journal as a writer, photographer, editor, or intern, shoot us an e-mail and let’s talk.
Collecting quotes is like meeting interesting people and only hearing the most amusing or insightful things that they have to say.
An unconstrained story, going wherever it pleases, sprawling out around a central theme like an aerial view of London at night.
A few of the more common questions I’ve been asked by my American friends about Bollywood movies.
For audiences in America and around the world, Godzilla is and has always been a fantasy, an amusement, an entertainment; for the Japanese audiences of 1954, the film struck close to home.
We sit on the dingy staircase and I try to console her, though my words are meaningless.
Being a teenager on the road to adulthood is in and of itself hard; being an immigrant teenager makes the journey even tougher.
It’s been a long time since we picked those blueberries.
All I had to do to get Angel to respect me today was to talk to him on his level, man to man. Only, Angel’s just a kid, fourteen years old.
America. The land of the free. The land of multiple brands of peanut butter and endless supply of saturated fat.
This past summer photographer Wanbin Li visited Tibet, a land that was once a symbol to the West of the mysterious and the exotic, and found it to be a place of stunning and varied beauty.
Dickens may have been too willing to believe in the workers taking so much pleasure in their labors.
At the center of this stage stood three cousins.
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