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The Hypocrite Reader publishes reportage, criticism, history, sociology, theory, creative non-fiction, translations, manifestos, leaks, analysis, popular science, synthesis, verse, wedding announcements, and Viking-themed erotica. Just because something doesn’t fit into any of those categories doesn’t mean we won’t publish it.


We are currently assembling our August issue, "Bar," and our September issue, "Free Money." Please submit article prospectuses to hypocriterdr@gmail.com. A prospectus is a paragraph or so explaining what your article is going to be and giving an approximate word count. If we don’t already know each other, it would be helpful to have a few sentences about you, including any areas of expertise and previous writing experience, but no need for a full cover letter or anything like that. At the Hypocrite Reader we practice activist editing and pay our writers only in sincere appreciation. Feel free to submit prospectuses for issues further in the future as well: our October theme will be "Vices and Devices," November "Lovers and Friends," December "Nocturne," and January "Dear Mom."


I go to some bar room,
And drink with my friends,
Where the women can't follow,
And see what I spend.
God bless them pretty women,
I wish they was mine,
Their breath is as sweet
As the dew on the vine (Bob Dylan, "Moonshiner")

I only came here to hang out with you
Chain smoking cause I don’t have anything to do
I would have called you if i had some credit on my phone
I always feel so stupid in a bar all alone (Molly Nilsson, "Whiskey Sour")

And the waitress is practicing politics
As the businessmen slowly get stoned
Yes they're sharing a drink they call loneliness
But it's better than drinking alone (Billy Joel, "Piano Man")

But all this glitter is gettin' dark
There's concrete growin' in the city park
I don't know who my neighbors are
And there's bars on the corners and bars on my heart (Tim McGraw, "Where the Green Grass Grows")

It's quarter to three, there's no one in the place except you and me
So, set 'em up, Joe, I got a little story you oughta know
We're drinkin', my friend, to the end of a brief episode
Make it one for my baby and one more for the road (Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer, "One for My Baby (and One More for the Road)")

It names a boundary and a realm. As a realm it promises, as a boundary it rejects all promises. Propsectuses for August still welcome on any relevant topic, including:

  • The bar exam
  • Saussure's bar
  • Alfred Lord Tennyson's "Crossing the Bar"
  • Self-control, habit, ethics
  • Cribs, prisons, windows
  • Getting drunk, getting cut off
  • "Bar none"
  • Loneliness, solitude, togetherness, the public
  • Dating
  • The Apple Genius Bar
  • Straight bars, gay bars
  • Barbarians
  • Third spaces, fourth spaces...


If you’d like to provide thematically appropriate illustrations for a future article (photographs, collages, digital art, etc.) please send us a sample of your work at hypocriterdr@gmail.com. If we like you, we’ll suggest an article in the upcoming issue for you to illustrate.


Thanks for asking! The Hypocrite Reader accepts donations to help fund our print anthologies. If you’d like to help support the project, you can contribute through our PayPal account, which is linked to the email address hypocriterdr@gmail.com. If you would like to contribute through means other than PayPal, get in touch and we’ll be happy to work something out. All donations will go towards the publication of the anthologies and nothing else. Note that we are not registered as a nonprofit and donations are, unfortunately, not tax-deductible.


We no longer publish wedding announcements.