Submitting to The Paris Review feels like trying to get a nod from a very discerning, slightly mysterious bookish relative. I've never had luck, but a friend who placed a piece there years ago gave me the only advice that ever felt concrete: read the magazine cover to cover for at least six months prior. Not just skimming, but really absorbing the rhythm and the kind of emotional space their fiction occupies. It's less about fitting a theme and more about aligning with a specific literary sensibility—the sentences in 'The Paris Review' often have a particular weight and texture.
Beyond that, your cover letter should be utterly minimal. They already don't pay much attention to it, so a long, gushing bio about your MFA or your dreams just adds noise. Name, title, word count, a single-line publication credit if it's truly notable, and that's it. The work has to stand completely alone. And for god's sake, follow their submission guidelines to the letter, even if they seem fussy. Using the wrong font or file format is an easy, avoidable reason for a quick pass.
I think the biggest mistake is sending something because it's 'good enough' or technically proficient. They're looking for a voice they haven't heard before, even if it's quiet. So workshop it until it's undeniable, then wait another month, revise it again, and only then hit send. The slush pile is Everest-sized; you need every atom of that piece to feel essential.