Saint Elsewise

I’m reminded of a self-published highschool yearbook, but with photocopies instead of pretty paper. There’s everything in here: quotes from Dante’s “Inferno” (teenage favourite for reasons various), and a poem that rips off both Billy Corgan and Aretha Franklin lyrics. Eek. And the spelling… The only thing I really applaud are the drawings: I think they’re rather sweet and give the book some of much-needed depth. Stick to the drawing if you can and forget that he broke your heart for the umpteenth time. I’m positive there are better cliches to tackle. (carolyn tripp)

Zine, [email protected]

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