The first thing I read in Along These Lines is something called “High School and Life…One Bundle of Pressure” by Nancy. It is annoying to the point where I cannot continue reading it. Most of it seems to be complaining about the smart guy who answers the teacher in long erudite sentences. Alison’s article about inertia was a little more bearable. She yearns, as we all do, for something big to happen, something that would demand all her energy and wipe away her thoughts of the future’s uncertainty. This stuff just breaks my heart. Like the book reviews — Alison discovers a poet named Lawrence Ferlinghetti. She also reviews the Daniel Richler novel. There’s a little graph charting the various spin-off bands of the Pixies. It’s all so fucking precious. I like this zine. It reminds me of how young we can be, and how important everything still is. It is grade 12 forever. When you open it, you wish it could giggle.
zine / Alison Hartford / $1 / PO Box 25, Heriot Bay, BC, V0P 1H0