Big Fucking Deal
Big Fucking Deal is one month in the life of Marc Parker. Beginning on New Year’s Day 2007, every entry includes a brief outline of the day’s events and is accompanied by a drawing. A visual journal, if you will. The cover instantly grabbed me: light blue with large, typewritten letters laying over the photocopied skeleton of a coiled notebook–various other bits are glued on as icing. It looks loud; it looks obnoxious; it looks controversial. And it’s not. If anything, I should have heeded the title as a fair warning. The zine reads like the diary of a gradeschooler whose experiencing puppy love for the first time. Really, the entire thing is an ode to his girlfriend and while there’s nothing wrong with that, is it necessary? Do I really want to fork over three bucks to read about this guy’s girlie infatuation when I could just as easily throw on a Dallas Green record? Save your scissors, Marc. And your photocopying privileges. (Amy Greenwood)
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