Boots are back. And so is the serene splendor of the old cut ‘n’ paste. Thank Betty Behive, head mistress over the Cornflake Rebellion zine. A good-sized quasi-periodical made of paper and staple, Cornflake is a blessed mess; it has a solid focus within a limited scope. All dented prose and collage, this zine isn’t for everyone and is liable to flap even the unflappable-yeah, it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense. But there’s something about Cornflake that really struck a chord with me, really tickled my filthy. The photocopied images are super clean and the zine looks like a zine should. Perhaps what appeals to me about Cornflake is that it’s completely and utterly the handiwork of a teenager and it allows the reader to living vicariously through Betty Behive. Us adults are too busy paying bills and taking wives to concentrate our efforts on something so insular but, dammit, wouldn’t it be nice? It’s a throwback to an age when we had time to cut up our psyches using safety scissors and table paste. It felt weird. It felt pretty damn good. It wasn’t about the computer. It was about flesh. That’s why Cornflake Rebellion is worth checking out-it’s mainly about the flesh. (Cameron Gordon)
Zine, #5, $?, 24 pages, Betty Behive, 57 Foster Street, PO Box 2103, Perth, ON, K7H 3M9, [email protected]