compilation mag, installment #3, 5 pgs, $2, Kevin C. Pearce, 4476 Concord Place, Burlington, ON, L7L1J4, [email protected] This third installment the mag is made up of about eight different pieces, some in the form of dialogue, others very short (2-3 lines) stories mixed in with random stuff. Thoughts. Snippets. I just wish I had a better idea of how seriously to take it all, because the content is half angstpropaganda and half chuckle-worthy. Pearce’s greatest talent is his well-honed sense of irony and playing on that would benefit the collective impact of the writing. The best example of this is a truly funny dialogue where one character explains how he’s hired a hitman to kill himself, while the other speaker brutally insults him with honesty. It made me think twice about having those lame “they’ll be sorry when I die” daydreams. Then there’s stuff like the phone conversation between a guy and his mom about how many funerals they’ve been to, which flopped because the overly stale dialogue made it sound like a bad high school skit that nobody wanted to act in. Oh, between irony and falling flat, there is such a fine line.(Heather Ball)