You want to believe that somebody like Ainsworth isn’t as totally bizarre as his comics are. You hope he has friends, family, a job, a life, something, anything, to cut through the amorphous decrepitude of his comic universe. But, you know, when one of his slim zines is completely devoted to the overweight ramblings of a vaguely retarded thrift shopper and culminates in our protagonist buying a boy named Jack and taking him home on the bus, you have to wonder. This is weirdness for the sake of weirdness, and it has about it the not so nice of aura of something done by somebody who probably doesn’t leave the house very often, if at all. Anyway, he’ll send you 3 of these things for two bucks plus postage which is a bargain, I guess. (HN)
comic, 12 pgs, 3 for $2, Edward Ainsworth, #202-1165 W. 13th Ave, Vancouver, BC V6H 1N4