Lean mean zine machine
Zines, it zeems, are having a comeback these days. Maybe because all the flannel and lo-fi guitars around town make us wistful for the 90s. Maybe Brooklyn is home to too many underemployed writers with lots of time on their hands (ahem). But probably it’s because we all love DIY so much, from wine-making to condom popsicles, that we never let a crappy job market keep us from putting work out there anyway. So what’s all the fuss about? Find out for yourself at Pete’s Candy Store on Saturday at the free Mini Zine Fest, a showcase of more than 20 zinesters, including graphic artists, photogs and bookmakers. We could spend this whole post telling you why you should care about these low-rent Henry Luces, but we’d rather show you: Read the rest of this entry »
Hey, remember zines? They were those awesome tactile little portable blogs you carried around before your first AOL account, with all the handmade charm of cut-and-paste formatting in the pre-Wordpress era. They were a cultural barometer of a neighborhood, record shop or book store. And they could be again. Our good friends at 
I can’t be the only one who hates on n+1 for being so cool, yet so inaccessible (read: costly). Electric Literature debuted a free iPad app, but if you can afford an iPad you probably don’t need our lit mag app to be free. As a publishing ingénue, I’m always on the lookout for quality writing from not yet overexposed writers that I can afford to read on an entry-level salary. Our humble borough offers digital dosages of not only Booker-Prize-worthy fiction, but also journalism, poetry, scholarship, and works that can’t be classified into any genre. If you worry that your cultural relevancy wouldn’t survive a New Yorker subscriptionl, treat yourself to one of these literary magazines, the best of the Brooklyn slush pile. 
