SPIDDER #16: 8 ½” x 5”, copied, 24 pgs.

A collection of short prose pieces arranged together that elicit an intuitive kind of fascination/curiosity. The pieces draw a lot from the writer’s surroundings, and that’s mostly the South. It feels familiar when Jamie writes, “the locals don’t read” and other things like a most-loved bum, and Really Loud Hamburgers, and a sense of physical space, of movement and pace, because the South is where I’m from. Sometimes (most of the time) I feel like the South has this albatross around its neck, like it hurts itself for no reason in so many ways. One of these ways is the stifling cynicism and lack of support for writers. Then I pick up something like this and I’m fascinated and bummed out at the same time because this shouldn’t be something novel. Anyway, this zine rules and I have a crush on it. It’s funny and touching and cool and I could read it over and over again. (Jamie, 1925 Hwy 69, South Savannah, TN 38372)