A mirror reflecting another mirror: I am writing a zine review of a zine comprised entirely of zine reviews. For some reason, I thought this kind of thing went extinct in the early 2000s, but here Zine World is, staring me in the face, taunting me with the task of enacting a nightmare where I start reading the zine reviews in MRR and every time I turn the page there’s more of them... and more... and more... and this is coming from someone who likes reading reviews. The problem here for me is that I don’t have an ounce of stock in this—I don’t want to read this many zine reviews, and the zines within were nothing to make me perk up and take notice. But, for someone else, this could be captivating. I imagine if this were book of fried chicken reviews, I would be sucked in. As it is, I could only take it for what it was—a shot somebody took that completely missed me, which is okay because I looked around and saw I was not its mark. –Dave Brainwreck (Zine World (defunct), PO Box 3556, Portland, OR. 97208)