FEISTY '80S
ZINE CULTURE LIVES ON THROUGH SITES LIKE ROBOTFRANK AND MEMEPOOL.
IT'S MEDIA CRITICISM FOR THE COMMON MAN!
BY
BILL LESSARD | A lot of people think
that Web content is dead. Widely hyped indie webzines like Feed, Suck,
and Word have died, with many of their founders returning to print. Nerve,
originally conceived as a hipster lit journal about sex, lives on as essentially
a personals site. It's corporate giants like AOL Time Warner and Microsoft (makers
of Netscape and Internet Explorer, natch) that seem to be the only Web publishers
left standing.
Yet from a creative standpoint, Web content is more
alive today than during the so-called "boom." With people no longer
working 90 hours a week building virtual shopping carts, dozens of quirky indie
content sites like robotFrank,
SomethingAwful.com,
and Kuro5hin have cropped
up in the dot-bomb's wake proof positive that online content is not only
alive and well, but flourishing with a grassroots intensity reminiscent of '80s
zine culture. The folks behind these sites are the inheritors of that prickly
movement. With the availability of free, open-source tools, independent publishers
like Jim Romenesko (whose Obscure
Store began as a zine in 1989) have moved online and connected with a global
audience. No more mailing your screeds to a few hundred subscribers and a handful
of independent bookstores. Just fire up your Net connection, code the site,
and use your trusty email client to virally announce your creation to the world.
For those of too young to remember
(or too busy watching Miami Vice), the '80s zine movement was
a democratic rush into self-publishing thanks in part to the widespread adoption
of a hot new technology known as the copy machine. (Although invented in 1959,
the copy machine didn't reach critical mass until the advent of Kinko's in the
1970s.) With the efficiencies of PC-based desktop publishing, disaffected youth
suddenly had access to a cheap printing press. The famous zines of yesteryear
Crank, Eye,
Murder Can Be Fun quickly took off (Zinebook.com
has profiles of the best print zines), and though most of them petered out before
the Web, their fiercely independent spirit, eccentric subject matter, and rough,
homebrewed style still live on on the Internet. Unlike their determinedly detached,
samizdat predecessors, however, today's webzines are acutely tuned into the
mainstream engaging it, critiquing it, and energetically taking it to
task. In short: Media criticism for the common man.
Taking their cue from Factsheet Five, a legendary
zine that reviewed other zines, blogs (or Weblogs) Memepool
and MetaFilter serve
up links to the latest and greatest do-it-yourself offerings. They're great
places to start surfing the indie Web. On any given day, you can browse the
entire editorial spectrum from bizarre news
items to subversive Flash animations
to straight-up oddities.
For old-school zine readers, such content may often seem ripped
from the pages of Ben Is Dead or Duplex
Planet, but thanks to our Republican administration and recent world
events, the zeitgeist of 2002 isn't so dissimilar to that of 1982. Like their
brothers and sisters huddled over toner cartridges in the middle of night all
those years ago, the publishers of webzines don't want to settle for what the
sterile mainstream media feeds them. They want to create their own media instead
of simply consuming it.
Many webzines, armed with bulletin board software,
also allow for instant reader interaction. Though in the minds of their cash-starved
creators, such features are indeed an easy way to get free content, the larger
change afoot is the breakdown of the traditional print barrier between the author
and audience. The result can be a compelling combination
of gonzo reporting, homespun media commentary, and thoughtful discussion
or else a virtual moshpit
where anonymous users tear each other to pieces.
Zines are often crude affairs that will do almost anything to
shock, and they certainly aren't for everyone. But if you're interested in what
a lot of creative (often unemployed) people are up to, or need a mental vacation
from The New Yorker, a trip to the indie Web will do you good. Like the
grizzled road warriors from Mad Max, these upstarts are riding headlong
into the future of the Net, shattered New Economy dreams in their rearview mirrors
and the wind in their faces.