Littoral West
Edited by D.C. Lessoway Reviewed by Tom Hartman
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Littoral West Edited by D.C. Lessoway submissions@littoral-west.com
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With that tagline promising "Friction" along with "Fiction" and "Depiction,"
you'd expect Littoral West to lean toward the subversive a 'zine that,
in one way or another, strives to chafe or get under the collective skin of
the mainstream. You'd think, right?
Well, Littoral West does indeed get under the skin only in a very
different way.
Without a doubt, the current issue is one of the more somber reading experiences
you'll find on the 'Net not at all the sort of thing you'll want to browse
if you've just been fired or if your girlfriend has run off with the guy downstairs.
Topics range from breast cancer to a friend's suicide to the angst of an ostracized
teenager. Spend more than a few minutes here and you may need to click over
to hampsterdance.com for a virtual mood-elevator.
Be warned, too, that LW is primarily a playground for its own editors.
Poetry editrix Evelyn Halle contributes a few poems (one a draft no less!),
and Editor-in-Chief D.C. Lessoway throws in a story (or is it an essay?), along
with several ponderous "e-art" projects. These, by and large, constitute the
"depiction" side of things. Lessoway's "Memory," for example (snap shots, school
photos and other artifacts accompanied by fragmented text) looks like a collection
of "Intro to Photoshop" projects (careful with that diffuse filter, D.C.!) and
is about as interesting. If there's some theory or other behind this mess, it
certainly defies identification.
Similarly ponderous is Lessoway's story/essay "Steel Cold Blue Sky," the last
few paragraphs of which exemplify his flair for the lugubrious:
Numbness is replaced with thoughts of Bill's friendship, his voice,
his way of helping you when you needed it. I can not shake the perplexity.
In all the years I knew him, there was no hint of such an act or emotional
breakdown. He was a rock. I recall the many times I cried in his arms
over lost loves and several deaths in my family.
It is morning when they remove Bill's body from the lake. I will never
forget the shimmery crystals of the overnight snow covering him like
a soft cotton shroud.
Overall, the most worthwhile piece here is the "History of Breast Cancer,"
culled from some publication or other of the Breast Cancer Society of Canada.
It's a lengthy and informative piece, though it's hardly lit-mag fare (more
general-interest in scope and feel). Lessoway's introduction catalogues several
family members' bouts with cancer.
Worst of all there's "Teen's POV" which, in this outing, features "Explaining
the World [!]: An Analytical Approach to Highschool Popularity," by (highschooler)
Karen Mackay, who ponders just what it is that makes those intellectually-stunted,
downright mean and nasty "popular" folks tick? Is it their upbringing? Is it
rap music? And, damn it all, Mackay asks, why can't I just be myself? Suffice
it to say that this is the sort of thing about which Mackay will be very embarrassed
when she's, say, 25.
From the lack of editorial focus (unless, that is, you count the almost funereal
air here), to the low-fi design, to the Tripod pop-ups that sprout with every
click, to the conspicuous presence of LW's own editors among its list
of contributors, it's pretty clear that this is yet another dilettante's effort,
a 'zine that's sprung up overnight thanks to the marvel of free Web page hosting
and which will disappear or go dormant just as quickly.
In this case, it is just as well.
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A graduate of Columbia University and The University of
Pennsylvania, life-long New Jerseyan and New York Mets fan, Tom Hartman
now lives in Philadelphia where he's an Associate Poetry Editor at Painted
Bride Quarterly. Over the years his writing has appeared in numerous
publications, including The Philadelphia Inquirer, The Photo
Review, City Paper (Philadelphia), and Philadelphia Weekly.
When he's not writing he spends far too much time hating the Atlanta Braves.
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