"On-line magazine," she corrected briskly. I nodded, pretending to understand, as I pretended to understand most things technology-related back in the day. Didn't the "zine" mean magazine? I knew about zines! gurl.com was funny and smart and progressive, decidedly sex-positive, and chickclick was edgy and hip and represented third wave feminism - it even sponsored the first Lilith Fair!
At That Glow, we were also all about women - but we were glossy, not grungy - upscale and sleek. We were going to run ads, pay writers well,
and -
Well. The fact that you probably don't recognize the name - or perhaps mistook it for one of the many sound-alike sites that are now, in 2026, gorgeously thriving, tells the tale. The editor was bright and ambitious and well-connected, but decidedly ahead of her time. I was sorry, but not surprised, when our "online magazine" slipped beneath the surface of the roiling sea of the newly dubbed "world wide web." (Recognize that www, y'all?)
For me, launching a writing career in the mid-nineties, "publishing" on the internet seemed iffy, experimental, kind of cool - but also more than likely a waste of time, sort of like those semi-pro art shows people would throw together in someone's garage. A lot of work, one fun night of hope, pot, and cheap white wine, and then…nothing. Gone. After all, how would anything "posted" on the internet be circulated? How would it be seen? How would it be archived? Yes, people under forty years of age. These were actual questions we asked ourselves. The concept of words, images and (God help us) videos circulating for all eternity on the internet was beyond our feeble ken.
Even with print magazines folding all around us, even with copyeditors and even editors being laid off wholesale, even with writers being pushed from staff to stringer, the money - and the glamour - was still in print publication. I'd been a columnist for Buzz Magazine until it folded abruptly in 1998, but no worries. I had regular gigs writing crime, disease, and celebrity scandal for the Big Seven women's mags - Redbook, Ladies Home Journal, et al. I'd just move on to the next juicy gig!
(That sound you hear is everyone who was actually making a living writing in the nineties spitting coffee all over their computers.)
So - zine, magazine - for me, it was six of one, half a dozen of the other. Zines were an online phenomenon, some new flash in the pan that was cool and fun but probably destined to fail.
But I was late to the party. What I thought was new was just an online version of the do-it-yourself rags that had been around since the thirties, when sci-fi fans put together little "fan magazines" - called zines even then - to discuss their favorite characters. The very first of these may have been Allen Glasser's The Planet (July 1930), distributed to The New York Scienceers, a sci-fi fan club. In an article for Carter ARTicles, Carolyn Croley writes that art and design zines were first created in the early 20th century, focusing on Dada and surrealism. What these journals had in common is that they were small, hand-produced, carefully curated, and often at a variance with the tastes of mainstream culture.
These early works were seminal, but their authors were by no means the first to self-publish. Tristram Shandy was self-published by Laurence Sterne in the late 1700s. A hundred years later, Whitman self-published Leaves of Grass. Self-publishing was often undertaken by writers who couldn't connect with a publishing house. This route was quite respectable, and the term "self-published" didn't really have a stink on it until the advent of "vanity publishing" in the early 1900s.
The North American Review was founded in 1815, and is still going strong. NAR was first produced on letterpress, but by the fifties offset printing had taken over. Similar specialized literary journals, often called "lit mags" or "littles," proliferated in the 1960s with the advent of mimeograph machines. Access to photocopiers in the 1980s produced another wave of journals, and by the end of the 20th Century there were thousands of little magazines being produced across North America, some financed independently, some supported by colleges, foundations - and even by the government. My first poetry sale was to a tiny photocopied journal whose name is lost to history but that paid me fifty bucks! In 1988 dollars!
(So…if a poem sold for fifty bucks forty years ago, I guess now they must sell for - what? A thousand? Ten thousand? Hahahhahahahahhhahahahahahha. Sorry, poets. Just know I'm laughing with you, not at you.)
These early lit journals were a bit more polished than hand-produced zines. Zines were more ragged, more amateurish, more raw. Typed by hand, sometimes even hand-written, often mimeographed, then stapled together by hand, zines were integral to pop culture. In the seventies, long before most American households had a computer, amateur mags were spreading the word about street style, fashion, and music, perhaps picking up where those early art and design zines left off. Zines were particularly relevant to the punk scene. Punk - the zine - debuted in New York in 1976 with a caricature of Lou Reed on the cover, and helped popularize the moniker "punk."
Similarly, small self-produced "underground" newspapers rose to prominence in the U.S. in the 1960s and 70s, mostly associated with the counterculture. As the Vietnam war ended, most of these disappeared. Plus ça change, as Jean-Baptiste Alphonse Karr wrote in 1849. Plus c'est la même chose.
Yeah.
Print reading matter still outsells digital by a wide margin, and that seems likely to obtain for some time to come, but e-reading has undeniably changed the game. Today, the Substack and Mailchimp platforms distribute what are essentially e-zines, though the lines between magazine, newspaper, newsletter, blog, website and zine have become a bit blurred. Paper zines are still around, too - Paper Pushers Print Shop in Seattle stocks hundreds of tiny, hand-produced zines. Los Angeles has an annual zine festival, as do San Francisco, Toronto and Chicago. Other cities have a big zine component to their comic book festivals.
Zines have evolved, but they are still around, online and in print. Why not check a few out?
Anna Scotti is the author of a young adult novel, Big and Bad, that won the Paterson Prize for Books for Young People. Though primarily a mystery writer, she has published poetry widely and was awarded numerous awards and honors for her collection, Bewildered by All This Broken Sky, and the poems within. Anna's novel-in-stories, It's Not Even Past, went out of print shortly after publication, but will be re-released in October - details to come! Learn more at www.annakscotti.com.
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Anna, I swear to heaven, we may be sisters! I had the same experience with zines in the late 80s and early 90s, stringer for a daily, humour columnist for a chain, and then...anyone remember Moxie? (no... smile) - and even recently, Readers Digest Canada, which published my piece in their very last issue, and then never paid me, sigh as they went under. Really enjoyed the history you gave!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Sis! When Buzz was going under the contributors got to use up all of our restaurant trade..which was abundant. Never ate so well in my life, like Nero watching the fire.
ReplyDeleteNow THAT is a terrific description: like Nero watching the fire. Melodie
DeleteFirst zine I edited was back in 1979, and ran until 1986 (21 issues) Lit-Crit, Poetry, Reviews - back then, we were getting around 200 items a month through the mail, and Mike Gunderloy (Factsheet Five) said we were the UK equivalent.
ReplyDeleteThere are still little pockets of zines now and again - Bill Burns' efanzines.com used to be a good archive - there's also the papernet, plus some conventions as well (though Broken Pencil is no more - a zine about zines :))
John 'Chuck' Connor
Chief Cook and Bottlewasher
Murderous Ink Press
Oh, I hadn't heard the term "efanzine" nor had I heard of Broken Pencil - I'm fleshing this out for a book chapter, so great info - thanks!
DeleteIn December 1973, Joe Walter and I published the first issue of our science fiction fanzine Knights of the Paper Space Ship, printing a few dozen copies on a spirit duplicator (aka a ditto machine) for our friends. Initially, we published SF/F fiction.
ReplyDeleteAfter a handful of issues Joe dropped out as co-editor, and I continued alone, later changing the title to Knights. Over the multi-year, 21 -issue run, printing of the fanzine changed from spirit duplicator to mimeograph to combined offset/photocopier/mimeograph to—for the final issue—typeset content and printed offset, and the few-dozen-copy print run for friends expanded to more than 500 with worldwide distribution.
After the first few issues, fiction was abandoned in favor of non-fiction (essays, articles, book reviews, etc.), and I published work by writers who were then or later became well-know SF/F/H writers: Robert Bloch, Charles L. Grant, Thomas F. Monteleone, Larry Niven, Jerry Pournelle, and many others.
Those were heady days.
I swear firm allegiance to the eighties, but the seventies were a remarkable time!
DeleteYou really did your homework. Cindy Rosmus over at Yellow Mama calls that outstanding and relatively long-lived short crime fic and poetry market a webzine. But your post made me think of so many things. The day in Paris in 1989 when our French friends proudly showed us their Minitel. "But how are all the lists of restaurants and things going to get into it?" we asked. Who knew the whole world would volunteer to spend their time cramming information into cyberspace? And the day, probably not much later, when my son told me, "Something called the World Wide Web is going to revolutionize the way people use computers." Last night I tried to explain to the friend who taught me such basics as "Save as," who'll be visiting New York from Berkeley, CA next month, the idiosyncrasies of Manhattan's bus system and geography. One, take the bus, not an Uber. Why pay $20 to go 20 blocks when you can now use your credit card on the bus and pay $3? Two, There are three buses you can take to my street and three avenues that converge at the point you'll be coming from, where your cousin lives, but it'll be obvious when you're standing there and looking at it, sez I. Are you looking at Google Maps? sez she? My point is that by now my Gen Z granddaughters, who've been using iPhones since they were two, would no longer be peering at Maps but using their takeout apps to order dinner on my corner. The speed at which things change has increased exponentially. People my age adapt (and don't tell me I need to do crosswords to keep my brain sharp, keeping up with my electronics and fending off AI threats to my autonomy do that just fine) but have to work at it. Those who grew up with the constant rapid evolution of everything from technology to language to careers take it for granted. Agree? Disagree?
ReplyDeleteAgree AND disagree, but in a related aside - a lot of restaurants are walking back their insistence on QR code menus, because there is great potential for abuse (do not scan QR codes randomly - you can give the bad 'uns entrée to your phone). Hooray! It was annoying and a bit humiliating to have to send the waiter to the bar to access to a restaurant's sole, grease-stained copy of a paper menu...
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