This is up on the Quimby’s website now. Nice review!
This Friday, I received a zine care package from Joyce Hatton, including issues 8, 9, and 10 of Joyce’s zine Think About The Bubbles. While all three of the zines were powerfully written and beautifully illustrated, number 8 was the one I was most blown away by, so I’m going to focus this review on that issue.
Think About the Bubbles #8: Trust the Knife details Joyce’s life from August 2010, when Joyce first found a lump in her breast, to August 2011, when she completed her cancer treatment. It also chronicles her simultaneous struggles with addiction, homelessness, and depression/suicide. While it’s certainly not “light” reading, Joyce’s bald-faced emotional honesty and penchant for noticing and pointing out the absurd helps punctuate her tales of heartbreak with moments of levity. This zine will make you laugh out loud, and then wonder if you should have done that.
I really love Joyce’s style. The zine is entirely hand-written (photo-copied, but not typed on a computer), which gives her the freedom to use text as a form of illustration, changing font size and style at will without coming across as pretentious. Joyce also seamlessly incorporates drawings with text to show you exactly how she’s feeling. The zine definitely makes you feel like you are reading someone’s journal: fortunately, it’s a very creative and entertaining someone.
The zine goes back and forth between color and black-and-white, photos and illustrations, making you feel that in only 31 pages, Joyce has been able to capture the full range of human emotion.
Why I love this zine:
- Joyce’s raw emotional honesty grips you on the first page and won’t let you go until the last. This zine is near impossible to put town.
- The illustrations are fantastic.
- Joyce really makes the most of the zine medium through her creative use of text.
This zine is currently available at Quimby’s.
How excited am I?
From “My Anxiety is My Lover.”
This is referring to high school, but I realized that this stuff applies to everything in my life, and seems to me to be a big part of antiblackness. As long as I shut the fuck up and deny that there’s a problem and accept white supremacy, everything’s cool, and I’m treated as almost fully human.
(The pen is at the bottom of the page to cover the caption that, out of context, doesn’t really have anything to do with the rest of the page.)
EDIT- I didn’t think it needed to be said, but someone liked this- who’s last post was some racist crap about “they need to just shut up and stop talking about race” so I’LL GO AHEAD AND SAY IT FOR THE DING DONGS… everything is not cool, and I’m not content to be treated as almost fully human.
Think About the Bubbles #9 “Two Zines” and #10 “Grief.”
I’m really pleased with both of them, although I hated “Two Zines” at first. #9 is about anger, silencing tactics, racism, the Race Riot tour, saying “NO” ‘angry black women’ and trauma.
#10 is about my journey through grief.
I’m finally working on “My Anxiety is My Lover.” It was supposed to be #3 or 4 and my friend John was going to illustrate it. He even did a few pages and then pffffft.
But it’s happening now and I’m doing my own damn illustrations because I can do more than stick figures now.
#10 “Grief” is basically done. I’m really happy with it. There are a couple of really beautiful drawings in it.
#9 “Two Zines” is coming along a lot slower because I’m talking about shit that makes me uncomfortable in it.
I was watching a “Louie” rerun tonight and I started bawling. Back then I was so alienated because all this stuff was happening to me and I saw how messy and complex and BIG life was, but everyone else was still back where I had been…. so I would watch Louie, and I felt like that show was just for me. No one else understood, but Louie did!
So I was watching the show tonight, and I started bawling, because that is… pathetic.
I’m glad “Grief” is almost done because I just want to share it- put it out there and see what happens.
I was just gonna do a little zine for #9 to get the next one out there after Trust the Knife…
But I started and this one is going to be just as horrible to write. Damn it.
Well if I’m going to do this shit, I guess I should do it.
“ownership” of black women’s bodies
Alcohol and drugs
Race Riot Tour
Think About The Bubbles #8 “Trust the Knife: A Frac/tion of a Story of Post-Traumatic Growth”. That’s the long title. So nervous! I tried to read it with fresh eyes, and… I dunno.
My zine is coming along.