Friends of mine are aware that I can be a sponge for information when I’ve stumbled upon a new interest or hobby. So when zines found me, I searched for any historical information I could digest. None of the fleeting mentions of “Inky” in the pages of long time zinester’s writings, adequately prepared me for my first adventure with THE EAST VILLAGE INKY.
If you enjoy a conversational perzine that refuses to grant you a moment to inhale, backed by an experienced, confident writing style, sprinkled with whimsical illustrations then waste no time contacting Ayun to get on her subscription list. A testament of quality can be pointed to by longevity and you have to imagine Ayun has settled comfortably into a stride that works quite well. Unassuming in appearance and hand-written from cover to cover, I have a sense of why INKY has become a staple in the zine community. It’s a semi-controlled rambling personal letter written to me, a bloke lucky enough to find a copy in his mailbox.
We learn about the family’s adventure with television commercial auditions mixed with a brush of appendicitis and the unavoidable connection such illnesses have with emergency room life. You get non-stop action from the beginning of the tale on page 4 until the post ER meal and online commercial viewing on page 37. Filling forty pages is a nice centerfold comic “The Story of Gregraham,” inspired by R. Crumb’s recent “The Book of Genesis” release, and a Crops for Girls salon experience on the final two pages.