Showing posts with label Woodworth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Woodworth. Show all posts

Saturday, September 7, 2024

Hot off the press 3

 Just received from the indefatigable press of Fred Woodworth: Mystery & Adventure Series Review #63.  This 40-page issue of the completely analog 'zine contains articles about the boy's adventure books A Trace of Memory by Keith Laumer, the Dan Perry series book Radium Island by Kent Sagendorph (which is referred to as "Indiana Jones on Steroids"), and the regular Typographic Corner column.  Of course, the issue also has an extensive "Letters to the Editor" section, in which Fred interacts with his loyal readers.

As always, copies of this and other Fred Woodworth publications may be obtained by writing postal mail to him at Fred Woodworth, PO Box 3012, Tuscon AZ 85702.  (The familiar city of Tucson, AZ is purposefully misspelled in Fred's usage for purposes of protest.  Humor him and spell it that way; your mail will reach him all the same.)  As for cost, Fred writes, "Subscription is at no fixed price - free or whatever you care to donate, if anything.  Donations, however, MUST be in either cash or stamps, not checks. I cannot accept checks."  In the past, Fred has described banking errors that have led him to completely avoid them.  I occasionally send him cash via mail without trouble.  Join me as a reader of Woodworth publications and you will support a magazine whose "purpose is to promote obsolete culture and its ideals."



Tuesday, June 25, 2024

Somebody's always watching me

 And interesting confluence of items crossed my desk yesterday.  First was an advertising email from The Folio Society, a purveyor of luxury editions of classic books.  They've recently released a limited edition of 1984, by George Orwell on the 75th anniversary of its first publication.  The landmark novel is one I have had repeated experiences with.  I was required to read it in high school, at a time when I couldn't yet fully comprehend its message.  I read it later as an adult and appreciated the dystopian tale much more.  Then in 2017, I attended a Broadway theater production of 1984, just as the full Orwellian nature of the Trump administration was becoming understood.  The loss of objective truth, the populist authoritarianism, the memory holes, and the doublespeak ("alternative facts" was an early feature of those dark years) was damage that the country still is dealing with.  The Broadway stage version of 1984 was as shocking and provocative as live theater could possibly be, and as gloomy and foreboding as Orwell must have intended.  Having experienced the show and having lived through the (hopefully only) Trump term, I will be forever changed.  So with that in mind, I ordered a copy of the new book, bibliophilic prole that I am.  More on that in a later post.

Concurrently with all that, I read an article in the Washington Post that describes a formal surveillance program of the US Postal System.  The so-called "mail covers program" allows the tracking of postal mail to and from targeted individuals, with little regulation or oversight.  Back when mail was still a primary mode of individual communication, and the Fourth Amendment of the Constitution was still respected, detailed laws were put in place to require warrants to open mail.  But merely monitoring and recording addresses of mail to a specific person requires very little formal approval.  Without warrants or judicial approval, law enforcement agencies of all descriptions can request the USPS to monitor the mailboxes of targeted individuals, which it does with little resistance.  Despite the Post's recent article, this is not a new practice.  In 2013, the mail surveillance of award-winning author William Vollmann was described in an article in Harper's Magazine.  Vollmann had mistakenly fallen under suspicion by the FBI of being a suspect in the Unabomber bombings.  His mail was tracked - and indeed opened - for years before his innocence was demonstrated by the brother of the actual Unabomber, who recognized his manifesto.  This is a sobering reminder for a snail mail aficionado like me, who likes to believe that old-fashioned physical letters escape some of the privacy concerns of online digital communication.  Indeed, I can't help wondering if my innocent personal correspondence with iconoclastic individuals like publisher Fred Woodworth has landed me on some watch list.  Woodworth himself has often written about incidences of FBI harassment in his own long publishing career.  The truth is evident: 75 years later, Big Brother is still watching.



Friday, June 7, 2024

Hot off the press 2

 Received earlier this week: Issue 126 of The Match!  This is the sporadically published 'zine from iconoclast Fred Woodworth to which I have subscribed for many years.  In fact, it is one of several publications the indefatigable Woodworth produces single-handedly and without use of any digital devices.  Indeed, Woodworth has no online presence and conducts his business completely in cash and via US postal mail.  As I've mentioned before, that alone captivates me as it feeds my typographical nostalgia.  The Match! is Woodworth's long lived "anarchist" 'zine (though he has recently shunned the use of the word).  With content more political than his literary 'zine, M&A Review, Woodworth has recently swerved from anti-authoritarian commentary to something more akin to MAGA conspiracy theories.  Despite that, and however much I may disagree with his political views, I always enjoy each issue when it arrives.  I mean, just consider- this issue includes a column that recalls material from previous issues of The Match! from 30, 40, and even 50 years ago!  Such dedication and longevity in itself is to be applauded.  Long may the analog typewriters and improvised offset printing press of Fred Woodworth live!



Monday, February 5, 2024

Hot off the press

 Another wonderful issue of one of my favorite 'zines landed in my mailbox today.  This is No. 62 of The Mystery and Adventure Series Review, published by Fred Woodworth.  Fred has been steadily putting out multiple publications since 1969.  He does this entirely without use of digital equipment of any kind.  Instead, he uses analog offset printing presses and associated gear of the sort that I remember from my teen years, working in my father's print shop in the 1980s.  It's painstaking and skilled work, made more challenging by the fact that supplies for the printing process are becoming difficult or impossible to obtain. To overcome the obstacles, Fred turns to his endless resourcefulness to improvise solutions for each problem.  I'm astonished by his technical and typographic knowledge, and his unstoppable drive to publish his catalog of 'zines.

This 'zine ostensibly focuses on boy's series books, but delves into many literary and typographic topics.  On top of all that, Fred has been publishing a novel which has been serialized over several past issues in the manner of Charles Dickens in the mid 1850s.  This issue of the Review contains the final chapters of The Sunken City, a Tom Quest novel.  The anachronistic charm of every aspect of this magazine really gets me where I live.  I've been a subscriber for over a decade now, and while the years are piling up for Fred, I hope he continues for many more.



Thursday, October 19, 2023

'Zine Day

 For several years, I have subscribed to a collection of interesting and unique 'zines.  The current issue of one of these arrived recently, and put me in mind of its iconoclastic author and publisher.  Since 1969, Fred Woodworth has been publishing a assortment of periodicals on a variety of subjects.  His longevity and dedication are perhaps the most astonishing aspect of his work.  To have persisted so long with his primary 'zine, The Match!, is a staggering accomplishment in its own right.  Of high interest to me is that he does this just as he did when he began a lifetime ago- without the use of any sort of digital device in any stage of production.  No computers, no cell phone, no nothing.  Just manual typesetting, and offset press printing on antique equipment.  Nor does Fred use email to communicate- you can reach him only by postal mail (He's glad to respond to mail sent to Fred Woodworth, PO Box 3012, Tucson AZ 85702).  This is probably the reason why you'll not find much about Fred in an online search; he shuns digital devices that much.  Just a sparse Wiki entry, and a single short YouTube video are about the only traces of Fred to be found online.  But the library of his publishing work is vast.  Fred has single-handedly turned out 125 content-packed issues of The Match!  He also regularly publishes the long running niche 'zine The Mystery and Adventure Series Review, of which 61 editions exist.  This is what I received from Fred most recently; a jam-packed volume of articles about vintage boy's adventure series books (you may know of the Hardy Boys, yet there is so much more to the genre), in addition to various cultural and typography topics.  And then there is also The Opera Glass, a 'zine covering opera and fine arts that Fred publishes for his wife, Iris.  It's mind-boggling how Fred gets the energy to maintain such a pace of production, which must be exhausting for a solo editor/publisher.  As a reader, I joined his efforts mid-stream, so to speak, but I find it's been more than ten years that I have been a subscriber (yes, that's yours truly as author of a letter to the editor in one of Fred's publications.)  To be sure, this extraordinary persistence comes with some tradeoffs.  As a long time correspondent with Fred, I have witnessed his gruff side, especially regarding politics.  He and I certainly differ on a number of points.  But that doesn't dimmish in any way my complete respect for his publishing legacy and his contributions to alternative media.  How long Fred's work will continue is an open question.  Equipment and supplies for his vintage printing processes have become scarce.  He's suffered personal setbacks as well.  But however long he may continue, he's already built a legacy to be proud of.

Fred Woodworth: Mystery & Adventure Series Review issue 61