Jack Saturn is a sometimes jaded, wandering, cynical philosopher transplanted to his new home in Portland, OR. His wanderings lead him to comb countless bins of bargain vinyl, contemplate how to react to a post-9/11 world, and deal with the death of his grandmother. Jack’s writing style and analytical sense carries a strong similarity to Al Burian’s Burn Collector, which is not a bad thing in this case as he succeeds in fully making it his own. The thing about this zine though is that has more resemblance to a book than a zine until you open it up and start reading. You see, it’s over 250 pages and it’s got a thick spine and a nice letterpress cover with artwork from Clutch McBastard. What more could you ask for? Highly recommended for anyone with time for aimless Saturdays spent in the park. Entertaining and inspiring.