As you might imagine, putting out a monthly journal such as LSN requires many man-hours (that may sound sexist but the alternative sounds like crap), i.e., hours of intense labor, stress, irritation, befuddlement, blood, sweat, and farts. September’s “Cryptlipo” issue marked our eleventh month as “the only free journal of its kind in America.” Now, with number 228 heralding a year of digital thrills, LSN becomes “the only journal of its kind in America.” That still says a lot.
Alas, in order to continue publishing we were forced to stamp a small price on our cover, but we believe you’ll find this issue more than worth the cost of admission. Why, just take a look at all the whiz-bang you get for your buck: stories by Alphonse Allais, Paulo Brito, Eckhard Gerdes, Boris Glikman, Jason E. Rolfe, David Macpherson; poetry by Jeff Begato and Paul Rosheim; sublime translations by Mercie Pedro e Silva and Doug Skinner; incomparable art and photography by Farewell Debut, Jim McMenamin, Quixote, and Gail Schneider; original sheet music by Doug Skinner; a mini-feature film by Terri Lloyd; and a special supplement by Norman Conquest. Plus the features you’ve come to rely on: News in a Nutshell, Musical Instruments, Simple Acts of Sabotage, Madame’s Wicked Pack of Cards, and Trump’s Tweetstorm.
Dig in: http://blackscatbooks.net/le-scat-noir.html





Francisque Sarcey was the most influential drama critic in 1890s Paris — and the most conservative. He famously dismissed Alfred Jarry‘s
Looking ahead (no pun intended) to April, it’s going to be a Scatastic month. Back in 2013, we issued a little limited edition chapbook titled HOW I BECAME AN IDIOT by Francisque Sarcey. It was actually written by the brilliant French humorist Alphonse Allais, who signed Sarcey’s name to a series of columns that appeared in the bohemian journal Le Chat Noir. Sarcey, a well-known drama critic, became the butt of jokes among the literati for his stodgy, conservative views (e.g., he blasted Alfred Jarry‘s absurdist classic UBU ROI).



