Pattern Recognition No. 1 features short fiction by Jeff B Willey, Eugene A. Melino, Patrick King, M.K. Punky, R.W. Watkins, M.P. Powers, Leigh Baker, Bill Ectric and Chelsey Burden; poetry by Anthony Robinson, Jessica Tremblay and Angelos T. Anastasopolos; a review of Brian Campbell’s Shimmer Report; an interview with legendary Fantagraphics cartoonist J.R. Williams; R.H. Crawford on Bond and the 1960s spy craze; comics by Gordon Lindholm and Bill Harvey; and more.
Pattern Recognition No. 2 features short fiction by Denver Butson, Tom Larsen, Mitchell Grabois, Reiver Scott, Tom Sheehan and M.K. Punky; novel excerpts by Randall Hugh Crawford and R.W. Watkins; poetry by Anthony Robinson, Catherine Zickgraf, John Grey, Juanita Rey, Richard King Perkins II and Kenneth P. Gurney; an analysis of the Twin Peaks revival season; an interview with superhero fan-filmmaker Dan Poole; comics by Dennis Hyer, Gordon Lindholm and Bill Harvey; record reviews by Mateusz Duczmal; and more.
Pattern Recognition No. 3 features short fiction by Matthew Licht, Robert Boucheron, Mitchell Grabois, R. W. Watkins, Frank Diamond, Jonathan B. Ferrini, Kay Merkel Boruff and Daniel Hampton; novel excerpts by Randall Hugh Crawford and R.W. Watkins; the second excerpt from Randall Hugh Crawford’s serial novel, Whitecross Road; poetry by Bray McDonald, Robin Tilley, R. K. Singh, John Grey and Jon Riccio; an analysis of Grant Snider’s The Shape Of Ideas and an interview with its cartoonist; comics by Dennis Hyer, Gordon Lindholm, Jessica Tremblay, Steven Lewis and Bill Harvey; record reviews by Mateusz Duczmal; and more.
There are times, however, and this is one of them, when even being right feels wrong. What do you say, for instance, about a generation that has been taught that rain is poison and sex is death? If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring breeze on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation. It’s a strange world. Some people get rich and others eat shit and die.
—Hunter S. Thompson (1937–2005)