Craven’s critical memoir of his trip to the Autonomous Mutant Festival, which he describes as “a lot of freaks and stuff gathering out in the middle of the forest and letting it all hang out or, as they put it, acting autonomously.” Through a haze of soft drugs and jug wine, the story of the festival is told, as Craven watches people tune in, turn on, and drop garbage all over the woods. Even when Craven enjoys himself, he is questioning the good that an insular subculture can do, even if it wants to better the world. This zine worked for me on all levels; as a humorous journal of a party weekend in the woods, as a rumination on the double standards of subculture, and as a look into the mind of someone who often describes himself as negative and snarky. There is a lot to be learned here, even if you aren’t interested in hanging out in the woods with a bunch of lifestyle activists, because Craven’s perspective can be applied to many walks of life. – CT Terry