Charlotte Bronte and her brother, Branwell, produced several of these miniature magazines in miniscule handwriting. They wrote them and they edited them and they published them.
Here’s another difference: Sure, I wrote SOME stuff, under my own name, but I invited several others to contribute. These other writers were real people. I stress their realness because Charlotte and Branwell wrote EVERYTHING and attributed the words to fictional writers. Go figure.
And the stuff that they wrote in Young Men’s Magazine was sometimes serious and sometimes fantastical and none of it was true. The stuff in The Squatchberry Journal was sometimes serious and sometimes fantastical and all of it was true. Especially the fantastical stuff.
For example: In “The Great Sanitary Landfill Debate”, of which I am the real writer, the action occurs in a town called Squatchberry. The burning issue around the council table was whether visitors to Squatchberry should be allowed to put their garbage into the town’s dump. After all, Squatchberry taxpayers supported the dump with their dollars and visitors supported only the community with their dollars. So why should they be allowed to use the dump when there were millions of acres in and around Squatchberry where they could dump their garbage?
I know. The debate is familiar. It has occurred in your town on your council. If Squatchberry sounds like your town and your council, that’s because it is. Fantastical but true.
Take the story in Charlotte’s Issue No. 2 by Lord Charles Wellesley, published in 1830. Wellesley is a fictional writer. He lives in a fantastical country called Angria, in a fantastical city called Glass Town. We do have access to another story by this same fictional writer; it is called “The Adventures of Mon. Edouard de Crack”. Monsieur Eduoard is born in a pleasant vale in an imaginary country called France, moves to an imaginary city called Paris, and in due course, is transported across millions of miles of space to encounter some real aliens. Up to this point, the story is quite believable. Then it deteriorates.
In the conclusion to the story, we learn that Mon. Edouard’s lifetime ambition is to find employment in a factory. Sure, I believe that. Millions wouldn’t.
So, if someone would pay $1.1 million, American, for Issue No. 2 of Young Men’s Magazine, what would they pay for Brew No. 1 of The Squatchberry Journal?
Well, I have one.