In truth, the charming “savage” is in fact not that savage at all. But it certainly earns its name. The work is indeed biting, and has a kick. But what I really like about the site is that it’s willing to stick its neck out. It’s savage in the face of competitors and contributors alike. It’s an internet rogue.

Am I biased because they published two pieces of mine that many other sites described as “too abstract”? Well possibly…well yes! But only because it’s something I admire. From the edgy pieces by Marquis de Chalfont to the excellent dialogue of Joseph Ridgewell; Savage is determined to make an impact.

And impact it does. I don’t always agree with the choices (well, it’s all a matter of taste hey? What a loser I would be if I always did!). But the lack of pretension hits you square in the jaw. Too many edgy lit-zines become their own worst enemy and become more bourgeois than the publishing world they attempt to shun.

And whilst we’re on the subject…what is that all about? What is wrong with people writing, being published, and making money? Is not this kind of attitude the same snobbery that these zines which to extract themselves from/ Well done: you’ve created your own. Uber cool is obviously not uber smart! So, a round of applause for savage manners: for doing what they do, and for doing it well.