Jack Saunders is OYB’s literary anti-hero
The Official Market has told him in no uncertain terms that it does not want him, and yet on and on he persists, creating by now a long shelf’s worth of unpublished or self-published books.
His offenses include writing pieces which are simultaneously cultural review, autobiography, and bent Floridian belles-lettres. In the end, his unpublishability itself has become the grand subject of his work, one long sustained rant at “the Mall-Builder Culture” that rejects him, and which inexplicably becomes a new art form all its own. Memoir and rant, peppered with observations on cultural figures, vignettes of local characters, all woven into a seamless fugue…
“Low-Rent Cineaste” is Jack’s ode to sleeper B-movies, a series which also threatens to become a vast autobiographical novel. Jeff always says that big over-hyped movies are usually a letdown; but finding the amazing nuggets among the B-movies and minor character actors is much more satisfying-and finding the gems of off-the-wall genius in Jack’s meandering tomes is the same kind of pleasure.
He has a following of a sorts-“the Buzzard Cult,” Jack calls them-who admire his writing, stubbornness, and ability to keep his family fed (through various straight jobs). You can join the cult, or at least broaden your refusé palette, by sending, say, $10 to him and requesting something from “the Stack” – buy direct and save! P.O. Box 10375, Parker FL 32404.
