Oh, Might, what a lovely magazine you were. Might was the sort of periodical that made me think that maybe I could do the same thing myself some day. It was no Spy, but the kids behind Might were, well kids, like me. And they published from exotic San Francisco. (It was exotic to me then, OK? It took me a long time to get out of NYC.) I still have a mildewed, tattered copy in a box in my parents’ basement.
Turns out you can buy yourself some unsullied back issues via the 826 Valencia site. Collect the whole set, I say. (Unfortunately, I personally do not have the $100 to spare at the moment.) I got this link from Andrew. (And the link came to him via Lindsay. Andrew does a good job of describing the magazine’s appeal:
Might was not just text on a page; it was very much a magazine. The editors clearly loved the magazine format, but they also loved to tear it apart. A fair amount of Might’s humor was based around subtle or not-so-subtle parodies of the sort of idiocy you see in all but the best publications: dopey front-of-the-book charts, simplistic approaches to complex material, lazy headline puns, and so forth. Those elements of Might can’t be reproduced in straight text.
Lindsay also writes an excellent pean to the pub here.