Drinking at the Movies
I glow Hobart and came across an interview with Julia Wertz. Interesting. I then went to her comic blog (once named Fart Party, but she’s tired of that phrase). I then $$ her book. I also glow drinking at the movies. Once, during an absolutely packed house of the showing of Fahrenheit 911 (this was Massachusetts, go figure), I snuck a Fosters oil can into my pants and then when I opened it (always an awkward moment) the beer loudly exploded all over my jeans. That was embarrassing. Julia Wertz is a graphic memoirist. Often she is stumbling, spilling things, misunderstanding the situation, young and dumb (I mean the type of dumb that comes with this developmental age; the character is always self aware and obviously intelligent) and wander/wondering about Brooklyn—often, well, embarrassed. (Example: At one point, she has a giant, painful, of-unknown-origin rash on her ass.) If you are about to go all Oh God another story about a twenty-something in Brooklyn, blah, blah, bar scene, go right ahead. In the introduction, Julia Wertz says, “As an autobiographical writer, I had no choice but to portray the natural progression of my life, and I apologize to anyone who’s sick of these stories as I am.”
It’s an insightful, funny thing to say, and most likely speaks to one of the more endearing aspects of this character, her voice.
Nick Antosca—
Check out “In Room 208” by Stephen Collins, which won the 2010 Observer/Cape graphic short story prize. It’s creepy and lovely. A couple whose honeymoon is cut short by bad weather retreat to a hotel, where a strange inertia takes hold…
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Blake Butler—
What are some awesome Must Read more experimental or weirdo graphic novels? I enjoy, like, Monologues for Calculating the Density of Black Holes but I feel severely out of touch.
Like a Dog
You are supposed to listen to Low while reading Ander Monson’s book from back when, O.E.
Interview with Zak Sally at Bookmunch.
I mean, I really do think that’s an important thing for…everyone, for all human beings on some level – just asking “what am I doing here? why am I doing it? am I being an asshole, am I holding myself accountable for the things I’m doing in this life?”
It is better to be good than smart. That is the idea.
Like a Dog Review at Bookmunch.
I like saying the word munch.
Words begat images, images begat words. That is the idea.
Snow of syllables. Eat etchings. Cold. Thaw. Words.
Bottomless Belly Button
I was going to fold my laundry, but my cat is sitting in the basket on top of it. I think it’s warm still, and he seems to like that. Instead, I’ll post something about Bottomless Belly Button, a graphic novel from Fantagraphics that I read a few days ago.
It’s pretty darn good.
(Hey, why haven’t we been writing about graphic novels more? I mean, as we have established, I am the member of the group who’s a little longer in the tooth than the rest of you, but aren’t people in our “age category” still supposed to read lots of graphic novels?)
Here’s the thing I hate about graphic novels. I hate graphic novelists. That’s what I hate about graphic novelists.
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October 31st, 2008 / 1:32 am
October 31st, 2008 / 1:32 am