A book dense with ink drawings and meticulously-lettered blocks of text fill its pages to the edges, with no mercy for whitespace. It’s a quality, along with the biographical minutia that populates the book, that make it unlike traditional autobiographical comics. There’s no story here that compels you to turn the page, but I learned quickly that the real joy is in flipping around and reading random pages. Reading the book becomes a lot like randomly discovering an artist’s blog. You read one entry, and then another, until you gradually get a sense of the person’s day-to-day life as well as their creative growth as an artist. It’s at once mundane and fascinating.
See Brian Heater’s review here.
Via drawn.ca
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