Saturday, November 15, 2014
The Sound of Bottle Rockets at Night
Today is a day of excitement. I get to hang out with one of my favorite people while he schools me on comics because I know very little about comics and graphic novels or even what, technically, distinguishes the two. Between him and Matthew, who sends me comics from Chicago with notes of recommendation that read like stand-up comedy, I have learned a thing or two about a comic book series or two.
Now I'm just excited to get a feel for what I like. From Hell was pretty impressive if only because of it's copious and fantastic amount of research-mixed-with-make-believe. Then there are the books that are usually considered more of art books (lots of pen and ink, black and white- few words) which I love- Everything is its Own Reward and a few others. But what beyond this? I know I was a sucker for the comics-meets-trauma-stories like Lynda Barry's Cruddy. I've stuck my toe into political graphic novels like Palestine and Maüs, but I want more! I can tell I'm on the cusp of falling/jumping into exactly the depths I need to be in- I just need to find which waters suit what will set the gasoline-soaked rags I've been hiding in the cushions of my life - aflame.
Here is to following those invisible and golden threads until you find exactly the ones that should be in your hands at this moment in time.
Be well; be loved-
k.
(photo: by yama bato via Gugnoltum Tumblr)
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