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So, much to Mrs. Hipster's
chagrin, I decided to subscribe to McSweeney's literary journal. She
thinks all that crap is overly-high-minded, elitist and snobbish.
I completely agree, and ask her if she's ever read my damn site. Just
to compound her scorn, I had to send several stern (yet self deprecating,
snarky and intellectually worded) emails to their subscription department
to get them to send me my first issue. After a couple promises, the
thing showed up. I was immediately impressed with the quality of the
book. The cover to this thing is a really cool comic folded up to
create a perfect wrapper, with a couple mini-comics tucked into the
nooks and crannies. The rest of the hard-bound book is immaculately
put together. Oh, did I mention this issue is all comics? Yeah, this
seems to be a recurring thing with me over the last six months or
so. Never having read a graphic novel or comics growing up, the whole
world of illustrated story-telling has really escaped me. No matter
what efforts have been made of late to legitimize this art form as
serious literature, I'm still resistant. Granted, Chris Ware (this
issue's guest editor) did certainly make an impression on me with
his über-depressing graphic novel, Jimmy
Corrigan: The Smartest Kid on Earth. Despite my fascination
with that, my first foray into the world of speaking doodles, I can't
help but feel creepy and somewhat lame reading comics in front of
other adults. Reading this compilation, though, I realize that most
non-superhero comics out there these days are essentially illustrated
blogs. I'd say ninety-percent of the comics in this issue are autobiographical
in nature, with one hundred-percent of that ninety-percent complaining
about their loserish lives and horrible self-esteem and crushing anti-social
phobias. There is very little in terms of story-lines in these things.
It's like reading a day in the life of that guy you see at the bar
reading some ragged library book and drinking tea in his horn-rims
and ratty cardigan. Sounds kind of hipster-ish, but is really just
dorky (like any girl who blogs about her cats and her boyfriend that
works at the photo lab and always forgets her birthday). I honestly
got pretty bored with a lot of this stuff, and prayed for somebody
to shoot a web out of his fist or something. I guess I still haven't
been converted to the dork side. But I can't wait for issue fourteen
of McSweeney's, which will hopefully be lighter on the graphics and
heavier on the snobby literature.
Other titles by Chris Ware:
Jimmy Corrigan:
The Smartest Kid on Earth
Other titles by McSweeney's:
McSweeney's
Enchanted Chamber of Astonishing Stories
McSweeney's
Mammoth Treasury of Thrilling Tales
McSweeney's
Quarterly Concern Volume 14
McSweeney's
Quarterly Concern Volume 15
McSweeney's
Quarterly Concern Volume 16
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