#98

When K'wali gave me Jimmy Corrigan The Smartest Kid on Earth as a Chanamus gift he said "you can read it in a couple hours." Um, no. This is the Tristram Shandy or Ulysees of graphic novels (this judgment based on admittedly limited experience of the form). I took my time with the book, and savored it down to the tiniest detail. A book about scars, and the effects across generations of ancient errors, and the painful loneliness of its awkward infantile protagonist. A bleak but rewarding read to round out the year.