One of my favorite books, and certainly my most fun favorite. The first Lethem that I ever read, grabbed a random from a library shelf. Totally unexpeOne of my favorite books, and certainly my most fun favorite. The first Lethem that I ever read, grabbed a random from a library shelf. Totally unexpected and brilliantly conceived. I love how honestly the characters are drawn, and that their relationships and emotions are played out very honestly in the face of the fantastic elements surrounding them. I've read this repeatedly, usually in a single sitting. ...more
A very moving book with a well-developed voice. Valentino Achek Deng comes alive in Eggers' telling of his life and many, many struggles. The story ofA very moving book with a well-developed voice. Valentino Achek Deng comes alive in Eggers' telling of his life and many, many struggles. The story of the destruction of Deng's village and family and his flight through war-torn Sudan is moving and very sad, but (remarkably) never oppressive. Deng was not beat by these things and the reader shouldn't be either. On the contrary, the book is fueled by Deng's insistence that we know what happened to him and is continuing to happen in his country which give the book an urgency that cannot be ignored....more
Enthralling. The clipped and direct writing, while distracting at first, really pushes the story along. The post-apocalyptic storyline is harrowing anEnthralling. The clipped and direct writing, while distracting at first, really pushes the story along. The post-apocalyptic storyline is harrowing and occasionally devastating, but the book is made through the sweet, honest relationship between the father and the son. I don't know about Pulitzer Prize-winning, but I thought it was damn good. Will make you want to make sure you have plenty of food canned before the cataclysmic end of civilization hits....more
I told myself I wasn't going to be sucked into this "Absolute" thing. I had all of my original trade paperbacks and had read and re-read them severalI told myself I wasn't going to be sucked into this "Absolute" thing. I had all of my original trade paperbacks and had read and re-read them several time over the years. Sure, I LOVE the Sandman like nothing else, but my humble trades had served me (and the dozen or so people I had lent them to) just fine, why did I need to spend $400 re-collecting a series that I already had and had already read?
The answer: because they're pretty. Like, really really pretty.
I broke when I read on Neil's blog that they were going to be re-coloring the early part of the series. Those early issues, which I've always thought had kind of chintzy art and look kind of, well, terrible in the trades have a new life in this volume. The high quality paper and dramatically improved color separations completely change the scene where Morpheus escapes from his prison, giving it a power that it's lacked for all these years.
Also, the form of these books dramatically changes the experience of reading these stories. Thumbing through the trade paperbacks simply can't compare to sitting in your favorite chair with an oversize, 8 pound book on your lap. It turns reading Sandman into a physical as well as mental and emotional experience in a way that I hadn't anticipated.
So yeah, I'm basically a patsy for DC's marketing department. But I really don't mind. These stories have been an intrinsic part of my life for about a decade now, and purchasing each of these new volumes feels like a celebration of the power of their power. I just can't wait until I have volumes 3 and 4 and I can shut myself away in my house for a couple of days and read the whole thing at a single go.
AND, it also means that I have my own personal copy of The Sandman which nobody but me will ever touch as well as a lending copy. So anyone that hasn't read this yet, now's your chance. Come and find me......more
Everything about this was incredible, and I really couldn't stop reading it. Bechdel's comic memoir focuses on her relationship with her family, and pEverything about this was incredible, and I really couldn't stop reading it. Bechdel's comic memoir focuses on her relationship with her family, and particularly her father, and the way that those relationships have influenced her life. She movingly and sensitively tells us about her father, a high school English teacher, collector of antiques, and closeted homosexual, in his terms: through the lens of Proust, Fitzgerald, and Joyce (it made me want to read Ulysses! Ahh!) The illustrations are simple, and for awhile put me off from reading the book. However, once I got into it I noticed the expressiveness and the subtlety of her drawings, conveying the details of her home and the complex emotions wrapped up in all of her (or anybody's) memories of family life.
If anybody ever wants to roll their eyes about comics being a legitimate art form again, they just need to read this and shut the hell up....more