From Chris Ware’s studied melancholia to Scott McCloud’s serviceable strips, graphic novelists need to go back to the sketchpad and become artists again
The other day in a bookshop I was looking at shelves and shelves of grownup comics – graphic novels if you will. I had a phase of enjoying comics – especially the wild, wild works of Alan Moore – but somehow the enthusiasm has waned. Looking at the latest acclaimed graphic novel, The Sculptor by Scott McCloud, I suddenly realised why they seem less worth an adult’s time.
The vast majority of graphic novels today are drawn with studied banality. There is a lack of ambition and verve to their visual artistry. Comic-book authors have settled into a slick style of drawing that stays within dull limits. Where are the real artists in graphic fiction?
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Published on February 16, 2015 06:23