In her introduction to this collection of Kominsky-Crumb's autobiographical strips, Hillary Chute makes a valiant effort to defend Kominsky-Crumb's art as not incompetent but rather informed by her art school education, a position somewhat undermined by Kominsky-Crumb's own repeated assertion in the strips here that she can't draw and by the general contempt with which she depicts her art school education. This could be disingenuous, or self-deprecation, I suppose, but I am more inclined to agree with Kominsky-Crumb's self-assessment. On some level, there must be a degree of deliberateness to her shaky line, inconsistent anatomy, inconsistent perspectives, etc, as the work here was produced over decades with no evidence of significant stylistic change or development (at least not after the earliest strips presented), but is it a deliberate continuance of a style, or a deliberate refusal to refine her line? Chute's defence of Kominsky-Crumb's spelling errors are less convincing. Sure, sometimes Kominsky-Crumb is deliberately spelling incorrectly (often to represent pronunciation), but more frequently, misspellings seem to be the result of ignorance or carelessness. One can rationalize Kominsky-Crumb's general lack of attention to spelling, legible lettering, readable page layouts and so on as of a piece with the "craft is the enemy" school of art, that privileges honesty, directness, and individuality of expression over mere "craft," and indeed a case can be made that such an approach can create powerful art. Some of the strips here do have a power and immediacy that would probably be blunted by more attention to craft. Many, however, are just hard to read and not very pleasant to look at. That latter observation if often the point, of course, as Kominsky-Crumb is laudably frank about addressing subjects such as body politics and exploring the implications--and limitations--of our obsession with beauty as an inherent good. Her own self-esteem and body issues are overwhelmingly her primary subject, and she is admirably uncompromising about showing herself in an unflattering light. However, I do think that a bit more craft would not go astray. I am struck by the fact that the single panel in the entire book drawn by Robert Crumb stands out like a sore thumb, a rose of craft in a weed-patch of art. Interesting and revealing work, but not in my opinion great comics work.
I wish, as well, that original publication information had been included. While it's not necessary to know where and when this work first appeared, it would be of some use, I think.