Reading it volume by volume, 25 pages each per month, is total waste. Should I go back to at least semi-annual 6-volumes-a-piece books?
Night Fisher turned out to be a brilliant book, in a sense, a gem of its own kind. A fresh and subtle story about kids finishing high school in Hawaii, with all the temptations, insecurities and mistakes of adolescence in the spotlight.
Despite me reading it in an undeserving on-and-off manner, it left an aftertaste of something close to The Catcher in the Rye or Guy-Germanika's School, something I cherish a lot.
I liked it. Even worth re-reading it again in a while, I think. Well done, Hawaiian boy.
Richard Sala's short horror story in black and white, with archetypical killer clowns and kill-your-parents children of corn, flip-flip-flip.
If I were to compare, the thing is subpar to the ugly, mean and scary stuff of Thomas Ott which I like a lot. Well, who am I to compare.
Beautifully drawn, but the story is short and as easy to forget as anything ever gets. Not even a story, just a feeling rather. A fleeing feeling. Gone. No second thoughts about reading it, though.
Emmm. Nothing to report.
It's been a while since I read American Splendor, a while since I saw the movie. Not a huge fan of Harvey's, but given that he passed away in 2010, decided to read his last book.
Never been to Cleveland, probably never will be – for me, it's just a cityname with no strings attached to it. Much more for Harvey, I guess, even though he doesn't sound mad about it.
The book feels like it was written by an old fellow, tired and weary. Well, Harvey has never been a raving optimist. First he spills some city history (still don't get why), and then gives some bits of his life on fast forward.
The most interesting thing about the book though, in yours truly humblest opinion, are his whinings about the depreciating dollar and a working man's savings lost. Here, miraculously, Harvey is fully aligned with the honorable Ron Paul, whose End The Fed manifesto I am reading in parallel. The libertarian economist and a hospital clerk are pissed about the same thing – nasty inflation that steals people's savings and makes retirement a scary thing (picture 4).
In his solution (picture 5), though, Harvey deviates from the renowned GOP candidate and comes to a crooked conclusion – instead of advocating for sound money, he places vain hopes in Monsier Obama and in new taxes – taxes spent by the “yes, we can” president in a way that does little but pumps the inflation spiral further. Oh well, what would you expect – ordinary men tend to like the idea of socialism, wrongfully, as they will be paying for it as well.
I know this blog gets more and more skewed towards comic books – simple reason is – I watch too many US TV shows to read proper books, sadly.
Yet another strange story by Jason, a not too scary one about werewolves in South France coupled with his cynical remarks about the great nation of Gerard Depardieu and the rest.
Not too funny, but acceptable. Only 50 pages long – that's its crucial key investment highlight that they should list on comiXology. Um.
Browsing through comiXology bookstore directly on website, I realized that uncle Stevie is still censoring our stuff, even from his grave.
Guido Crepax's 1975 comic book adaptation (comiXology calls it “classic”) of a well known 1950s novel on female submission was something I stumbled upon filtering the store by books issued by NBM publishing.
Surprised that it didn't pop up in the graphic novels section directly on my ipad (damn, the selection is so tiny still, maybe 40 titles or so), I tried searching for it in the search line and via NBM publishing filter – and no, it simply doesn't show up on ipad. Censored out by Apple, huh. I'm pretty sure these folks would have thought zero seconds about cutting out the penises from Ancient Greek statues, a 1991 Tin Machine II incident.
I managed to trick the system – if you buy it directly through the website, you can then restore and read it on your ipad – one-nil, Apple.
Despite 170 pages or so, it's a quick read, barely 30 mins or so – it doesn't have too much talking, huh, if you get my drift )) Drawn nicely, much less graphic than you would expect – still, naw, I ain't going to post screenshots this time, oh, no, sir.
And I still wonder why roughly 65 million ladies around the globe bought 50 Shades of Grey and not The Story of O. Pauline Reage is like Dostoevsky compared to this grey pulp.
A no-content volume. Uh-huh. Серия опять сдувается помаленьку. All the juices sucked out by the TV show, yeah.
A short graphic novel on time travel, contract killing, and assassinating the Nazi kingpin himself. Again, great puctures, but of limited worth. Why?
(a) You don't get to say much in less than 50 pages, do you? Poor character development, huh.
(b) This is soooooo inferior to a brilliant and most funny Making History novel by Stephen Fry, published in 1996, dealing basically with the same subject, time travel and killing Dolfie. Yeah, that book rocked.
Still, a decent bathtub reading for 20 minutes or so.