Sick of New York stories? No? Good, we’ve got a pair of those this month. And for those of you who could care less about the plights of Brooklynites in the early 21st century, no need to fear — there’s also the tale of a big, blurry sea monster and a vampire with disablingly large canines. Comics are fun! Oh, and hey self-publishers, we want to feature your minis in upcoming columns. Drop us a line, and we’ll tell you where to send ’em.
New York Drawings by Adrian Tomine. Drawn & Quarterly
But then you open this collection and realize Tomine is still Tomine. That the sequential floppies have mostly morphed into single-page illustrations (which, wild guess, likely pay orders of magnitude more than full issues ever did), but the cartoonist has used this opportunity to condense short stories into single panel tales. Yeah, some of the content is likely just commissioned supplementals for others’ text stories that do most of the heavy lifting, but divorced of text, Tomine has become a master of conveying real world complexities in the context of a single frame. And as you stare and search, the book store is changed from a stationary object for coffee tables and dusty bookshelves into something more vibrant — not quite a graphic novel per se, but a portrait, certainly, of the world around him.
The Infinite Wait and Other Stories by Julia Wertz. Koyama Press
This means two immediate things: first, it’s not as funny as often as her older work and second, it’s a lot more real. Yes, there’s all kinds of wisdom in those infinite adages about truth in humor, but dissecting the world into beats over the course of a weekly strip has the tendency to erode nuance from memory, facts and thoughts rearranged in service of punchlines. There are tales of tackling the chronic disease and regretful drinking that defined much her 20s spent in San Francisco and New York.
But don’t let such earnestness dissuade you, coming off the joke-centric world of Wertz’s work thus far — there are other topics, too, that lend themselves a bit better to the cartoonist’s snark, like crazy parents and a factotum of shitty, short lived jobs (the “wait” that gives the book its. There’s even the occasional fart joke, you know, just for good measure. It all adds up to a work that is, far and away, Wertz’s most honest work to date.
Bjornstrand by Renee French. Picturebox
I suspect the whole thing will make more sense at the web series unfolds, giving some background on the giant, adorable beast, who emerges from a body of water like some wide-eyed, beak Godzilla villain. As it stands, it’s a strange sequence of events — albeit a delightful one with colorful curses, terrifically drawn, as ever. There are none of the grotesqueries here that define some of French’s earlier works, but there’s plenty of mystery to have at. And even if it never makes any more sense that it does today, I’ll never feel cheated, having been afforded the opportunity to spend a few more minutes in the cartoonist’s strange, blurry world.
Sabertooth Vampire Unleashed by Mike Russell. Self-published
Artist Mike Russell, I’ve since discovered, is actually a movie reviewer for The Oregonian. That’s all well and good, but someone needs to give this guy some kind of a cartooning medal for the hilarity he’s managed to squeeze out of the adorably thin premise of a diminutive Dracula with canines longer than he is tall ( had a rabbit once with a similar problem. Far less funny, that). It’s a vampiric disability with delightful consequences — and some pretty fantastic merchandising tie-ins. In fact, here’s hoping it gets its own Adult Swim short one day, if only so I can buy one of those amazing Sabertooth Vampire mugs.