Saturday, March 16, 2013
Pogo, Vol. 2: Bona Fide Balderdash by Walt Kelly -- I came late to the Pogo bandwagon; I've heard about it my entire comic-reading life (which only slightly trailed my breathing-and-pooping life), and seen snippets of Kelly's great comic strip a number of times, but I never pulled the trigger and actually read the thing. Until, that is, last year, when the first volume of this new series collecting the entire newspaper strip -- Through the Wild Blue Yonder -- showed up in my library, so I had to give it a try. Long story short: I'm a convert, and I expect to be waiting eagerly for the rest of the projected twelve volumes reprinting Pogo as they come out annually.
this funny, sexy webcomic because one of the rules I try to live by is that if I really enjoy something that's provided for free, I need to find a way to pay for it once in a while. (Because, otherwise, it will go away, and I certainly don't want that.)
How to Tell If Your Cat Is Plotting to Kill You, the second collection of the not-really-a-webcomic The Oatmeal, by Matthew Inman, who makes his name difficult to find on his work (though for apparently different reasons than Cris Ware does the same) -- I got the first Oatmeal collection during the death throes of Borders, and mostly enjoyed it, and my older son (Thing 1) more recently really liked it. If that's not worth a library check-out, I don't know what is.
Sailor Twain by Mark Siegel -- This graphic novel got a lot of attention when it was published a few month back, but that was at a time when I was being flakier than usual with my reviews here and my relationships with publishers (I'm unabashedly amateur at Antick Musings; I'm serious about what I do but can be lackadaisical due to the general lack of remuneration), so I didn't get a copy of it, even though it probably wouldn't have been difficult at the time. But it was in the library, as I figured it would be eventually, and so now I can read it.
And last is Ellen Forney's recent graphic memoir Marbles, which you may have heard of -- it's been kind of a big deal. I've reviewed Forney's work here -- her cute, memorable, smart what-it-was-like-to-be-me-as-a-kid strip Monkey Food and her utterly different illustrated-sex-personals book Lust -- and liked all of what I've seen of it, despite (or because?) how widely divergent they were.