This Beautiful, Ridiculous City by Kay Sohini

Comics can be almost anything. They can be fictional or non-fiction. They can be wordless or almost illustrated prose. They can be immediate or thoughtful, punk or academic, seat-of-the-pants or carefully constructed.

We tend to think of them in specific genres, with a pick-and-mix of those options and a dozen more - superheroes are all dialogue and action, with flashy layouts, for example, while young-adult books are brighter, with more softly rounded art, a personal connection and a heaping helping of earnestness. But any particular book can be its own subgenre, and further out on any particular axis than we're used to.

Kay Sohini is an academic - I think that's important. She's also an artist and a teacher of artists, and (obviously) a maker of comics. Central to this story is the fact that she's from India: born and grew up in the Calcutta suburbs, a native Bengali speaker who went to expensive, demanding English-language schools. Her first book was This Beautiful, Ridiculous City, a memoir of how and why she came to move to New York City; it was published last year.

On all of the axes I called out in the first paragraph, Sohini is far to the latter side. Her book is personal, factual, told entirely without dialogue, in a continuous narrative presented often as large paragraphs on her pages, told a decade or so after the fact, through the lens of a lot of personal and professional experience since. And her art is, I think, digital: colorful and illustrative and carefully-constructed, never quite aiming at photo-realism but often quite close, a camera eye that maybe is meant to show us how Sohini sees the world.

I don't know if Sohini did this deliberately, but it's the kind of thing I'd expect from an academic, from a person trained for years to analyze and interpret. City is somewhat organized in that classic way: thesis, antithesis, synthesis. The thesis is the image of New York and how that contrasted with Sohini's life growing up - her first chapter is about the first, and the second delves (in the most academic part of the book) into the question of how New York, and "the West" in general, was seen in her country growing up - and gets somewhat into the knotty question of colonization and the mindset of a post-colonial society.

The antithesis is a bad relationship Sohini had in her twenties. She never gives us a name or a face - her art style, and the all-narrative, no-dialogue script is very distancing, I assume deliberately - but she lived with a man who turned out to be controlling and violent, and who she learned years later was carrying on multiple other major relationships at the same time. Somehow, during this time - and Sohini does not want to make it clear to the reader how long this period was, or what years it covered - she still kept up her academic work, or came back to it.

And that gave her an escape: she applied to graduate school (several of them) in New York and nearby. She ended up with a full ride to SUNY Stony Brook, and went there. As far as the book says, this was at least a decade ago, probably the early Teens, and she doesn't mention ever going back to India after that.

Her life in New York is the synthesis. Sohini bluntly points out she is a very controlled, interior, introverted person - the kind that thrives in big, bustling, energetic, anonymous cities, where interactions are many but straightforward, where it's easy to be part of a vast sea of people, alone and specific and particular like everyone else.

This is not a confessional book in any way. She does name her husband and devotes a little page-space to things about him - but doesn't say how they met, anything about their wedding or cute relationship moments or respective backgrounds, or anything else personal like that. We also don't see him - this is a book about Sohini exclusively, about, possibly, the education and creation of an artist. It's how she got to this point: how she became the person who wanted to, and could, create This Beautiful, Ridiculous City.

There's something inherently chilly about City - appropriate for a book about New York, where everyone is happy to be helpful and direct while dodging deeper connections. I don't think Sohini has completely synthesized all of her theses and antitheses here, but they're her life: expecting that would be ridiculous. I wouldn't be surprised if she revisits some or all of these themes in another decade or so - especially if she ends up living somewhere else at some point. That's one of the intriguing points of any memoir - it can only ever show one side, one view of a life, and there can always be other sides or new experiences or reconsiderations.