I like graphic novels.
I always have.
I like the illustrations.
It’s the little kid in me.
I always wanted to be an illustrator
but I never got past
little stick men, sorry, people.
I like that they can tell a novel-size story
in 64 pages or less
when some writers – I am thinking Pasolini here —
can push it up to 900 pages.
Come on!! as Lleyton Hewitt would say.
I have my little list of favourites:
‘Wilson’ by Daniel Clowes and ‘A Taste of Chlorine’
by that French author
and ‘Maus’, of course, the classic by Art Spiegel.
I remember the excitement when I purchased
‘The Dark Knight Returns’ by Frank Miller when it first came out.
It was like when I bought the just released “Revolver’ by the Beatles
and ran down the ramp of the Adelaide Railway Station to catch
the train home so I could play it on the turntable
only to come a cropper at the end.
It was that kind of excitement.
When in doubt, choose a graphic novel, I say.