Life With Mr. Dangerous by Paul Hornschemeier
My rating: 4/5 cats
another sad book from paul hornschemeier.
not nearly as sad as Mother, Come Home; the book that makes most people cry, but more of the gentle sorrow that just permeates all existence. no?? just me, then? kay.
this one is about a girl in her late twenties, drifting. unsuitable men, an awkward relationship with her mother which spans the spectrum of love to embarrassment, a crappy job, and a faraway friend who owns her heart.
he does the small internal terrors so well: the judgmental “this guy doesn’t like what i like,” and the “oh, god, leaving a phone message is so stressful and what will he think aaaagggg,” and the pride goeth before a fall feeling of standing up for someone that didn’t want your help. just the little pockets of self-conscious humanity. in cartoon form.
we all know i don’t know anything about art, right? but i like his drawings in a way that i do not like the similar-but-somehow-less-appealing art of daniel clowes. these are a little softer, more approachable. that’s how they get you. they lure you in and then—zinggggg!! sorrow-arrow!!
i did not cry at this one.
but it was beautiful and touching, and the “cat compress” scene was perfection.
my cat is the same way. why would you not want to be my cat compress??
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