Cass brought his copy of Tankers, a comic:
It's bonkers, and fun, and silly, and when Cass said he wanted to show "that girl" the gory pictures, and motioned to Irina, a cute young Serbian girl who had just finished her talk on Pynchon and Lewis Carroll/White Rabbits, I smiled and chuckled and said, "Cool, man. I'll go introduce you."
Anyway, on this trip, we ended up picking up various graphic novels, and they are all pretty cool.
The first, from Brussels:
This Tin-Tin story is a classic English version. First, let me say: I grew up watching Tin-Tin on HBO and enjoyed it, and have read a few different English editions as well. This piece had very little Tin-Tin. I mean, he's in it, and he's running the show, but it's mostly Captain Haddock yelling and screaming at people about the lack of whiskey, and Prof. Calculus. It's Calculus's first appearance, and he's one of the more annoying characters I have encountered un sequential art. He's mostly deaf and does nothing about it, besides mis-hearing everyone.
The next graphic novel we got was from the Anne Frank house.
I also bought our own copy of Anne Frank's diary. That girl could seriously write.
The next graphic novel was a rendition of the last few years of one of our favorite painters:
The lady at the Van Gogh museum asked if this book was for me. "It's eh...it's not for kids..."
I checked it out. It may be a bit mature, but it isn't too far gone.
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