I don't know what to say about this, reading it in the year 2020. I am, generally, a fan of Crumb. This, though, is pretty much trash. All of his weird sexual idiosyncrasies are detailed in a way that in this #metoo era (or any era, really) cringe worthy. To be fair, in the introduction, even Crumb talks about how stupid some of it is - but the violence, especially sexual violence, against the cartoon females in this makes it more like looking into a diseased mind rather than an artistic genius outsider poking into the fabric of our ho-hum reality. Anyway - despite this book - I'd still recommend other Crumb books and even one that I really enjoyed finding last year. Things are complicated. People have complicated feelings.