I thought of Hitchcock's assertion that all film is essentially voyeurism as I read this book. Think of the opening of Psycho--a series of shots honing in on a hotel room window where two people dress after having sex. We go in there! How intrusive, how bad, how fun! In 2013, Fantagraphics published the English translation of Austrian cartoonist Ulli Lust’s graphic memoir, Today is the Last Day of the Rest of Your Life, a huge, nearly 500-page tale of her late teen punk years, where in 1984 she went on the road with a friend after a punk concert and made mistake after mistake, many of them sexual ones, almost leading to the ultimate disaster. My review of that international-award-winning book was perfunctory, curt; I didn't think she could say she learned much about the experience, really, and I thought at the time it was almost a glib, sensationalistic story. I might be wrong, not sure.
I might reread it, though, as this 2019 release of the English translation by Fantragraphics of this second memoir, published originally in 2017, features yet another series of screw-ups that also nearly get her killed, and I liked it. It begins, as Hitchcock suggests, with Lust opening the shades so we can see voyeuristically into her polyamorous life. She was for a time living with Georg, an actor whom she loved and had a strong artistic and intellectual relationship with, but had an unsatisfying sexual relationship with. They agree to stay together and see other people; Lust almost immediately meets Kimata, newly in-country from Nigeria, and they also fall in love, though with more sexual compatibility (and electricity).
Georg is okay with the relationship as it proceeds, but Kimata gets increasingly jealous, needs citizenship to stay there, and eventually seems to require marriage (that's the title reference, how she tried to be a good person). As you may have assumed, things don't ultimately go well, after a seemingly blissful (that is, hot) several months of her being with each of them (well, it's hot with one of them, at least). As with her earlier book, the wild Lust's lust seems to turn from passionate heat to fevered illness to health crisis. Both books could almost be shared with young people as cautionary tales: Here's what NOT to do with your body, kids!
Now why do I like this one better than the first one? Both are great train wreck stories, and it may just be that I am getting to know (and like) her as I. learn more about her, but this book (only little bit shorter, at just under 400-pages) is a better accomplished tale. I like her cartooning, I like her honesty, I like her better. She (re)creates interesting characters. She's certainly not wholly admirable, but she's a basically good and fun and openly sexual person living life according to her own rules, and she is never boring. Okay, okay, maybe it is finally a bit of voyeurism that keeps me in it, as it is pretty "graphic" sexual comix, but I recommend you check it out. Reminds me just a bit of Mimi Pond's tales of her own wild party years, in the seventies, in The Customer is Always Wrong and Over Easy, or Jade Sarson's For the Love of God, Marie! Women that like to have sex and are not ashamed to admit it.