I have always loved and admired the style of Crumb's illustration, though I admittedly never really connected with a lot of the content of what is often considered his classics--save for the adaptations of other people's writing or his illustrating for Pekar, etc. I attribute this to how of-the-time a majority of the Crumb-authored work is. I'm sure if I was living then, it would have smashed my head open the way it did for many of the authors/artists whose work exists in his shadow (and whose work I do connect with).
That being said, I think this is the closest thing to a genuine immediate connection that I have ever experienced with his subject matter. As a thirty-something, Tales of Paranoia feels like a reaction to what is now MY world and I can now more easily feel what someone my age might have felt fifty years ago seeing the first of his first Underground Comix emerging into the world rather than just understanding it in a purely intellectual or historical way. Of course, this is not to say I AGREE with all of what he is exploring or insinuating but I definitely think we should be talking about it more than the current socio-cultural-political environment deigns to be acceptable.
Crumb comes across as bright, thoughtful, anxious, self-aware, paranoid (duh), and lonely. He is voicing an alternative perspective to the mainstream informed by his research into the questionable science, politics, and bureaucracy of this century of American humiliation. And, for the most part, it works really well. Some of it is funny, much of it isn't, all of it is beautifully illustrated. There are A LOT of words in this slim comic and some of the pieces are a little samey. You do walk away feeling a little bad for the old coot and more-so, if you are a thoughtful person with a mordant intellect, you walk away worrying that in fifty years you might fade into the same shaky paranoid shell that Crumb so brilliant self-portrays in his illustrations.
Regardless, even if you pick up this book for no other reason than to gawk at the amazing line and shadow work, or the grotesque faces and bodies, or the brilliant page layouts, there is still something to appreciate and learn. After all, genius is still genius even if you don't always get it or agree with it. We can only hope there's more to come and that it doesn't take a quarter century to arrive (if we have that long).
Read in the first printing of the beautiful Fantagraphics single issue.