This is a memoir in graphic novel form, about one teenage boy's fixation with Playboy magazine. It is a story that rings true. The stages of a teenager's relationship with Playboy magazine went something like this: buying the magazine at the newsstand (embarrassing, especially if the clerk at the register was your mom's age); "studying" the photographic contents of the magazine (furtive! exciting!); the constant fear of getting caught with Playboy in the house (terrifying); getting rid of the magazine at some point due to worry and shame (dispiriting).
Playboy magazine loomed large in the life of teenage boys of a certain era (the early 1950s - early 2000s). As a test, if you have the time, ask any guy who was a teenager at any point during this 50 year period. They will tell you that the obsession with naked ladies was real, and that the place to see what needed to be seen, in the world of naked ladies, was in Playboy magazine.
As time marched on, sadly, Penthouse, Hustler, and internet porn wrecked everything. Playboy, somehow wasn't all about porn, all of the time. It was a cut-above. Sure it was about naked ladies, but it was also about political and celebrity interviews, restaurants, car reviews, new cocktails to try, stereo reviews, and the Little Annie Fanny funny pages. It was about growing up, sorting out yourself, and your place in the world, and figuring out how to meet a lot of naked ladies. 4 Stars. Truth.