Saving Grace is a wonderfully precise description of what life has in store for London girls in their twenties in 2016. Namely, a struggle to find a place to live, a half-decent job, a purpose to your life, enough money for a pint, and a casual conversation that would not turn into a festival of misogyny.
I am yet to try house-hunting in London, but I have done it under very similar circumstances in Oxford (recently voted the most unaffordable place to live within the country, hooray), and it has been an absolutely ghastly experience. In her autobiographical graphic novel, Wilson has shown the sad and funny sides of what is familiar to many. Films, friends, parties, travels you cannot quite afford provide a welcome distraction from a job that, inevitably, brings you face to face with discrimination, racism, entitlement, underpaid services, etc. etc. More than a personal memoir, Saving Grace reads as a contemporary portrait of the capital, with its schools, hospitals, pubs, shops, streets, gentrification and ruins, and people.
The narrative has a warm sense of humour and the images remain bright and approachable even when the topics are most difficult or unpleasant. Wilson does not shy away from vignettes casually depicting vomiting or urination, for that, too, is London – as much as is Madame, permanently residing at an opulent hotel with her dog.
Apart from the drawing style, I have enjoyed Saving Grace for its immediacy. This is not a recollection of a past; these are very recent events. In fact, some of them might just happen to you and your friends tomorrow.