This is a gorgeous artifact. Hard cover book with amazing packaging, cover. And inside? Probably the best artwork Tomine has done. Some of us know him through his multiple New Yorker covers, some of them collected in New York Drawings. Elegant. Clearly connected in various ways aesthetically to his friend Chris Ware, whom he can almost match for elegance and tone and precision artistically and thematically.
I loved Tomine's earlier, no less carefully done work, most of it in Summer Blonde, Sleepwalk and Other Stories, and Shortcomings. Since moving from the west coast to the east coast, to New York, Tomine has sort of hit the Comics Big Time. His Scenes from an Impending Marriage was a bestseller, so he is on the City Radar, though I found that one rather light. And okay, less miserable than I had expected (hoped?!), given his track record.
The thing I liked about most of Tomine's work, early on, whether we call it fiction (he does) or autofiction, it seemed to mostly be about himself. His characters are compelling, the drawing is terrific, but his world is cold, his main characters are often rude and self-centered and largely humorless. Not happy. But I read everything of his I could get my hands on it, early on, loving it in spite of this. . . unlikability. Or maybe because of it. He wasn't pandering to create the usual likeable artistic persona. The fact that he is continuously self-deprecating or deprecating characters like himself, that helped with the unlikability factor. That appealed and appeals to me. Felt and feels honest.
This volume collects six stories, all of them bearing the stamp of two principal influences, as far as I can tell: Yoshihiro Tatsume and Chris Ware. There's a darkness in all three of them, a kind of social realism. Or maybe call it social despair. The style of the first five stories is Ware-like. . . (Be-Ware?) (Ware-ish?). Some of the panels seem to be tributes to Ware, his style, though he may not be quite as meticulous. . . . but then, who is?
Ware's Grandma told him to write about normal every day people, which he went and did (good boy, Chris!) in such works as the magnificent Building Stories, and so much else. So Tomine is doing his version of that here, as Tatsume also urges him to do. Working-class people's stories. Slice-of-life. Frailty. Vulnerability. These stories turn outward, to others, to society, rather than inward, to the self. Maybe he has been doing this all the time, I don't know, I haven't read all the Optic Nerve work. But this is a study of the middle-class, middle America, and working-class America.
And my initial reaction is that it is very good storytelling, though at times I thought he was being dismissive and/or condescending to some of these characters. The book jacket says this is Tomine's most "empathetic" work. Maybe it is, but sometimes I thought there was also a touch of his making fun of his middle-class American characters. Is that fair? Let's see. Tatsume might be seen as doing this, too, so maybe there are echoes of that in these stories. A good way to see this move is that he is creating snapshots, but not sentimentalizing.
The first story is "A Brief History of the Art Form known as 'Hortisculpture'" about a landscaper who gets this idea to do ART in the form of sculptured plants working through sculpted forms. Chia Pet sculpture, but larger, you know, topiary, but it's also just what a shaped garden is, enhancing nature. And this guy's work is really awful stuff, and his life and family nearly falls apart because of his pursuit of--his obsession with--this (does it matter that it might be seen by most as "bad"?) art. Empathy? Ridicule? Not sure, but my first reading was the latter; I saw it as satire. Maybe in retrospect it has more empathy in it than I initially gave him credit for.
Maybe it's like Raymond Carver, both sad and empathetic with a dose of humor? I very much like the guy's sad wife, endlessly supportive of her dopey husband. Ultimately he's someone I admire on some level. I thought of guys with chainsaws doing ice sculptures of bears and moose--not to say all that is "bad," of course--it can be technically amazing; I'm just really referring to the all-consuming desire and commitment to do outsider art just for the sake of doing it. Like comics artists toiling away on zines for free, it's art!
The second, "Amber Sweet" is about a woman who is mistaken all the time for a porn star and harassed for it. She meets the porn star, actually. Poignant? Uh, well. She tells the story to a possible romantic partner. . . I liked it fine, it's interesting, but it is not one of the best ones here. I empathize with the woman, a little, though almost no one else does that meets her in the story. It's a small portrait, this one. I liked it better on rereading.
"Go Owls" is about a jerk who meets a lonely woman at AA and they get together. He is a sports fan, fan of the local Owls baseball team, and later in the story he goes to a meeting where he is surprised not just sports fans attend (won't give it away). I am trying to avoid a spoiler here. But in spite of the hopeful beginning, two drunks on the mend finding each other, things turn sour as many of these stories do. Turns out he is abusive, sells pot to kids, has sad laughable sex fantasies he tries to enact. No one would like this guy, but is it a good portrait of the two of them in falling apart lives? I think so. Is Tomine empathetic about this guy? Hell, no, he's scathing about him. But about his sad girlfriend? Definitely. Again I thought of Carver stories of alcoholism and tragic-comic decline (ok, shit show). But imho, it's a powerful portrait even as you dislike the guy.
"Translated, from the Japanese," is the sparest of them, a monologue. I like it the least. Too abstract. Hard to engage with.
"Killing and Dying" is a compelling and (okay, pretty sad) story about a woman dying of cancer, their awkward 14-year-old daughter who wants to do stand-up and improv, and her husband who finds it hard to adequately support either of them. This one, in the final frames, feels fully empathetic to me. Tomine might actually care for this emotionally stunted guy. This one is one of the best; in it we care more for the daughter, who needs every bit of emotional support from her pretty emotionally clueless Dad. At least in the end he is trying. . . I think this is my favorite.
The sixth and last, "Intruders," is a direct tribute to Tatsume; Tomine is largely responsible for introducing him to western audiences, writing introductions, doing interviews with him. The drawing style owes something to Tatsume, for sure, and the tone, the sudden slightly upturned ending. This is another portrait of a sad guy, a loser who has destroyed his life and is drifting (see Tatsume's A Drifting Life), has the key to his old apartment, where he goes during days to eat and hang out. . . but one day he, intruding, himself encounters another intruder and has an altercation with the guy that would appear to change his life. Maybe. Regular people's isolated lives. I loved that encounter.
I would call this empathetic in the way of Tatsume who never romanticizes the poor, who hates a capitalist system that creates poverty, but never excuses his characters for their behavior because of their being down and out. They are both in part a product of a screwed up economic system AND they create their own messes. So it is with Tomine. Maybe that would be his defense of the harsh depictions of the men in so many of these stories. And it's usually the men who are jerks, of course. The women are generally sadly passive victims of these men's assholism. Big surprise, eh?
The more I take a close look at these admirably depressing and yet inspiring stories the more I see Tomine emerging out of the dark worlds of Ware and Tatsume, or merging into theirs with his unique contributions. This second time around I'm thinking of them all in terms of Chekhov as a model. Maybe it is a 4.5 finally. I didn't like a couple of them as much as others, but the best of them are as good as anything out there, without a doubt. And drawn by a master, technically brilliant. One of the best comics works of the year.