Just finished reading another graphic novel. Took about 2 hours to read, which seems about right. Rushed through the ending a little bit as I had to pee, but whatever. My ex-girlfriend when she was still my girlfriend lent it to me as it is her favorite book. I can see why, as the heroine shares more than an uncanny resemblance to her, at least as far as looks go anyway.
It was very funny, very touching. The artwork was amazing and the whole book was extremely cinematic, especially all the “sound effects.” There was good pacing throughout, good character development- when it was cliché it basked in its clicheness, enjoyed it fully. I can understand after reading this why “tongue-in-cheek” stuff can be fun and appealing- if it also depends on likable and believable character situations. I thought I would hate the “nerd revenge fantasy/happy ending to Columbine” ending but it worked for me.
Subjectively? This book made me feel old. It captured perfectly what it’s like to be a teenager in blah-burg America. I have difficulty nowadays empathizing with fanboy youth culture- as the $$$ rolling in from the million comic book movies show, they are really no longer even “subversive” consumerist, and I have come (or perhaps have always hated) the trite Tromafied idea of mad fat Christian slobbos with pitchforks burning comic books. How morally superior can you get? Showing the rest of the world to be ignorant squares has always disgusted me, and this book bestows an almost Ayn Rand-like elitist saintliness to the protagonists. But is such entitlement, of moral and intellectual superiority, what being an “outsider” teenager in America is like? You bet.
And this book made me feel old. When you are young, it is easy to rebel against “society,” to “stick it to the man” in whatever form he/she/it takes. There is school. There are your parents. There are your peers, etc. When you get older, it becomes harder. There is no “society” anymore. There is no “establishment/machine” to stick it to. I grew up sticking it to the man until about halfway through college, when things became more complicated than that. If you continue trying to stick it to the man after a certain age, it becomes really sort of pathetic: witness me, who has dropped out of society. Who am I “sticking it to” but myself?
And again subjectively I can understand why my ex-girlfriend would love this book, and I projected a great deal of her into the story. Part of our troubles was she wanted to get to the fanboy inside of me, but the fanboy inside of me died a couple years ago. Which really really sucks, because we would’ve been perfect for each other in high school, or college.
Sometimes I feel it’s lame that I still think I’m at the age where I have time to worry about things like this.
Great book overall!
Have to remember not to return this one to the library!