Autobiographical comics generally fall into one of two categories: brutally honest tales of overcoming obstacles or gently nostalgic ruminations on the simple, innocent pleasures of life. The former style has yielded remarkable books like “Stitches” by David Small and “Fun Home” by Alison Bechdel while the latter has been perfected by John Porcellino with his influential “King-Cat Comix & Stories” zine. Though it often deals with some startling and difficult events, “Missouri Boy” by Leland Myrick falls much more on the gentle side of the autobiographical fence, metaphorically-speaking. Tender, poetic, and melancholy, “Missouri Boy” demonstrates that a whisper can be just as powerful as a scream.
Told in a series of very brief, almost haiku-like chapters, “Missouri Boy” deals with Myrick’s traumatic memories (an older brother sent to prison for his role in a bank robbery, being urinated on by a gang of so-called friends, etc.) in a remarkably sepia-toned manner. Not literally. His artwork is bright and lively, very reminiscent of Megan Kelso’s comics, but there’s a hazy warmth in his panels. His unfussy art occupies a very happy medium between the clean but highly detailed comics of an artist like Craig Thompson and the Zen pencils of a minimalist like the granddaddy himself, John Porcellino. Each story has a dreamy quality but Myrick has a great sense for including just the right details to keep his work grounded in reality.
Deeply personal in its stories but universal in its themes, “Missouri Boy” is a gem of a comic. Myrick’s work may not be as immediately recognizable as some of his peers but I highly recommend seeking out his comics. You won’t be sorry.