Guy Delisle is just flat out a great cartoonist. He's really by now honed his skills so we can be sure we are in more than capable hands. And I always read everything he does. He wrote sort of travel memoirs early on while traveling with his wife who went to Korea and China for her work, and I didn't think the stories he wrote of those trips were all that compelling to accompany the great art he did on those occasions. And something about his grumpy/cheeky tone bugged me. But I began to warm up to him as he became a parent and made his Bad Parenting cartoon books.
This book is a comics memoir looking back on the time Delisle's worked in a paper mill factory during summers when he was in school, the place where his Dad worked as an engineer (and did some oof his own drawing). The work in the factory is as one would expect pretty boring, and so there's not much to tell, really, and we don't really know why he is telling this story in particular, but he sort of likes some of the work, though he is an outsider, a teenager, a summer guy, not a lifer, and his Dad has an office, so there's separation he feels with other workers. He's an art student, draws when he can, reads books. So this is like the everyday memoirs of Paul in Montreal by Michael Rabagliati, a slice-of-life story about a factory.
But as with his travel memoirs, I ask myself: Why am I reading this? What does he want me to know? The point isn't clear. Is it about his Dad, who also drew stuff? Nope, no reflection about that drawing, nor really about his Dad, who he was distant from and whose office he only visited once one summer. We don't know why he was estranged or who they were as son and father. The ending fast forwards to right after his Dad's death at 89, when Delisle sees his own books on his Dad's shelf, with a pretty flat and distant note to his Dad. . . it's moderately interesting, I guess, but we're left only with questions.
My main interest in the book is in the fact that I alsoworked at a factory, Keebler (cookies, pop tarts, crackers, right) as a college student two summers. My older brother who was an executive got me the job and so like Guy I was an outsider as a summer guy and because of the nepotism of my powerful bro getting me the job, so I never connected with the guys, who took breaks on the roof sometimes and never told me. What did I do every break I got? I read books! So I personally related to Guy's factory story because I had done similar things. And I sometimes tell stories of those summers, but they aren't really worth a book. Guy's book is possibly worth the time because he's a good artist and if you had your own summer work to reflect on.