The trade cover suggests a less white Friends, the first issue's cover a San Francisco Sex And The City, but I was reminded more of a queerer Scott Pilgrim, partly by its tangled romantic webs but more by the way that at the heart of the narrative sits a band with a name right at the edge of plausibility (here Nipslip, whom I'm half-convinced I must have seen play at DIYSFL RIP). Although there's also a band called Wish Me Luxembourg and really, as if anyone would ever name a band after Luxembourg, eh? Still, it lacks Scott Pilgrim's video game superheroics, taking place firmly in the real world, or at least what passes for it in the horny liberal metropolitan bubbles that used to float in a few lucky spots atop it, back before the Event. Sina Grace co-writes with Omar Spahi, and also draws the bits Jenny D Fine doesn't; I don't know how the scripting was divided up, but it certainly felt more propulsive, less inward-looking and paralysed, than I've sometimes found with Grace's solo work. As with the other West Coast millennial comic I read, Snotgirl, I am far too old to know whether it's remotely accurate, but lines like 'That Instagram thot has a pro party pivot if I've ever seen one" are if nothing else entertaining, and certainly the vague lineaments of all the 21st century relationship dramas seem recognisable. Hell, maybe I enjoyed this more than I have past Grace work simply because I'm even nostalgic for those now.
(Edelweiss ARC)