(A version of this review appeared, in German, in the Swiss comics journal STRAPAZIN.)
I don’t know where it was —probably at the Small Press Expo in Bethesda, Maryland in the mid-1990’s, at the height of the explosion of the “mini-comics movement” in the United States—but I vividly recall my first meeting with Matt Madden. He was a quiet but intellectually intense young man, sitting at a table selling copies of his mini-comics. What struck me most was his unwavering confidence in comics: after just moments of speaking with him it became powerfully clear that this was a guy who truly BELIEVED in the art of comics. We talked about his latest project (eventually published as BLACK CANDY in 1998), and between some pages he showed me and his pitch, I couldn’t recall ever being so excited to read a book before it had even been finished.
In the almost three decades since, Madden has written himself into the history of comics with that same quiet intensity. He has published graphic novels; served as a comics editor, translator, and critic; taught at the School of Visual Arts; become the US Correspondent of OuBaPo (thanks in part to his comics adaptation of Raymond Queneau); created (with his wife, the cartoonist Jessica Abel) two textbooks on how to make comics.; and done an extended residency at La Maison des auteurs in Angoulême, during which time he was granted a knighthood in the French Ordre des Arts et des Lettres (!).
That’s a heck of a resume, and Madden’s newest book, EX LIBRIS, is to some extent the culmination of all he has done and been. Imagine a locked-room mystery created in comics form by Italo Calvino or Jorge Luis Borges; a story that demonstrates a deep love of the history of comics in the vein of Dylan’s Horrocks’ Hicksville and Marc-Antoine Mathieu’s fascination with the visual language of comics. (Madden slyly credits each author along the way). EX LIBRIS is a celebration of what comics can do that no other medium can, while also telling a poignant story about self-discovery and psychic healing. (Too often conceptual literature or art can come across as hermetic, nourishing the brain and not the spirit; Madden doesn’t fall into that trap.)
If you’re a comics fan you’ll delight in the way Madden channels so many cartoonists who came before him: it’s great fun trying to puzzle out which artists or books he’s referencing as he takes his protagonist through a veritable history of the medium. I counted nods to Dan Clowes, Julie Doucet, George Herriman, Jacques de Loustal, David Mazzuchelli, Frank Miller, Art Spiegelman, Osamu Tezuka, Lynd Ward, and the masters of EC Comics, among others (including, perhaps, Madden’s own earlier work!). On my first reading, I was worried that Madden wouldn’t be able to pull his trick off (in fact, early on his narrator is a bit too heavy-handed—explaining just a bit too much—presumably for the sake of readers not familiar with comics), but by the second half of the book I was in a breathless rush to finish it (the ending is exceedingly clever) and I turned it right over and started again from the beginning.
With EX LIBRIS Matt Madden has added his own classic to the bookshelf of great graphic novels. And if you read this book you may find yourself believing in comics even more truly and deeply.