When I first found out about Looking for Calvin and Hobbes (from a BoingBoing post), I knew instantly that it was something that I wanted to get my hands on. Consequently, I pre-ordered the book immediately, and waited over 4 months for it to reach me. I was in the middle of another book that I really wasn't in to, so it was easy for me to quit reading that (Desolation Road, FWIW), and start in on Looking for Calvin and Hobbes.
I approached the book much like I do cupcakes: I was really excited to dig in to it, but I was hesitant because I knew that I'd be done with it before I realized it. It was with that in mind that I began reading, telling myself that I'd pace myself, and enjoy the journey.
And enjoy the journey I did. Martell does a fine job bringing his quest to seek out the man behind Calvin and Hobbes to the pages of the book and before readers' eyes. A quest that, while it may not have gone *exactly* as he wanted it to, still ultimately yielded some incredible results.
Most everyone knows how Watterson pretty much swore off any publicity to an even higher degree after he finished the strip than when he was actually actively drawing it, but what I never really knew much about was how the strip came to be, and Martell gives ample background information on just how Calvin and Hobbes was shaped into the bad-ass comic strip it became. From Watterson's humble beginnings drawing one-off panels for his HS paper, or early (and relatively quick) career as a political cartoonist, looking back and the events leading up to the strip's publishing, and thinking about all that had to happen in order for it to take place, it's a miracle that Calvin and Hobbes even made it to the comics page. But man, what an impact it had on a wide range of people.
Martell also includes many tidbits from interviews he had with a multitude of Watterson's contemporaries, including the artists behind Outpost, Garfield, and a host of others (honestly, I just can't remember all of them!). It was amazing to hear just how many artists had so much respect for Watterson, and how the vast majority of his peers also felt like that they wished Watterson had been just a bit more acknowledging and receptive of their respect and praise. Ultimately though, it becomes apparent as Martell begins to piece together the enigma that is Bill Watterson, that that sort of "static" was really just superfluous to Watterson; he didn't need that to get by, and never set out to garner it in the first place. He was just "born with a pencil in his hand", to paraphrase an interview with someone close to Bill (no spoilers!), and cartooning was what he loved, and he did that - for 10 years, until he decided it wasn't for him anymore, at which point he moved on, and shied away from even coming in contact with anything that reminded him of that.
So, I came away from my reading of this book with a new found respect for Bill Watterson, a respect that I know I didn't have or realize I could have when I was consuming every single Calvin and Hobbes strip and book collection I could get my hands on when I was younger. I got a better sense of why Watterson shunned licensing and merchandising offers, turned down movie deals, and hardly flinched when big names came to him wanting to collaborate. I got a better sense of how Watterson's childhood and formative years (what little is known about them, that is; needless to say, Martell put on his sleuthing hat to ferret out as much as he could) played into what he did with his life after Calvin and Hobbes. And, I got a better sense of what not only his peers, but those closest to him (friends, editor, etc.) had to say about the man who gave us Calvinball, the Transmogrifier, Spaceman Spiff, and countless other morsels of comic-y goodness. I also have respect for Martell, for tackling such a mysterious subject as Bill Watterson, and allowing the reader to live vicariously through him during his journey.
All in all, this book was a wonderful experience, albeit a quick one, that I never felt like was bogged down with filler one bit.
Just like I like my cupcakes.