This is like the worst hits of Eric Stanton. That is the truth.
I read this book only because I am a pervert.
I also recently got into drawing.
I had already seen Crumb. I wanted to see what worse perverts than Crumbs had done.
Here is a man who succumbed to his perversions to make a living. You've got to admire him.
He did not join literary fiction.
"Starting in the late 1960s, Stanton supported himself by self-publishing and distributing his work to a quasi-underground network of subscribers and patrons."
We do not know what true greatness is, because we are not in control of our own thoughts, we simply acknowledge what is generally considered to be greatness.