Wednesday, June 12, 2002

I had a disgusting relapse into consumerism yesterday, and like all addicts, I'm revelling in the insane depths of my fixation. The funky toys from, the alternate comix without rival in the art department. I got the MOST fantistic graphic novel, Wthe Whore, turns out it's a translation from German, although the awkward, found poetry of the spare narration could be taken for deliberate surrealism by an English writer. The pictures are fantastic, none of the usual comic book slickness, just penciled drawings with the deliberation of a psychotically lonely teenage girl.

Uggh. I just realized the lobster story below is pretty much a bad summary of "Lost in the Funhouse" by Barth.

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