Select language, opens an overlay

Comment

Mar 26, 2018johnlau_0 rated this title 3.5 out of 5 stars
Dan Clowes is definitely getting old. You can tell because he self-inserts in just about every comic he does. You can see him as a 20-something slacker in "Like a Velvet Glove", you see him as a 30-something detective in "Ice Haven", and you see him again as a 40-something misanthrope in "Death Ray". I mean, it's not totally linear, but his depictions of himself do age as time goes on. He gets wiser and less edgy as he ages in his comics, but what remains is his bitterness and resentment towards his fellow man. I'm glad he's still a misanthrope, because that is honestly the best thing about his writing. No other comic book artist captures the quiet desperation of lost souls down on their luck like Dan Clowes. The frustration, the bitter resentment, and the angst his characters project is still somehow engaging. His books capture true emotion, and that can only be called art.