
Until a few years ago this pretty much summed up adults who read comics to me. Before all Jon's comic-reading friends disown me, I will redeem myself by the end of the post. I was wrong. And yes thinking that is a bit rich from someone who likes buying children's picture books.
As a librarian I didn't really think a lot of the graphic novels we'd get in to entice teenage boys, I just dismissed them as something that wasn't for me. Sure, I'd read most of the Raymond Briggs books (still not read Ethel and Ernest
though), and I think I had a Maid Marian and Her Merry Men
comic book. I liked reading Hugh's Beano
and Broons
books. Not forgetting the years I'd spent reading Bunty, Twinkle, My Little Pony, Barbie, Care Bears and Girl comics. I also collected Alex books for a while.
Then I met Jon and lived happily ever after. Oh, and rethought my stance on comics. As well as being into Japanese animation (had a rethink on that one too), Jon also liked comics. I just ignored them really, and to be honest, I've ignored most of the ones he owns. But a few months into our relationship I got flu and Jon came over to see me with a rescue package. One of the things he brought was the graphic novel Blankets
by Craig Thomson. It was just what I needed, easy to read, good illustrations and made me think - but not too much. Later, when we moved into together, Jon introduced me to Box Office Poison
. It was the sort of novel I liked, only in graphic form. I looked out the follow up
and bought it as a birthday gift for him.
Maybe comics weren't that strange then? We both got into American Elf, which is absolutely brilliant and can sum up human angst in just a few illustrations. We've given the books
as gifts a couple of times. I was obviously wrong to totally dismiss this form of literature.
And then earlier this week the blog of one of my favourite shops/galleries in Edinburgh, The Red Door, posted about the Observer/Cape Graphic Short Story Award. I followed through as the pages posted piqued my interest, and ended up reading a very lovely story by Vivien McDermid. Moral of the story? Careful what you dismiss as 'sad' or 'nerdy', you may just end up enjoying it.
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