Santiago Barrionuevo Barrionuevo itibaren Hersham, Surrey, İngiltere
A comic book without drawings. Appears to have been written in one day (March 8, 1996), takes about 90 minutes to read (maybe 2 hours allowing for some reflection along the way), and delivers laughs. What's not to like? Well, the whole enterprise: the author sat down one day and let his thoughts amble along in writing until evening, when he declared it a book and was done. This fits with the automatic drawing etc. of surrealism and has the same intellectual and emotional weight. And is just as passé. As the author confesses (page 58): "But my mania--to be constantly adding things, episodes, characters, paragraphs, to be constantly veering off course, branching out--is fatal. It must be due to insecurity, fear that the basics are not enough, so I have to keep adding more and more adornment until I achieve a kind of surrealist rococo, which exasperates me more than it does anybody else." Well said--except for maybe the "exasperates me more than it does anybody else" part. Surrealistic rococo isn't bad. But it's just rococo.