I got asked to make a poster for Nineteen Eighty-Four in a similar style to my Catch-22 poster.
My review of 1Q84. There will be bile. And caps lock.
If you haven't heard of 50 Shades of Grey by now, well done. It's obvious you don't use public transport or watch The One Show. I envy you.
I made a pencil crayon poster for the seminal Catch-22 and sent it to a Brighton gift shop.
As I'm sure anyone who's studied literature can tell you, it's very easy to get tunnel vision. Having realised that I was doggedly reading fiction that would be considered 'literary', I decided to branch out a bit. Here's what I've enjoyed recently.
'Graphic novel' is a term used by literary folk who aren't brave enough to admit that they read comic books. That's the top, bottom, middle, and sticky innards of it. They want to be perceived as ‘intellectual’, and are worried that reading comics might ruin their image. The pillocks.
Sadness is something that comic books don't seem to be able to do very well.* Maybe it has a lot to do with the name of the genre, not to mention its newspaper funny page origins. Comics can do most other emotions with depth and feeling, but not sadness. One rare gem which bucks this trend is Jason Aaron's Scalped-- my favourite ongoing comic series.
I spend quite a lot of my time reading comic books, but I never write about them. This is probably out of shame. Despite enjoying them, there's always a niggling voice at the back of my mind. It says: 'for fuck's sake, Liam. You're 23. Start reading more proper books.' But, as I hope to show in this blog, it's unfair to tar all comics with the same brush. To demonstrate this, I'm going to tell you about my favourite comic book.
Nine grand down because I went to university to study English Literature, and I've written about literature twice on this blog. Twice. That means each piece is currently worth around £4500. To get more money's worth out of my degree, I'm today going to write about Cormac McCarthy's No Country for Old Men.
Here is a free short story by my favourite author, Kurt Vonnegut. It is called 2BR02B and is a darkly comic depiction of a world where the ageing process has been stopped in humans. The name comes from the telephone number of a suicide clinic that the characters can call- 2BR02B. Like a mechanised 'to be or not to be', geddit?