Sunday, March 06, 2005


I've re-read this thrice in the process of trying to come up with something to say. And each time, I end up sputtering and choking out a laugh at the end. Which is all well and good, but doesn't go very far in the descriptive way.

This is a supernatural love story -- sort of what Ghost might have looked like if Alan Moore had written it. An older man goes about his morning, preparing to visit the grave of his wife. He brings the letters he has written to her, stops for flowers, waves to a boy being led by his mother, cries heartbreakingly at the gravesite, and is watched over by the ghost of his beloved. And then the story tilts on its ear.

Jordan Crane's simple, friendly, open art helps set up the punchline because it completely hides the perverse heart of the tale. There are maybe a dozen words in the entire story and most of those are sound effects -- like a mime or a Noh play, the story is told in gesture and with props, never unclear and, considering that there are two panels per page, there is exquisite pacing.

I don't have my own copy of this book -- and a quick check of Amazon offers up a pair of used copies starting at $105, so I don't anticipate that changing any time soon. Which is a shame. The electronic contact data in the book is out-of-date, so I won't provide it here. Click on the Amazon link above for bibliographic data.


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