My review of Scott Chantler's oldey-timey graphic novel in The Star.
Prepare for a sweeping generalization: most graphic novels are only "for grown-ups" in the same way that Casino Royale was the Bond movie "for grown-ups."
That is, yes... but not very.
Blah blah blah Maus blah blah Seth blah blah Adrian Tomine blah blah Frank Miller blah blah.
At least I finally got to use that Bruce McCall quote, a personal favourite.
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Blah, blah, Alan Moore's pornographic fairy tales, blah blah.
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