Anyone who enjoys comics/graphic novels/your name for them here should have a look at this book; it’s always nice to see well-expressed appreciation of what we ourselves love, and this is a nicely done and thoughtful book.

Anyone who doesn’t enjoy comics/etc. should also have a look at this book to gain a good understanding of the people who do.

Wolk has no chip on his shoulder, is not out to defend the medium as inherently respectable or to preach and preach that it is an art form. He just loves comics of all kinds, great, good, and bad, superhero and arty and autobiographical, short-form and multivolume. He has something wise and insightful to say about them all, and even communicated (to me, at least) a new appreciation of some work I’d forgotten (Ed the Happy Clown, a sick nightmare from college days) or have put off as a someday read (Cerebus), as well as of work I, too, love (Alan Moore, Frank Miller, that French guy who did Leviathan).

Hooray!