this book was more style than substance. i love chip kidd as a designer but as a wrtier, he was more about the looks than the content. i could totally relate to the shenanigans of the first year of art school but the conclusion of the book was poorly planned. i suspect the book was more autobiographical than fictional.

if you went to art school, the vignettes of school life will be familiar and nostalgic. if you didn’t go to art school, i say skip this book as it will probably not make much sense or be very interesting to you.

This is sucking me in. I find the characters and the content more interesting than the prose style, which is a bit pretentious and stilted. But I want to know what happens next, which is really most of what matters.

It’s possible that this will turn out to be brilliant, but for now I’m reserving judgment. I can’t figure out how old the narrative voice is supposed to be, which bothers me.