the time list of top ten comix of the year is absurd, with the usual cocksucking of indie fucks, failing to realize when the work fails to potential (clowes latest issue of eightball) or has a musty, dull as dishwater, idelogical nostaligia (and by extension sort of white privelge sheen ) (ie seth's clyde fans) or loving those badly xeroxed mid80s, i was young and hip in ny reissues (amy and jordan) while lambasting one of the hardest, most haunting works as "unreadable" -- jimbo in purgatory.

fuck em.

and speaking of fucking em:
http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0801065100/artandlies-20/002-9705777-1340053

(bak to seth--i hate seths work, loathe it--i hate how sad it is, not sad in the depressed sense but sad in the deeply pathetic sense, and how it tries to construct a historical narrative that never really existed--how he wants the 50s, but doesnt want to deal with the socio political implications of the 50s--not that everything has to be so deep but this indie hermeticism, this my pain is more legitmate then your pain, exhaustion---this cratedigger obsession about finding things b/c of there obscurity and not b/c of joy...

fuck seth. )