This was the third indie show of the year—TCAF and SPX were the other two—where I experienced the complete rapture of falling in love with comics all over again for the first time. Love, death, mystery—when the first time happens all over again, you know you’re in the right place. I wasn’t the only one feeling the love.
Tweet The Brooklyn Comics and Graphics Festival this year was, by all accounts, pretty crowded and hot in the main building, but the governing factor was high attendance, and the discussion panels, held at The Knitting Factory, also confirmed the trend. They were highly attended, and for the most part, standing room only. This signals [...]
“How does it feel to be here, surrounded by cats?” The moderator’s already off to an auspicious start, given his (what I believe to have been, given my complete lack of German comprehension) promise not to discuss “why mice, why the holocaust.” It’s the proverbial gorilla in a room full of cats, of course, and while Spiegelman has visited the country a number of times in the past 25 years or so, it seems an odd choice not to discuss it the day before the opening of a retrospective on the cartoonist’s work. And here we are, like clockwork, dipping our toes in the water, the moderator asking how it feels sitting in this room, being, you know, the guy who got famous by writing a comic book about the Holocaust.