Showing posts with label memoir. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memoir. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Review: March, Book One by John Lewis, Andrew Aydin, and Nate Powell

Cover of March, Book One, featuring two black me, one black woman, and one white man seated at a counter. Above them appear a number of marching legs encased in suit pants or 1960s skirts.
Until two hours before I began the first volume, I thought MARCH [Amazon | The Book Depository], was a LITTLE WOMEN spin-off about the girls’ father’s time as a soldier.

In my weak defense, I’d only ever seen the cover in thumnbail form, rendering the people vaguely Civil War-ish. Also, the friends who raved about the book on Twitter are mostly the sort who do like LITTLE WOMEN and/or contemporary works that explore side storylines from classic lit. No one said much as to what the book was actually about; and, as a non-American, I wasn’t familiar with the author's reputation.

As you may have gathered, MARCH is not about Mr March from LITTLE WOMEN. It’s US Congressman John Lewis’s graphic memoir of his work during the Civil Rights Movement.

I might have remained ignorant until the very moment I opened the book (which I read through Scribd; hence the whole no-cover-larger-than-a-thumbnail thing), were I not in the habit of googling each writer and artist whose work I read. I manage my reading to ensure I don’t OD on white creators and/or books that ignore non-white experiences, so googling is an essential step.

Imagine my surprise when a quick search for "John Lewis comics" turned up not a veteran comics writer with a string of original graphic novels (and perhaps the odd superhero title) beneath his Wikipedia widget but a politician.

There had to be a problem with my google-fu. Surely politicians didn’t write comics. Surely all politicians were Very Serious People who dismissed comics as a medium for kids and individuals who refuse to grow up.

Nope. No mistake. John Lewis is a US Congressman, a veteran of the Civil Rights Movement, and the writer of a comic that chronicles his experiences in the 1960s.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Review: A Game For Swallows by Zeina Abirached (translated by Edward Gauvin)

Cover art for A Game of Swallows, featuring a black and white drawing of a large, multi-gender group of adults standing behind two children
In civil war Beirut, it’s safer to leave your children home alone than to take them with you on a mad dash through the war torn city. So when three-year-old Zeina Abirached’s parents visit a relative who lives a few streets away, they leave Zeina and her little brother all by themselves in the tiny foyer that has become the only safe space in the family’s apartment.

The foyer, protected by thick supporting walls, is also the safest place in the entire apartment complex, so the children don't remain alone very long. The neighbors soon join them there to tell stories and share food as they wait out the night.

There’s no point in beating around the bush: A GAME FOR SWALLOWS [Amazon | The Book Depository] is the best book I’ve read so far in 2014. It’s also the most affecting memoir I’ve ever read, and one of my top comics of all time.

I want you to read it, please. Here's why.