2008-09-21

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2008-09-21 12:12 pm

bookblogging

I have to post once a week on a discussion board for my not-really-cataloging class; the first week, I posted about the weird, fragmentary way graphic novels get classified and shelved in public libraries. I also posted about having retagged hundreds of back entries in this journal once I started focusing so much on reading graphic novels. The professor now knows me as "Margaret, who likes graphic novels." I should have mentioned that I tag food related posts with "101 things to stuff with goat cheese," and all poetry related posts with "april is national poetry month."


Graphic novels:

Kelso, Megan: The Squirrel Mother Stories.

Campbell, Eddie: The Fate of the Artist.

Sala, Richard: The Grave Robber's Daughter.

Giardino, Vittorio: No Pasaran! vol. 1
(ComicsLit. I was thinking that this was the shortest damn spy story I'd ever read until I got the end and realized it was only volume 1. The spine tag covered that bit up, and I had no idea when I started it wasn't a complete work).

Kuper, Peter: Speechless
(not actually a graphic novel, but an artbook and collection of sketches. Kuper impresses me even more now than he did before; he's quite a stunning artist, with a fiery political spirit. I had no idea how prolific his work was, but after looking at the magazine cover selections, I realized I must have seen his work dozens of times before I picked up Sticks and Stones).


Manga:

Kanari Yozaburo, story, Sato Fumiya, art: Kindaichi Case Files: Kindaichi the Killer Part 1, Kindaichi Case Files; Kindaichi the Killer Part 2
(I think I have the answer to the Saki #2 question. A slightly more inclusive character guide at the beginning of these books would have eliminated the question, though.

Damn, I love Akechi. I'm inclined to think he never seriously thought Kindaichi was guilty, but was just running with it because Akechi loves fucking with Kindaichi).