I’ve got a short essay in TCJ #300, the last before they burn down and ash up as a new site and biannual book. I wrote it in a flash of great happiness in a borrowed, humid apartment in a small town south of here. I didn’t know it then, but it’s a swan, i.e., my last piece of critical writing on manga & comics for a time, two times and half a time. Noah’s got an excerpt and kind words over at the Hooded Utilitarian. When I decided to step out, I thought I’d write one last essay for my column. Rereading this one, it seems redundant. All I was going to do was point to the books on my shelf I haven’t covered and grouse about a stylish, moronic Maki Kusumoto book to close a loop from my first column anyway.
Which included the phrase, “like an expat Richard Petty.” And I don’t know when Noah got on a Thaipop kick, but I’m not complaining.
I have a lot of changes underway here, including improving the site (yeah, I broke WordPress at 3 am Friday, and had to SQL My-self to fix it, hoho) and adjusting my focus. So drop by now & then to see the changes.
And when in Harrodsburg, visit the Old Owl Tavern for the chicken livers. Best I’ve ever had.