I loved the first two volumes of this collection in their standalone original form. He crashes literary events he’d never be invited to, he hands out copies of his work to people that would never ask, he takes delusions of grandeur to a whole other level (which is obviously the point of ‘delusions of grandeur’ but then pick another whole level above even that). What’s (even) worse he’s sure that he’s just a poem or a drink away from success. Taking the two names of his literary heroes and going as far as you can go in the wearing your influences on your sleeves department, Van Sciver’s comic anti-hero is a writer that renames himself after John Fante and Charles Bukowski. I’ve recognised myself and many of the writers I’ve either raged against – or been deeply jealous of (or both) as well as several that I’ve simply pitied for a brief moment then forgotten. Along with some ephemera including visual tributes by other graphic novelist artists.įante Bukowski is the only graphic novel I can think of where I’ve loved every minute of it despite reading many of the pages between splayed fingers. Noah Van Sciver’s brilliant satire Fante Bukowski is here collected so we have the standalone volumes one, two and three all in one big book to enjoy.
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