By Chris Ware
Fantagraphics, NZ$63 | Reviewed by David Levinson

SEEMS like this might be another one of those conversational mirror-checks best saved for party situations: Casually name-drop the title and you're certain to get a response concerning just how awesome it is, delivered with a steely matter-of-factness that makes it feel like you're exchanging secret handshakes or something. Which is a pretty fucking fair analogy considering the only way it even managed to smear my pop cult radar in the end was through accidentally stumbling across its inclusion in a 2002 Biennale catalogue. I try not to live my life in a bubble, but seems I must be if something so tailor-made to the more emotionally unthreaded side of me has managed to play sitting duck for the past three years.