I’m a Virgin.
Yes, it’s my
first time.
I’m reading
my first “graphic novel” or memoir in this case. She (the author) calls it a travelogue but I
still reserve that term for those 3-minute “News-of-the-World” films shown in
between double features at the cinemas of my younger days [40’s & 50’s].
For those of you who still
remain virginal, this type of writing combines some graphics along with the writing
of a tale, an episode, or whatever. I
still think of it as what my daughter [now 48] still calls a blog. That’s a sprinkling of photographs along with
a narrative description of a scene or adventure. My daughter’s adventures, and blogs, have
always been what every grandparent wishes for, a notch more adventuress than
those of her parents.
The author, Lucy
Knisley in this case, thinks of herself as a cartoonist. So she has moved the line forward to
communicate the story almost equally between words and pictures: in her case
the pictures are cartoon cels that, as they say, contain a thousand words.
Obviously
this is hard to communicate with just words, so I will add in a picture from
the middle of the book.
No one in the greater
family wants to deal with Grandma & Grandpa who wished, in their 90’s, to
go on a cruise. Their grand-daughter said,
“I’ll take them,” and thus the short story.
It will make you cry, young
or old. And it’s only 150 small pages,
mostly pictures.
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