Black HoleCharles Burns
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|publish date||Jan 8, 2008|
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Charles Burns brings the disease and depravity up a notch here.
When I first looked upon this book, I was repulsed by it. The black and white seemed impenetrable, and the pictures made me feel strange. 9 months later, after finishing Skin Deep (another book by the same author), and enjoying it, finding that it did not lack humanity in the same way I had previously imagined, I Picked up Black Hole again, and burned through it in a matter of hours. It felt good. Moments of real Realness, and a newfound enjoyment of Burns’ drawing style and creepiness.
This book really creeped me out! All of Burns’ drawings are so precise and simple that I felt as if I’d been sucked into a black and white horror film; all of his characters are painfully apathetic as a terrifying yet completely preventable sexually transmitted disease ravages their community and deforms them. It’s like watching a slow motion train wreck, and it’s entirely repulsive yet extremely engrossing.
Sometimes I say ‘Black Hole is my favorite graphic novel.’
I remember thinking of ‘Black Hole’ as a quintessential graphic novel of [something regarding young adulthood, high school, post-high school, and related bodily/mental/life changes].
The first time I read this I was ‘very stoned’ and ‘hiding’ in my room at my mother’s house.
At first I thought this book was about Space and shit. Then I took a closer look and was like, “WHAAAAAAAAT!” Its Dah best DOOD!
This book is one of the scariest books I ever read. I never finished it.
WARNING: BODY HORROR: like gaping holes appearing in people’s backs and things.
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