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Saturday, April 17, 2004

I finally bought a copy of Brooklyn Dreams compilation that J.M. Dematteis and Glenn Barr classic graphic novel about our half-Jew, half-Italian protagonist, Vincent Carl Santini's growing pains in, well, Brooklyn. I already have the first two editions, bought in a small comic bookstore some eight years ago, and none of the next two installments.

I've already scanned the second half of the book, the parts I haven't seen yet and it looks promising. It's such a pity that nobody really takes an interest in this title. Lodged between its better known neighbors like the JLA or Sandman and Superman: The Ultimate Guide books it hasn't got a prayer, it seems. Still, this is a fascinating read and hopefully the writing, lay-outs, and art styles will be of great use for some projects I'm working on right now. Take a gander on these sample words from the comic:
This is the story of what happened to me during my Senior year in high school. Now, everything I'm about to tell you is true, I swear it. But the problem is—I don't really believe that there's any such thing as a "True Story." Perception is limited. Memory is faulty. I think the moment the words come out our mouths, we create something wholly different from the truth we're trying to communicate. A shadow-show of reality. A waking dream, if you will.

Which presents me with a little bit of a problem.

I read a book once ... very strange ... about a man and woman vampires...who meet and fall in love—so one night, the man-vampire tells the woman-vampire his life story... All the pains, all the struggles, all the joys. Then it's the woman's turn. "There's little I actually remember." She tells him; "So I'll weave you lies more accurate than truth."

I remember another book. This old man... He claims to be well over a hundred... Is looking back at his life... Recounting his adventures—and as the story goes along it becomes pretty clear that he's fudging a little bit. Maybe a lot. The old man knows it. The readers know it. So at one point the old man comes at the issue head-on: "Call this memoir fact, fairy tale, or whatever else may give you comfort," he says; "But know that there are moments that remain true under any classification..."

"Moments that remain true under any classification." That's the stuff I'm interested in. So... Here's the deal—you sit back, relax, give me a small chunk of your time—and I'll weave you some lies about my life. Who knows with a little luck—they just might turn out to be true.

It's witty, it's humorous, it's tragic. It has the elements of comedy, drama, philosophy, religion, and life in general. Of course, this book is very much recommended for mature readers only not only because of the deep insights, but also because of the presence of some objectionable words, situations, and art.

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