A career-spanning collection of short comics by Nate Powell, an artist whose work Iâ€™ve been enjoying since his early-2000s self-published anthology Walkie Talkie. Itâ€™s been terrific to see Powell develop as an artist over the ensuing decade and a half; this book lets us trace a good chunk of that development by drawing stories from his well-known works, as well as some rarities.
What Powell is doing in a lot of these stories is very much autobiographical comics, or thinly veiled autobio in some cases, but the stories donâ€™t bear any of the sad-sack, man-child hallmarks that mark some of the most tedious such comics. Powellâ€™s voice is too self aware, too introspective and critical to allow that.
You may know Powell now from his work on the March series, telling a story of the Civil Rights Movement. Powellâ€™s involvement with justice has always been an appealingly powerful aspect of his work. One great revelation here is a tense, creepy horror story I hadnâ€™t seen before. I believe thereâ€™s more horror coming from him. I canâ€™t wait.