And anyway, try finding a four-room flat for $650 a month in the city these days-one in a building that, in Ware’s surreal inventory, has seen 13,246 light bulbs, 725 roasted turkeys and 158,854 lighted matches-all of which add up, one suspects, to the number of ways in which one can read this puzzling tome.Ī dazzling document, beautifully if most idiosyncratically drawn in this iteration, sure to become a collector’s item, though one that begs for an easier-to-handle trade edition.Ĭartoonist Kuper ( Kafkaesque, 2018, etc.) delivers a graphic-novel adaptation of Joseph Conrad’s literary classic exploring the horror at the center of colonial exploitation.Īs a group of sailors floats on the River Thames in 1899, a particularly adventurous member notes that England was once “one of the dark places of the earth,” referring to the land before the arrival of the Romans. One young woman, for instance, recounts, “There were whole stretches of days where I never even left the house at all.never saw or talked to another human being.I just ordered pizzas, watched TV, and read books.Of course, I went grocery shopping, and a couple of times I walked to the ‘downtown’ of the suburb and ate dinner by myself, just for variety’s sake.” That’s a humdrum existence by any measure-especially the being stuck in the suburbs part-but considering the likely fate of the little honeybee, Branford, who is the hero of one of the little books, it’s not to be dismissed.

One thing is clear: Not many of Ware’s characters are happy, even if they live in buildings that are overstuffed, like this box, with things. How the reader reads these seems not to matter, for the box is like a river, if that’s not too mixed a metaphor, into which one steps where the current seems safest there’s no beginning to it and no end. Each package contains a story set, as the title suggests, in or near a teeming city.

Opening the oversized box that contains the many pieces of this book is a kindred experience: It’s not quite clear what’s inside, save for brightly colored paper in various forms, from foldout poster to ultrathin, small notebook to sturdy hardcover. A treasure trove of graphic artworks-they’re too complex to be called comics-from Ware, master of angst, alienation, sci-fi and the crowded street.Īt 44, Ware ( The Acme Novelty Library, 2005, etc.) is old enough to remember the day when you could stick a few dollars in an envelope, send it off and have a box full of strange goodness come to your door-a mystery box, that is, with puzzles, games, gag items and maybe one or two things worth keeping.

Building stories by chris ware