Robot 6 recommends Everywhere Antennas and Petty Theft

“A Month of Wednesdays | Two from D+Q, two from NBM” / Comic Book Resources / J. Caleb Mozzocco / June 5, 2014

Everywhere Antennas (Drawn and Quarterly): Julie Delporte’s challenging, emotionally wrenching book comes in the form of a sketch-filled diary, the words all written in cursive with various colored pencils. It reads a bit like a therapy journal made by someone attempting to crawl out of a breakdown, sometimes sliding back as far as she gets out, an impression furthered by the art, which, like the handwritten text, looks so intimate, “corrections” made by redrawing portions on new pieces of paper, which are then taped atop the pages before printing.

There’s such a lack of artifice to the book — unless there’s a high degree of artifice applied to make it seem as if there’s a great lack of artifice — that it really seems like something you’re not supposed to be reading, something you might have found in someone’s apartment, rather than bought in a bookstore. Delporte does tell a story, but it’s fragmentary, with characters who appear and disappear and scenes that don’t necessarily lead to the next.

It would be tempting to think it was a straight diary comic created during a time of mental crisis — the line “coloured pencils … are her favourite antidepressants” in Delporte’s back-page biography indicates that many aspects of the deeply felt contents aren’t completely alien to her — were it not for the specific ailment of our unnamed, perhaps Delporte-like heroine. She suffers from a rare sensitivity to radio waves and electrical auras, so cell phones, televisions, computers, cell phone towers and power lines give her migraines, and she must find a way to divorce herself from the modern world while still trying to live some semblance of a life in it.

It’s effective and affecting, with some really rather lovely art. But, above all else, it’s comics-making as performance art, which in and of itself is kind of astounding.


Petty Theft (Drawn and Quarterly): As with Everywhere Antennas, it’s not crystal clear how much of this comic is autobiography and how much of it is artistic invention, which was the case with Pascal Girard’s previous book Reunion. The main character is a cartoonist named Pascal, but man, the strength of the gags, the unlikely coincidences the too-funny-to-be-real characters encounter, the elaborate but perfectly structured plot — it’s hard to believe anyone’s life is this comic book-ready, even that of a person who makes comics for a living.

In this offbeat comedy with a romance in it — which is not at all the same as a romantic comedy, mind you — Pascal has recently broken up with his longtime girlfriend, and has moved in with his close friend, who’s married and raising a baby. His spare room is getting smaller and smaller, as his ex keeps sending him boxes of his books, and, in the corner, is an enormous bobble-head mask of her face, leftover from a Halloween when the then-happy couple dressed up as one another. Plagued with cartoonists’ block, Pascal decides to go back into the construction business for money, and suffering from a back injury, he’s unable to continue running, the one thing that’s been keeping him sane.

One day in a bookstore, he happens to notice an attractive young lady shoplifting — and one of the books she steals is one of his  (2010′s Bigfoot)! Intrigued, he decides to play amateur detective to find out the identity, whereabouts and motivations of this kleptomaniac who’s been plaguing the neighborhood bookstore, and, if possible, to recover all of the stolen goods. Even if it means having to date her to do so.

Girard tells his story in a perfectly paced, six images-per-page fashion, eschewing borders, so rather than being confined in panels, his “panels” are simply meticulously arranged illustrations separated by what space. The black-and-white art features delicate linework with just a hint of jitteriness to it, and is almost exclusively drawn in a sitcom-like medium shot.

Merely recounting the plot or describing the art doesn’t do the book any justice at all, however. Its greatest virtue is that it’s full of great jokes, and jokes can’t really be described, only told. I’d highly recommend you let Girard tell you his jokes himself.


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