Not being a huge fan of comic books anymore, and not being real sympathetic to teenage angst even when I was one, John Porcellino’s Perfect Example is not going over well with me.
Tired of the fuck and shit that after a while comes off as a five year old’s poo-poo, caa-caa, that is, done for sheer effect as if they’d made the words up themselves. Language is a strange thing, in that it is telling not only of place and social status, but of emotional standing as well.
Plodding through it because there are some things here that are worthwhile and it’ll take me a bit to find them.
The Lost Children: A Charity Anthology