Maybe they’re not literature, exactly, but does that mean they’re valueless?

Martin Rowson says the latest McSweeney’s, the comics issue, is yet another fruitless “sally in that old, old struggle to get comics to be taken seriously and recognised by the adult world in general as ‘respectable'”:

comics aren’t and shouldn’t be respectable. The closest they should come to the adult world is as a kind of foul-mouthed, filthy-minded and grubby adolescence, with adolescents of all ages duly sequestered in that teenage bedroom and, between bouts of what teenagers do, thumbing through thin, flimsy funnies instead of damaging their wrists trying to hold this latest over-weighty, overproduced whinge.

I rather liked it, and I’m no comics aficionado. (Via The Literary Saloon.)


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