It’s really only the last few years I’ve been getting in to reading graphic novels — especially memoir variety (it’s weird to me that they’re not called graphic memoirs. Oh well). Persepolis was the first I’d ever read, not counting lots of comic strips as a kid, plus Tintin.
Blankets takes the prize for the most amazing art of any I’ve read. The story is simple: boy who isn’t sure what he believes meets girl who isn’t sure she’s all that into him at Christian camp. And the plot…that’s about it, really.
But the the interaction between text and images — and even the white space — really transforms a simple story into something more.
It’s hard to describe, but graphic novels are definitely changing the way I think about the printed page.
Fun Home, by Alison Bechdel. Also a stunning graphic memoir.