My first graphic novel David Chelsea In Love made it into the the Onion’s A.V. Club autobiographical comics primer this week, along with such heavyweights as R. Crumb, Art Spiegelman, Harvey Pekar and Will Eisner. Since the only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about, I am on balanced pleased to be included, even though what’s written is hardly an unqualified rave and even though the writer (one Sam Adams, presumably not the mayor or the beer) got the name of my main female character wrong (for future reference, it’s “Minnie” not “Millie”). Here’s the relevant section:
David Chelsea is listening to:
The Table Comes First: Family, France, and the Meaning of Food
by Adam Gopnik
“There’s not much to David Chelsea In Love, which is sort of the point. For not quite 200 pages, the Manhattan illustrator tries—and occasionally succeeds—to get a variety of young women to sleep with him, most frequently and most frustratingly the inconstant aspiring actress Millie. Chelsea’s gorgeous thin-line drawings and fluid layouts contrast pointedly with his frequently less-than-admirable behavior, although it’s of a more mundane variety than many of the genre’s practitioners. Chelsea has been focusing his attentions on illustrations and how-to books in the years since, but he left a minor landmark behind him.”
(By the way- best thing about “minor landmark” status: the plaque.)
You can read the entire article here.
Thanks to Jacob Mercy for bringing the piece to my notice.