A few weeks ago, I read a truly unnerving graphic novel called Sabrina, recently published by Drawn & Quarterly. Its quiet spell hasn’t waned yet. Focusing on a man whose girlfriend has ostensibly been murdered, and the fraught aftermath of that awful event, the book plunges the reader into a netherworld of personal isolation, paranoia, and Internet rabbit holes, as Newtown-type denialists seize upon the tragedy. As such, it’s a highly American book, though author Nick Drnaso made clear that […]
When I first moved to NYC, in the fall of 2013, I was twenty-six and adrift. I was mired in a long novel that I’d been working on for years, and I wasn’t sure how to find a place for myself, of any kind, in the city. I was making an effort, but I needed something else and I wasn’t yet sure what that might be.