One of the mice shouts back to the group: “Last one to the schoolyard is a rotten egg!” The narrator—Artie, one of the mice—breaks a roller skate and his friends roll away without him. Across his career—from the experimental underground comix of the 1970s to his boundary-pushing work in RAW magazine and his later reflexive essays and illustrated covers—Spiegelman has consistently interrogated the possibilities and limits of the comics form with those of autobiography and memoir. Neither resolutely fiction or nonfiction, film or novel, the comic is a special genre in itself, one that Spiegelman once called “time turned into space, a perfect container for memory.” The same pen that writes the dialogue and narration also constructs the images that we see, as if word and image were flipsides of the same wobbly, inky line.
Author: Diana Chan
Published at: 2025-05-06 21:31:18
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