Comic book, 2009

Boy. If ever a cover gave you a poor sense of what a book was like, that book is Stitches. A quick flip through won’t do you much good either. The illustration style is light and airy. It almost feels like a sketchbook, with it’s low level of detail and large amounts of white space. It isn’t until you get 100 or so pages in that you find out that this is a tight fucking book. That every look on every character’s angry, frustrated face contains the entire novel within it. It’s the story of a fourteen year-old boy who isn’t told that he has cancer, even after he loses his voice to it. So yeah, get ready to feel shitty. And it’s autobiographical, in case you weren’t getting punched hard enough. But it feels… okay. The story is told from a calm and rational place. It almost feels clinical, but by the time you get to the end you realize that the disposition is saying “It’s okay. These are the things that happened. It was tough, but I’m okay now.” It’s hard to believe that the author was able to come to terms with growing up in a household that was so repressed that they didn’t even tell their own son he had cancer, but by the end of the 300 plus pages of the book you’ve seen it clear as day. 4

One Comment on “Stitches”

  1. Mark says:

    I liked this. I ended up reading it in about two sittings. David's faces were the best.

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