I was looking back through the graphic novels and comics I’d picked up in 2009 and realized what a stellar year it was. More on some of the other books later, but for now, I want to finally put down a few thoughts on what is easily (to me) the most memorable release from last year: David Mazzucchelli’s Asterios Polyp.
I remember talking to Matt Kindt at a convention and hearing him gush about the book, and it happened to be just after I had read Batman: Year One (ilustrated by Mazzucchelli) for the first time (I know, pathetic, right?).
Asterios Polyp resonates with me for two main reasons beyond the simple fact that it is very, very good. First, it marks a crucial point in the development of comics as an art form. Just as the medium is gaining mainstream appreciation, Asterios Polyp comes along and pushes our conception of what a graphic novel can be to a new level.
Mazzucchelli uses everything that makes up a comic — words, illustrations, color and even the book design (that dust jacket above is one of my favorites of all time) — to reinforce the ideas and themes of the work. It seems like a simple and obvious way to approach a project, but it’s rare to see such a singular vision, especially in comics.
For good analysis of the book, I recommend Douglas Wolk’s review in the New York Times and Scott McCloud’s post.
The second thing of note about Asterios Polyp is that, for a book that, to paraphrase Wolk, uses style as plot, the book actually has a good story. “Indie” graphic novels written by artists often sacrifice story for the sake of art. Mazzucchelli has put together an odd story, to be certain, but one that has clearly defined characters, clean story beats and an enjoyable plot. It’s a strange book, in that it is simultaneously massively pretentious and completely unpretentious. (Lest I sound rude, I’m using the second definition of pretentious.)
I do have one criticism of the book, and it was reinforced when I loaned it to a novelist friend. He raved about the book, but admitted to being put off by the ending. I won’t spoil it beyond saying the end is sudden, unsatisfying and comes out of the blue (literally, I suppose). There is an Act of God symmetry between the book’s opening and concluding pages, but it’s disappointing to have such a good story hit the brakes in that way, leaving so much without a hint of resolution.
“It doesn’t really conclude anything. It just ends,” my friend said.
“It doesn’t even end. It just stops,” I answered.
Despite that, Asterios Polyp really is a great book and one I’m sure I’ll read again and again in the years to come.