
However, in contrast to his previous work The Crackle... is an incredibly sensual book. His remarkable use of colour and flowing line-work cast a spell over me that left me enthralled and utterly enamoured. In fact it's almost too much of a feast. If you read the recent comments I posted from Shaun Tan (see here) about the struggle between words and pictures in comic form, you'll appreciate the issue is heightened in this case. When turning a page it's difficult to know where to look despite the uniform layout - my eyes wanted to read the writing but they could barely tear themselves away from the lush illustrations, particularly as the focus of the book isn't so much on sequential art but powerfully expressive images to illuminate the words. But I'm being pedantic - if only I could criticise more books for being too beautiful. What we have is simple story about a complicated journey for one man as told by a master. Extraordinary.
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