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Until We Meet Again graphic memoir review

Until We Meet Again. Lily Kim Qian. First Second. 224pp. Hardcover $25.99.

Review by Lara Boyle

Lily Kim Qian’s debut graphic memoir Until We Meet Again, published by First Second  chronicles the cartoonist’s struggles and search for home amid a tumultuous childhood lived between Canada and China. There’s a classic saying in Creative Writing about storytelling that goes like this: there are only two kinds of stories: 1) a protagonist goes on a journey, 2) a stranger comes to town. This formally innovative graphic memoir features the first kind of narrative, one where Qian’s coming-of-age odyssey, which becomes both internal and external, shapes her lifelong search for her identity and her place in the world, a compelling quest many will relate to.

The plot is structured in nonlinear fragments, a comic formally built much like a traditional braided essay, where multiple threads are at work to bind the narrative together. There’s the thread of Lily Kim Qian’s heritage, the thread of her childhood, the thread of her father, and the thread of her mother, who struggles with mental health and frequently disappears.  Lily Kim Qian herself is the biggest driving force behind the whole book, however, the character we’re most emotionally invested in and engaged with, the person we’re rooting for to succeed.

Qian’s willingness to approach the stories of her parents with nuance and complexity will be appreciated by her audience. She succeeds in giving them equal weight in the story of her life and views their impact from a balanced perspective. Rather than blame them or only depict a singular version of her parents, she looks at them as individual human beings from a place of empathy, and sees the good alongside the bad, instead of giving into the temptation to view the situation through a black and white lens. About her mother, she writes on page 35, “I could tell she was trying, desperately, to be a mother. But she didn’t know how. Everything just felt off.”

Qian’s art is playful and bouncy, the texture of the brushstrokes, though digital, often reminded me of clouds. The style is more abstract than literal, more lyric and metaphoric than realist. Lily Kim Qian isn’t afraid to challenge the conventions of the comic form in Until We Meet Again. Her visual language depicts her inability to feel at home anywhere she travels, as well as her longing for a more concrete family unit, or a desire for a connection to her culture.  In one scene, Qian writes that her mother “reappeared like a cyclone that could never be predicted.”

At a foreboding threshold.

Against a black backdrop, she depicts two panels. In one large square, three faceless people face each other in a threshold. A woman in a green jacket holding an orange bag opens a door through a light blue hallway. She has one foot up, the other grounded, a small detail which emphasizes how uneven her presence in her daughter’s life is. Up ahead, a father and his daughter stand waiting for her. All the while, streaks of color cut through them all like daggers. They continue in the bottom panel of her smiling, the eyes not shown, her expression unpredictable. The lines cutting through everything provide a feeling of imminent danger. Though actions are depicted in the panels, the scene is nontraditional and works because it emphasizes what is occurring without a need for dialogue or traditional sequences. The body language and abstraction does more work in a page than perhaps several could accomplish.

Throughout the graphic memoir, food becomes central to the author’s experiences. Her drawings of various meals, from dumplings to eggs to soup, are characters in themselves, each bowl an unspoken act of connection between parent and child, between home and family, between herself and her ancestral roots. There’s also a nice contrast in the drawings of urban life versus the natural world, not to mention Toronto versus Shanghai, illustrating how disorienting the shift from one to another had been for the author, who never quite felt she belonged in either.

On the move.

 Her color palette is light and full of childlike wonder and hope, the whimsical pastels soft on the eye and evoking a sense of calm and peace even when the protagonist’s life feels chaotic and unstable. Her choice of peach, baby blue, lavender, lilac, green, white and yellow, create a natural narrative rhythm and move the audience seamlessly from one person or place to another, carrying readers from scene to scene as if in a dream. The cartoonist’s use of color to fill a whole page sometimes adds to the emotional dysregulation experienced by the speaker; on the other hand, white space and black space are alternatively used to keep us at a distance from the subject matter or make us feel wholly consumed by the absence of a key mother figure in the narrator’s life. The pages appear to be structured based on the central emotion or experience the cartoonist hopes to convey, Qian utilizes the panel the way a poet employs a line break, waiting for the right moment to enlist the volta, or the turn in a poem. The bubbly, aesthetic, pencil-like font further adds to the authenticity of the autobio comic. We feel Lily Kim Qian’s hand at work.

For Lily Kim Qian, forgiveness eventually morphs into a meaningful step toward healing. At the end of this nonlinear, fragmented coming-of-age narrative, the author writes “Eventually, it felt like something was unraveling. The string connecting me to the mass of confusion that I saw as myself.” (208.) In Until We Meet Again, Lily Kim Qian unravels her identity through the places and people that raised her in order to figure out who she is in the present moment via  a visual language brimming with creativity and love for her family. As she meanders through memory and questions her relationship to language and culture, she turns inward to find a home in herself. Readers will be delighted to follow Lily Kim Qian while she maps her journey toward self-acceptance in her heartfelt graphic memoir, Until We Meet Again, published by First Second.

Lara Boyle is a writer and cartoonist with an MFA in Creative Nonfiction from the University of North Carolina at Wilmington. She has bylines at Solrad, Broken Frontier and Southern Review of Books. Boyle is currently working on a graphic memoir.

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WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE: Dying For Attention by Susan MacLeod review – a Graphic Memoir of Nursing Home Care

Dying For Attention: A Graphic Memoir of Nursing Home Care. Susan MacLeod. Conundrum Press. Quebec. 2021. 184pp. $20

Attention all hipsters, know-it-alls, and the like: We are all growing old and will die. Yes, it’s as simple as that. Now, a book like this may inspire utter dismissal by some self-appointed taste-makers and aspiring trend-setters, but the book I present to you is, without a doubt, a book anyone will benefit from and, yes, it is a worthy book to anyone who cherishes what the comics medium is capable of. Yep, that’s one of the driving forces for what I’m all about, sharing with you comics that are really worth a hoot. One way or another, we are all going to die. It’s the ultimate equalizer. If we care about social justice, then we must care about issues related to aging.

Sorry, Charlie, but nobody gets out of here alive. If you truly appreciated that, what a world this could be!

Aging is somebody else’s problem until it’s not. Parents in need of care can become an abstraction; a project that needs to eventually be confronted. All the while, we seem to forget that we’re all going to die. That reality should humble us. Susan MacLeod has created a book that answers a lot of questions through words and pictures on nursing home care by way of her involvement in the industry and her own personal experience with her mother and the long-term care system. MacLeod’s hand-drawn cartoons bring life and levity to this serious subject and even offer hope.

MacLeod’s approach is part whimsical James Thurber, mystical John Porcellino, and part concise reportage via sketchnoting: brief drawings and text that get to the point fast. It is a hybrid of graphic memoir and the emerging genre known as Graphic Medicine, comics focusing on medical issues. I offer up the term, personal Graphic Medicine. In the hands of MacLeod, it all adds up to an immersive and informative experience. The narrative kicks into gear with brutal honesty as MacLeod paints a picture of growing up in a highly dysfunctional family. As a child, she felt so marginalized by her parents that her way of coping was to repeatedly beat up her little brother. While the image of a big sister slugging her smaller sibling is a classic comics trope, the reality of such an exchange is dark to put it mildly. MacLeod acknowledges this and doubles down by showing how this messed up dynamic has haunted her to the present day. To her credit, she follows this line of inquiry to illustrate the potential challenges that can face a family navigating the labyrinthine world of assisted-living with its myriad of limitations. It requires real determination and a united family front certainly helps.

The title of the book, Dying for Attention, speaks not only to the ongoing struggle of elders to be heard amid bureaucracy but to MacLeod’s own journey to find a voice. Going back to when MacLeod was a child, she had a passion for drawing that was repeatedly discouraged by her mother. Drawing was her outlet, within a dysfunctional family, and she never let it go. Back then, she managed to gain attention through bad behavior which resulted in the wrong kind of attention, like her father slapping her across the face. Fast forward to the present, MacLeod is modest about her comics, as she shares in the book’s acknowledgements page. But the fact is that many authorities in comics support this book, including The Center for Cartoon Studies and various notable creatives, like comic artist Colleen MacIsaac. MacLeod’s work has a deceptively simple vibe to it, akin to the energy in a doodle. However, it’s one thing to doodle and quite another, as MacLeod does, to sustain an offbeat style. Add to that a compelling need to create. It was only after her mother’s death at 99, after a nine-year journey with her mom and nursing home care, that MacLeod reached back to her fine arts background (yes, she did end up going to art school) and set out to share her story with words and pictures. She wanted a format that would allow her to share such a heavy subject with a certain amount of levity.

Doodles are complex: enlisted as anti-art tools (look up Sunni Brown); or part of an artist’s palette. MacLeod spikes her doodle-like style, loads it and mixes it. The results are in her pacing and flourishes: the way she hurls a character through space; or the way she evokes transition. So, it is within this relatively simple, or accessible, style, that MacLeod masterfully boils down facts and insights gathered from books, her own interviews, and her own experience in the trenches. Her career was in public relations for the Canadian Health Department where she learned the hard way that spin is everything. She endured the wrath of the government when she dared to include in a public statement that there’s a waiting period of at least six months for elders seeking public nursing home care. In the meantime, they are kept in hospital, where they are less than welcome, known as “bed blockers.” MacLeod comes back to this term in her narrative, fully aware of its visceral effect, putting her skills in using concise language to good use. That is MacLeod’s appeal for me. It’s not bravura drawing skills. And, let’s be honest, skills are only part of it. Moomin, for example, is not an incredible work of art, per se, and yet there’s something endearing, worth staying with. I think MacLeod not only has her heart in the right place but she demonstrates to me a genuine need to share what she knows and make it compelling and accessible. While some cartoonists inspire suspicion in me, I don’t get that from MacLeod.

It’s actually not an easy thing to draw in an easy style. People often think they can completely lean into an easy style and just sleepwalk their way through. It doesn’t work that way. Pitfalls range from generic mush to a style that is too slick and formulaic. I don’t want to put too fine a point on it but I think MacLeod’s determination and sincerity serve her well with a style that has integrity. It’s a simple comic strip vibe punctuated with a heightened sense of whimsy here or a smart hint of perspective there. On one page, for example, one panel sums up denial quite aptly: MacLeod is racing up a flight of stairs pulling her frail and disoriented mother along behind her, who is flying like a rag doll. It’s not a “great” drawing and yet it is real and it is memorable.

MacLeod’s most ambitious motif has to do with the notorious call bell, which demonstrates the ongoing struggle her mother was having in alerting the nursing home front office about her needs. First, her little buzzer, the call bell, kept being placed out of her reach. Later, it became obvious that the staff was avoiding her buzzing. For MacLeod, this became a game of trying to figure out the nursing home culture. All this avoidance of buzzers was taking its toll on the quality of life of both residents and staff. Spoiler alert: MacLeod does find a way out of this mess. She discovers a technique which has staff regularly ask residents about their needs. By the time MacLeod is wrapping up her book, she switches from depicting her mother as a cartoon character to a more realistic rendering. The very last drawing is of her dead mother with one hand as if frozen in time, as if holding a call bell.

Keeping a tally of all the slights and missteps she must endure, MacLeod provides an uncanny report from the nursing home front lines. No curt or rude remark goes unnoticed. Each is duly noted and followed by the recurring question, Who taught this person this is the way to respond? No wrongful act goes unnoticed. For instance, when MacLeod discovers her mother’s soiled underwear in her mother’s hospital closet. This leads to a page in the book devoted to a chart that follows the chain of events. Apparently, it all comes down to a recurring problem: a breakdown in communication. And, finally, no problem-solving conversation goes unnoticed. Whether based on various meetings with small groups or interviews with experts, MacLeod consistently mines for golden bits of wisdom. For example, a popular refrain from politicians is to gut public funding for administrators when, in fact, it is going to take funds to attract the best administrators to tackle systemic problems and make sound public policy.

We don’t die in vain when we value life!

In lieu of any all-encompassing solutions, the answers to how to deal with a parent in a nursing home come right back to the child. MacLeod learned the hard way that it takes every inch of self-awareness one can muster to see it through. MacLeod’s mother wasn’t going to change and suddenly become more affectionate. MacLeod’s brother wasn’t going to change and suddenly become more cooperative. And all the other factors in the world that one could blame, from the patriarchy to ageism, they weren’t going to change suddenly either. In the end, MacLeod had to rely upon herself first in order to move forward.

MacLeod’s book is going to help many readers in search of a better understanding of what’s involved when a parent needs nursing home care. It’s not an easy process and it never really ends. In broader terms, MacLeod’s book offers insights into the search for wellness in general through self-discovery and an appreciation of what it takes to live a worthwhile life.

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Review: I WAS THEIR AMERICAN DREAM by Malaka Gharib

I Was Their American Dream by Malaka Gharib

I juggle a lot of things. I read a lot of comics, I work on my own comics, and sometimes I’ll get into a zone as I read a comic and not even think of the intended readership. I kid you not, I will read comics that are probably most likely meant for a younger reader and think nothing of it as it fully resonates with me as an adult. That is the case with the current book on my radar, I Was Their American Dream, a graphic memoir by Malaka Gharib, published by Clarkson Potter, an imprint of Penguin Random House. This is a delightful read that falls neatly into an all ages category. I sincerely believe that an adult would enjoy this book just as much as a middle school student. With a sincere approach, this graphic memoir will bring to mind Persepolis but it is absolutely on its own quirky wavelength.

This is an immigrant’s story. And I don’t think we will ever have enough of these kind of stories as each is different and unique in its own way. In an ideal world, I think we would all tell our stories of growing up in some sort of graphic memoir. That said, a book like this does not write itself either. Ms. Gharib presents a wonderfully easygoing narrative that makes it all look easy: very conversational prose with an inviting simple and direct drawing style.

Page excerpt from I Was Their American Dream

We are invited to join Gharib in a tale that takes us to the Philippines (mom’s side of family), to Egypt (dad’s side of family), and then makes it way to California. But our journey has only begun. Malaka Gharib comes of age as a mixed race child in a strange land–but things don’t have to be so strange with a little bit of heart, courage, and a wonderful sense of humor. This absolutely speaks to me as a mixed race person. In my case: Anglo on my dad’s side; Mexican on my mom’s side. Gharib has so much to say that anyone can relate to. For example, Gharib brings up the classic question people like to ask someone of mixed race: “What Are You?” It is a question that depends so much on context and tone. It can come from legitimate heart-felt curiosity. It can also be perceived as adding up to an insult or slight. “What Are You?” Indeed. Now, there’s quite a loaded question.

Given the overall tone to this book, how Ms. Gharib is writing with an intended younger readership, I think it’s still valid to say this is fun for any age. As, I’m sure Gharib would agree, there’s something about the quirky content that fits in so well with alternative comics. It’s no surprise to me to find here in her book that Gharib shares numerous happy memories of being involved in the alt-comics/zine scene. That activity has led to Gharib becoming an artist and journalist at NPR. She is the founder of The Runcible Spoon food zine and the cofounder of the D.C. Art Book Fair. That DIY/indie community gets in your blood and can guide, encourage, and inform an artist’s work for a lifetime. It can result in compelling work like this book!

Page excerpt from I Was Their American Dream

I Was Their American Dream is a 160-page trade paperback, fully illustrated, published by Clarkson Potter and available as of April 30, 2019. For more details, and how to purchase, visit Penguin Random House here.

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