Walter Scott (8) (1985–)

Oh joy. Another satirical graphic novel about art school.

All the usual stuff? Let's see . . .
Angst and self-doubt about the artist's value as an artist.
Mocking evaluations of art and discussions of the value of art in general.
Colorfully weird classmates.
Cranky old teachers.
Personal friendships strained to the point of breaking.
Twisted up romantic relationships.
Substance abuse and related cringeworthy behavior.
Godawful hangovers.
Self-destruction.
Vague and muddled self-realization.

Yeppity, yep, yep, yep. It's all in there.

I was unaware when I asked my library to purchase it due to its appearance on the Publishers Weekly 2020 Graphic Novel Critics Poll that this is the third book in a series, but I doubt reading the first two would really have done much to improve my opinion of this volume.

If this does something for you, be sure to check out the even more wretched Cannonball by Kelsey Wroten. (And see how I managed to unwittingly plagiarize my own review nearly two years down the road. I need to develop a new schtick, apparently. Or stop reading books about art schools.)… (meer)