Now reading Scott McCloud’s The Sculptor. I was a bit leery of picking up this graphic novel, because McCloud’s Understanding Comics is one of the most boring books I’ve ever tried to read. I can’t quite understand why I bounced off of Understanding Comics so hard, because it contained so much information that I knew nothing about. It was a comic book that illustrated what comics are like and how they work. The problem, though, is that it was too information dense, so that my brain just couldn’t rebelled at all the work it was having to do. Anyway, though, McCloud has the kind of clean lines and representational figures that I tend to like in my graphic novelists, and with The Sculptor, he has also written a book about a sad young artist who is very sad (which is also something I enjoy), so I think this one is going to be good.