I've never been fanatical about comics. A few grabbed my interest in my pre-teen years, but I think that's just because they offered a slightly more explicit exhibition of female anatomy than did She-Ra. Suffice it to say, I would not consider myself particularly in the loop when it comes to comics, or graphic novels for that matter.
Supposedly, I should read Blankets, but I fear my biological window has closed on that opportunity, as I imagine throwing-up all over its saccharine contents. Plus it's a tome! Might as well start in on Hegel's Phenomenology if I'm gonna devote that kind of time (I know, I know, Blankets is mostly pictures...).
I've even managed to elude the Watchmen, which trusted sources tells me is well worth the read (and plenty philosophical).
All that being the case, it's no surprise that this, the most recent effort by artist/illustrator, Robert Crumb (known widely as R. Crumb), fell under my radar. It's a comic book version of Genesis—one that doesn't shy away from the "graphic nature" of the original. This means you can expect to see Eve in all her bare-chested glory, as well as Adam's you-know-whatsy.
Apparently, the removal of the proverbial fig leaf is accompanied with the insertion of a subtle layer of subterfuge on the part of Crumb, as he seems to have upset many conservatives with what they view to be a snide mistreatment of their sacred text.
Whatever his motivations, Crumb succeeds in breathing new life into the age-old fable, giving eyes and ears everywhere a chance to reacquaint themselves with the absurdity of it all. In a way, it bears some resemblances to She-Ra's story.
