I am probably the only person on the planet who thought Thompson’s Blankets was “just alright.” It’s not that I thought it was particularly bad, but given the immense hype surrounding the title, by the time I ended up with a copy in my hands I felt instead that I was reading a book going through the motions of events similar to those that all of us have lived at one point or another as opposed to something truly special. I’m going to give it a shot anyway, after the cut.
The reason for that is quite simple: this book is so monumentally impressive, writing about it seems like a task beyond daunting. It might seem odd to you, dear reader, that this column that celebrates the smaller press and non-capes and tights related books has not yet discussed Craig Thompson’s latest effort, Habibi - especially after the original version of this column so heartily celebrated his last major effort, Blankets (back when this was just written by David and no one else).
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