Art Spiegelman’s Maus (1987)

just finished reading “maus” – it’s unlike anything i’ve ever read. a story within a story, with past and present interwoven seamlessly into one visually rich narrative, the staggering, meticulous work that went into creating a highly compact graphic novel (it took 8 years to complete) but then the accessibility of its form, its brutal honesty (spiegelman is interested in a personal search for truth, not myth-making), and its undeniable intelligence and intimacy. i will be thinking about this book for a long long time.