Warning: This is a serious post about comics!

This morning I was having a lovely grand time in my perusal of thine finer blogs of the World Wide Web, when I found myself over at the Great Curve. Those fine young chaps where so kind enough as to provide me with a link to some of thee forthcoming Graphic Novellas from Penguin Classics.

Upon viewing the future prospects from Penguin Classics, I laid mine eyes upon this work of art and splendor:



Although I am completely unawares as to what The New York Trilogy by Paul Auster with a cover by Art Spiegelman is about, I have read City Of Glass by Paul Karasik and David Mazzuchelli's and.....wait a second.....reading, reading, reading......googling..........reading, reading, reading..........becoming frustrated.....googling......reading........reading, reading, reading, oh fuck me.

These aren't comics at all. These are BOOKS. And not BOOKS ABOUT COMICS, but regular old BOOKS.

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