![]() ![]() Bonus: Having this paper Penny in your house requires no cleaning of a litter box. The artist renders such visual and textual verisimilitude, perfectly capturing the typical feline temerity of thoughts and actions, the catty Zen of its subsidized existence, that I could almost feel hair being shed on my jeans as I read. ![]() Eliot or Edward Gorey or Rita Mae Brown accomplished, Stevens' paneled narrative of depictions here provokes the sensation of actually having a pet cat. not because Penny could double as an accurate glimpse of Contemporary (Pet-Involved) Life in America. William Braden's Henri, le Chat Noir or, FFS, Garfield). not because presenting the inner life of a domestic varmint in its own words is a novel conceit (cf. Not because the page after page of full-color illustrations in this new trade paperback from Chronicle Books are extraordinary, the man's meticulous pen-and-watercolor work so precise as to approach, at times, photorealism. ![]() What Stevens has performed here is, in fact, a sort of miracle. I could gloss this just-released book by saying "The frequent New Yorker cartoonist and longtime sequential artist Karl Stevens provides a biography, equally quotidian and phantasmagorical, of his and his wife's pet cat." But that would be like horking up a hairball that only hints at the rich and fur-infused feast from which such an encapsulation erupted. ![]()
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