A graphic, crime noir novel on a New York detective-cum-novelist who answers a wrong number. A double- barreled investigation, one from the perspective of the detective, the other from that of the novelist. Adapted from Paul Auster's City of Glass by the creators of Maus.
Characters seemed to have multiple personalities, names, identities, textures, grids, rhythms... If ever I thought I was losing myself in my self, this book would be a good map for it. Immediately after finishing this I reread it, not for the sake of enjoyment [though I did in a Through the Looking Glass Don Quixote kind of way], but more to try to understand it further. I felt like I got it while reading, but as soon as I put the book down, it slipped away. Rather than becoming frustrated by this though, I felt intrigued and drawn to Auster's layered circling ideas, conversations, inspired art work.
All I can do, then, is praise Paul Karasik and David Mazzucchelli's artwork; their simple, stark style suits the narrative perfectly, and their use of transitions between panels is astounding, showing a complete mastery of the comics medium. City of Glass is heavy with meaning in the best of ways.