I’m about to begin this review of Julia Wertz’s new book, Impossible People, by mentioning my personal comics history. Why? Because I am a big fat narcissist, but also Wertz seems, in a way, determined to stake her own place in comics history in this book. At several points in the book, which is an autobiographical story of how Wertz became sober, she interacts with, collaborates with, and socializes with artists that I think of as major comics talents. But given that Wertz has produced three perfect books in the past ten years, she is absolutely right to casually place herself amongst the finest cartoonists of her generation.
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