Gatsby turned out all right at the end; it is what preyed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and short-winded elations of men
since joining the public libraries posse I’ve become a kind of convert to the graphic novel. not that japanese manga crap that dodgy men read on packed trains, but the amazing stuff that is coming from australian storytellers like shaun tan (see The Arrival post from a couple of months back).
this week at one of our libraries we had nicki greenberg come to talk about her beautiful book which is an adaptation of the great gatsby. the great gatsby is one of my favourite novels, and i wasnt disappointed at all by nicki’s graphic interpretation which took her 6 years to produce.
the above image is of daisy buchanan (left) and miss baker. the characters are all non human forms and the ink images sepia toned to look like photographs from the 1930s. gatsby is a shimmering seahorse. loved it all.