Tomine in the New Yorker

It would seem that Adrian Tomine has found the perfect outlet for his artwork, which is neither a cartoon strictu sensu, or a mere illustration.  In fact, Tomine has mastered the art of telling his stories of angst and alienation in a single image.  I can’t wait for these pages to be collected in a thick, handsome volume.

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