Fante Bukowski Two

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180

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July 2015

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Noah Van Sciver’s newest graphic novella continues to plumb the depths of the life of the self-styled, aspiring young writer, Fante Bukowski, as he delusively bumbles his way to literary fame and fortune, one drink at a time.

Living in a cheap hotel, consorting with the debased and downtrodden, searching for that golden idea that will rocket him to the success he yearns for as the great American novelist, and to get respect from his father once and for all. But, there’s just one problem: Fante Bukowski still has no talent for writing.

This latest book from emerging talent Van Sciver is another unique character study that mines the author’s interest in pathos and the human condition.

• 2015’s
Fante Bukowski garnered Van Sciver a 2016 Eisner nomination for “Best Writer/Artist,” one of the major awards in the comics industry.

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Comics Bulletin

•Comic book website

“A modern-day Don Quixote, Bukowski’s windmills are the publishing world, his sword, a plagiarized Unbearable Lightness of Being manuscript and the oft-repeated phrase “I am a fiction writer.” Van Sciver is “a comix artist” and his struggles with his own windmills are contributing to the creation of a complicated and very funny new comic.”

Paste Magazine

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“This comic novella looks to be an excellent study in the self-deluding nature of artists and an immediate Van Sciver classic.”

Publishers Weekly

•Publishing trade magazine

Van Sciver’s portrayal of the writers isn’t exactly sympathetic, but it is on target, particularly when they descend into self-reverential playacting and pile on petty purity judgments towards each other’s career choices. And Van Sciver doesn’t exempt himself, appearing as Audrey’s mopey, coattail-riding, selfish boyfriend. The take-no-prisoners satire ends up being surprisingly sweet, and Van Sciver’s depictions of Cleveland offer a romanticism that might even align with how Bukowski sees his surroundings.