Now that the numbers are in on same-sex marriage, many Republicans are falling like dominos all over themselves to express their support for something that only a few months ago they steadfastly claimed to stand against. They’ll probably soon claim that this is how they felt all along, and they were simply too hamstrung by politics to be able to say what they really meant. Well, okay. In the spirit of openheartedness and what life is really all about, I’ll go so far as to say that the fear of others may mask some deep-seated desire to understand, and maybe even to love. Because really, what is there to be afraid of?
Could this New Yorker cover by Chris Ware, the magazine’s first first 2013, be any more brilliant? No, probably not.
I am not a writer and I don’t really plan too much, but I realized there is something about comics that created this sort of — for lack of a better word — buoyancy. There isn’t a lot of buoyancy in the act of drawing comics. It’s a long kind of awkward carpentry, sort of like Gilligan making a bookshelf out of twine and sticks. It’s just not really a very satisfying medium to work in.
Cartoonist extraordinaire Chris Ware, whose brilliant book-in-a-box Building Stories was among The New York Times’ best books of 2012, is characteristically and borderline grimly humble about what he does.