It is a form well-suited to narrating a day in the life of protagonist Mendleman, a nineteenth-century artisan rug maker who faces impoverishment as incipient industrial weaving operations offer potential customers a cheaper option to put underfoot. Nostalgia for the pre-industrial shtetl is laid on rather too thick, but who can blame the artist for dreaming of a world in which craftsmanship was recognized and valued?
21 May 2010
James Sturm, Market Day
James Sturm’s Market Day gives lie to attempts to rebrand childish comix as “graphic novels” for more discerning adults. Certainly, MD meets the mature/auteur standards that
Sturm has imposed on sequential art—crisp illustration, compelling storyline, and believable human characters. But the more remarkable achievement of MD is Sturm’s translation of the (decidedly non-novelistic) literary tradition of skaz [ed., better definition in Russian here] to a visual form of storytelling.
It is a form well-suited to narrating a day in the life of protagonist Mendleman, a nineteenth-century artisan rug maker who faces impoverishment as incipient industrial weaving operations offer potential customers a cheaper option to put underfoot. Nostalgia for the pre-industrial shtetl is laid on rather too thick, but who can blame the artist for dreaming of a world in which craftsmanship was recognized and valued?
It is a form well-suited to narrating a day in the life of protagonist Mendleman, a nineteenth-century artisan rug maker who faces impoverishment as incipient industrial weaving operations offer potential customers a cheaper option to put underfoot. Nostalgia for the pre-industrial shtetl is laid on rather too thick, but who can blame the artist for dreaming of a world in which craftsmanship was recognized and valued?