I I feel it is difficult to resist a book about young women in a small town moving to a large city. When I arrived in London in my early 20s, I was often worried. However, every time I headed to the top of the red double escape, the exhilaration I felt was usually quite faster with deeper fear. London, like Kei Sohini, tells the story of how the new graphic Memoire has exchanged the suburbs of New York’s Kolkata, London, a real -fashionable dream of a “character- (an)”. It became a reference, living and breathing manifestation.
Sohini developed a crash in New York when he was young. This was the first passion I met my mother and my mother, and later made a book by Allison Bakdel, Joan Didion and Sylvia Plus. For her, the city didn’t seem to be a muse for writers and other creative types. It was also “correction for slightly broken people.” She was a phrase she had sadly why she applied to her. At the age of 24, I was able to leave a forced relationship, so Seohini just wanted to be as far away from Kolkata, and of course New York, the city she had been romantic for a long time. It was a destination of. She thought. In his anonymity and “white noise”, she will certainly be able to lose herself, half of the tourists and half a doctoral course (Long Island Stonney Brook University is a complete scholarship to her. Provided money).
This beautiful and tremendous city is a tribute to a place where she feels she saved her, and talks about the infinite walk of Seohani that works optimally in this territory and crosses Manhattan. New York strengthens her, watched her, slowly revealed its secrets, raised her own ritual (growing aerial tram from a loosbert Island to a Trader Joe in the Bridge Mark), and her favorite sight (her) A huge writer, a Christmas department store, is very effective, and she mixed her scales and was exhausted by her. When it is necessary to delay, expand the map, Polaroid photo, and textbooks.
However, when you go to another place, it does not work well. The author’s biography tells the reader that Seohini, who still lives in New York and is currently working as an illustrator, has drew his doctorate as a manga, and conveys the description of Indian and New York in the 1990s. 。 At the moment, there is an essay and lecture atmosphere. She takes a bit of a hard time combining words and photos, and prefers to throw away a large text block on the page instead (unless it’s a text message, it looks like she doesn’t have any disgust).
But don’t worry. I read these sections quickly and couldn’t stand it, but instead I read the luxury on the street of the Big Apple’s Sohini: Jackson Heights. A stirring skireabage in the gimbell in Midtown. A swirling autumn leaves of Central Park. You feel that it is good that these places have done her, and with such perception, there is a wandering habit itching.
This ridiculous city by Kay Sohini is published by Jonathan Cape (£ 20). To support Guardian and Observer, order a copy on GuardianBookshop.com. Delivery fee may be applied
