I've not read a better comic created during this millennium than Seth's Wimbledon Green, excepting only Chris Ware's brilliant (and far more challenging) first Rusty Brown collection.
Read Seth and fall in love with him and Wimbledon Green. He is Charlie Brown, grown-up!Īs with Susan Orleans' The Orchid Thief, another book about a collector and collecting, this is a look into a world and life that you may have thought you didn’t exactly care about (or wow, maybe you are indeed a collector! Eureka!!) but either way, now you do care, because Seth shares it so lovingly, you do. He is wrong, this is not poorly done, it is greatness, in a small and understated package, about a guy most people might not cross the street to address, but this is his point, he is every man, not Superman. It's a kind of screwball comedy send-up and homage to the work of comic book collecting and making, too, very odd and quirky and funny and who would care about some obscure Canadian small town nerd comics guy, but he makes us care, and helps us see how important comics were to him and so many of us. He dedicates the book to Ware and tells us to read Rusty Brown and not read his own inferior-in-comparison work.
This is honest of him, and like Chris Ware, his friend, typically self-deprecating. Seth writes in his introduction that this is not a good book it's poorly drawn, the lettering is sloppy, the pages are done poorly, the narrative is badly done, and so on.
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