art spiegelman’s maus is a part biographical, park autobiographical account of the author/artist’s strained relationship with his father, a survivor of the Holocaust.
this tale of survival is heart-pounding as it is heart-wrenching, and the portrayal of the strained relationship between father and son as honest as there is. maus is a classic, and if you’re a dolt like me, you may not have read it until the urgings of a friend. hopefully you can call me a friend today.
“sometimes all we need are colder nights and warmer thighs.” those are lyrics from a saves the day song called “hold,” and they are befitting of craig thompson’s autobiographical blankets.
whether it’s dealing with the insecurities that come with the awkwardness of high school to fighing for the warm security of a blanket with a younger sibling, to the impermanence of an innocent and perfect first love. . . blankets is the perfect companion for those quiet nights with nothing but a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate to keep you warm.
