Man, what can I say about Crumb that hasn’t been said before?
I first discovered Crumb around the time the documentary hit theaters. Well, I was familiar with his name and his work, but come on. No comic shops here in the greater Atlanta area had his comics on the shelves or anything.
Crumb was such a revelation to me as a teenager in the politically correct 90’s. Here’s a guy admitting to some pretty dark stuff about himself in form of a comic. I was outwardly repelled, but inwardly, I was hooked. Through the power of Crumb, I came to terms with the strangeness in me and my taste in women.
Don’t get the wrong idea, though. Crumb isn’t all about spilling his guts and pushing buttons. He can draw. He can draw like no one else. I would go as far as to say he’s the greatest living draftsman. Beat that, super hero hacks. Not only can Crumb draw shapely women and cartoony dudes, he can draw lamps, iceboxes, telephone wires and bodily fluids with the same vigor.
But, like I previously mentioned, this has all been said before. I love you, Monsieur Crumb.