My comic was reviewed by Tom Spurgeon on The Comics Reporter. Dylan and Tim both said, "If you read that guy's other reviews, that was actually a really good review." I thought so anyway. Tom said:

It's rare comic book when the demons are both terrifying and a sort of comic relief. This is a rare comic book in more ways than one.

Lately I spend a ton of time around Cameron Hawkeye, now a work friend as well as a real friend, and that guy draws constantly, like a maniac. I'm beginning to notice that my draftsmanship has gotten genuinely poor, which is scary, because if I'm not good at drawing, what am I good at? So I'm doing more observational sketches, which is good, and feeling bad about myself, which is bad, but useful too.

Every night Brodie and I work on our new books for the Zine Symposium and they are going to be so awesome.

The pronunciation of "Gfrörer" is cleverly elucidated in this short poem which was just scrawled by Brodie on an index card in purple calligraphy pen, then flung triumphantly across the couch to me:

GRUFF HAIR
GROW FAIR

My buddy Sam moved to New Orleans recently, and he says that Flesh and Bone was at the top of the recommended shelf at the first comics shop he found there.

I made separate Etsy listings for Ariadne auf Naxos volumes one and two. Some venues seem to sell out more of one book than the other, so I assume there are people out there who'd like the opportunity to complete their collections. On Friday I handed off volume three to Tim Goodyear, my publisher and guru (Sanskrit: गुरु, Kannada: ಗುರು), and started publishing previews of its contents on my Flickr page leading up to its release at the end of August, and volume four is already begun, of course.

Last week I started a new full-time job, which I love, and discovered opium poppies growing across the street from my apartment.

A friend of mine is working to overcome an anxiety disorder. She hired me to design a tattoo to honor her "hummingbird heart."


Forbidden Planet says ofFlesh and Bone: "You might think that sounds close to unreadable – but strangely it’s far from it." Read the whole review here.

Rob Clough wrote a long review of Flesh and Bone for The Comics Journal last week!

"Julia Gfrorer’s FLESH AND BONE takes fairy-tale and folk legend tropes and both turns them on their heads and gets at their true roots. The plot of the story is simple: a forlorn young man seeks the aide of a cannibalistic witch to reunite him with his dead lover in the afterlife, but without risk to his immortal soul. The witch does so, by planting a piece of clothing from a girl that she killed and ate on his person. There’s a matter-of-fact manner with which Gfrorer depicts ritualistic sex, horrific violence and other truly demented acts that make them all the more shocking when they do occur. For the assorted witches and demons, it’s simply all in a day’s work..."

Read the rest of the review at The Comics Journal site.

Here is a video about the Olympia Comics Festival in which I appear about halfway through.

Jesse Reklaw collaborated with me on this particular nonsense.

So early yesterday morning that it might more truthfully be called Friday night, Brodie, Andrice Arp, Jesse Reklaw, and I suddenly (drunkenly?) decided to attend the Olympia Comics Festival, which, like most things in Olympia, is puny but heartfelt. At 8AM we rented a car, packed a cooler with beer from the previous night's Dominion game, played Scrabble for the whole drive, and upon arrival commandeered a table among our friends. Books were sold, bonds were strengthened, Vietnamese food was ordered, and the beer was sipped from tall Starbucks coffee cups vandalized to read "FUCK OFF". And I traded creepy stickers with the lovely Savannah Horrocks. I love conventions.

Unfortunately, after the show I stopped by Last Word Books to see if they had sold any more copies of "How Life Became Unbearable", and was admonished that the store had no record of my zines, and that they had probably been destroyed, which was infuriating. Nobody had even tried to contact me, they just fucking threw them out. I think I'm not going to bother with consigning anymore.

This morning I wept my way through the new Vincent van Gogh episode of Doctor Who and thought it good. Tomorrow there will be Wolverine comics and delightful news.