Because I sure as shit am, god bless our anti corporate anti syndicate friend Bill Watterson and his steadfast refusal to turn C&H into a cash cow juggernaut that would have dwarfed Garfield and been twice as syrupy in the end.
Because I sure as shit am, god bless our anti corporate anti syndicate friend Bill Watterson and his steadfast refusal to turn C&H into a cash cow juggernaut that would have dwarfed Garfield and been twice as syrupy in the end.
I read like all of them, my older brother had a whole bunch of collections of them. That and The Far Side were my jam growing up.
I think one of my favorite things was how the author explained Hobbes. He said he got asked a lot whether Hobbes was just Calvin playing pretend, or whether he was a magical toy that came to life when only Calvin was around. His answer (iirc) was that it was neither was correct and it was just a matter of different perspectives, sometimes you see Hobbes through Calvin’s eyes, sometimes you see him through his parents’ eyes, and that’s all there is to that. You really got the sense that he respected kids and saw them as people, which means a lot to a kid.
Anyway that was the moment I became a post-modern neo-Marxist intent on destroying Western civilization by abolishing the concept of objective truth, or whatever it is we do here.
It’s why I was drawn to the comics in the first place. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a depiction of childhood before or since that nails what being a kid is really about–being bored, being scared, being ignored, never taken seriously, and always trying to participate in the world but understanding little of it, being wrested out of reverie by obligations foisted upon you constantly. What really blows my mind is that Bill Watterson didn’t even have a kid until after he finished the comic. His child is very lucky to have a great dad.