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It’s A Raymond Chandler Evening
From time to time, when the world seems especially harsh and bleak, I like to re-read The Crow by James O’Barr.
The Crow is a gaping wound in book form, and I love it; truly a masterpiece of pain, in a gothic sweep of beauty.
And, despite how utterly hopeless and graphic the book is (heads-up: Content Warnings for everything,) it never fails to make me feel hopeful.
I guess it’s why I love World War One poetry and emo music — there’s a special kind of comfort in the darkest things, especially when they’re somehow oh-so beautiful.
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Originally published on Dora Reads as part of a larger Comics Wrap-Up post