A favorite author of mine writing a longish essay on a comic strip I’ve been meaning to read:

John Crowley writes on Walt Kelly’s Pogo in the Boston Review.

Pogo is dream-Edenic, a world at once ever-novel and changeless (it thinned and vanished eventually, for though there was no death in that Arcadia, Kelly was mortal). It resembles the Edenic world of childhood in its salvific aspects�insofar as I am fearless and approach the world realistically, I am so in part because of the laughing novel Pogo.

[Link thanks to the Literary Saloon.]

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