I keep hitting reading roadblocks, no matter what I do. I used to have a life with a lot of dedicated time for reading and eyes that could stare at pages of text for hours on end, but the past decade has repeatedly broken all of my reading mechanisms, culminating in the minor apocalypse of the past two years. I went from reading 433 books in the Book-a-Day year of 2018 to, um, 43 the year afterward. And 2020 could possibly be even worse.
On top of that, I keep finding new things to stymie me. For example, who would predict that a graphic novel about Berlin sliding into fascism, intolerance, and sectarian violence in the early ’30s would be so resonant, and unpleasant, in 2020?
I’m sure Jason Lutes
, planning out this giant project back in 1996, would have expected and wanted modern history to go differently, but, as it is, Berlin