Convoluted doesn’t even begin to describe this book, which is so self-satisfied with its mythology that it never bothers to clue readers in on what is going on at any given point. Other than the intricate, phantasmagorical art, there’s not much about The Can Opener’s Daughter for the casual reader to enjoy.
Ollmann‘s (almost totally) unfiltered comic autobiography is incredibly candid, to the point where applying a little gloss may have been helpful. Everything from the dialogue to the story to the art itself is unabashedly uncensored; it’s self-awareness taken to the max.
Now well over a decade old, the six-book collection stands as a landmark in the world of comics and graphic novels. It’s become a veritable classic and a touchstone in millennial literature. Does it deserve all this praise? Yes it does. Here are some reasons why:
The second graphic novel based on the massive wrestler, Closer to Heaven gives Andre Roussimoff a lot more character than Box Brown’s biography did. It verges on soap opera at times, but it’s a welcome trade-off for the more personal narrative the reader gets.