American Elf vol 3: The Collected Sketchbook Diaries Of James Kochalka back

Two more years of square-shaped snippets as James chronicles his life each day, drawing himself as a big-eared elf, then immediately plonks them on the internet. It's an odd thing to do. I mean, in a book after a little time has past is one thing, but straight onto the internet?

Do you think all his neighbours subscribe? Think about that: would you want everyone living down the nearest seven or eight roads to know what went on your life each day? Inside your house, with your wife and kid? It's okay when Eli's being cute (and he is), but what about the rows you had with the missus? Or when your son spotted you waking up with a massive erection? I guess James is far more secure than I am. Needless to say, I couldn't tear myself away, in spite of the fact that I'm not too sure what most of them did for me. No one's life is that interesting 365 days of the year. Maybe it's just that life itself is fascinating. Here's two years of someone else's.

"What was your favourite part of our trip to Canada?"
"Going to the store."
"You mean when Daddy and Tom and Eli went to buy stiff to make dinner?"
"Yeah."
"The fondue? But I thought you were a little bit scared of Tom."
"Yes. He's a monster."
"Sweetheart, he's not a monster. He's just a grown-up with a beard."
"Oh."