Little Nothings vol 3: Uneasy Happiness back

Context: Lewis Trondheim is prolific, versatile and mightily acclaimed in countries where comicbook acclaim actually means something. And if this latest batch of autobiographical snippets is anything to go by, that means being paid to go on exotic holidays all the time. Give a talk, sign a few books, eat, drink and claim the credit for your fellow creators' sketches ("He used my pen!"). My point is that Lewis really doesn't have to do this: expose his daily dottiness to a world already paying attention. But I'm enjoying the spectator sport all the same. See Trondheim pass judgement on topiary ("Boxwood shrubs must be the world's most tortured plant."); watch his complacency at catching the most convenient flight in the world give way to a certain trepidation ("I'm Martina Hailmary, your head flight attendant. Captain Champagne and our flight crew would like to welcome you on board."), and if you ever had any doubts that your favourite comicbook creators are the same human bundle of self-paralysing neuroses you are, then these books will cure you forever!