Page 45 Review by Jonathan
"Someone told me you were trying to make it as a writer now?"
"Good luck! Me? I'm still at the firm. Actually your father just gave me a big promotion! Hey, you take care! Boy, oh, boy! What a life, huh?"
"When I'm famous I'll crush you."
I could very easily simply say that if you loved Dan Clowes' portrayal of the self-proclaimed 'people person' WILSON you would get a real kick out of this, though stylistically the art is much closer to a tidied-up Jeffrey Brown. Fante Bukowski - real name Kelly Perkins, he changed it to make himself cooler - is absolutely desperate to be a writer. The work of his favourite writer of all time, unsurprisingly being Charles Bukowski, is seemingly his idea of how a real scribe should live too.
Consequently, he's given up his job at a top law firm where his unimpressed father is a partner and is now living out of a cheap motel, drinking cheap booze, singularly failing to impress women, or indeed literary agents, and generally agonising about not coming up with any good ideas to write about. In other words, comedy gold in the hands of Noah SAINT COLE Van Sciver who likes his humour dark and his protagonists as flawed as a roll of cheap lino.
It reads a lot like WILSON too in the sense that each page, or sometimes two pages, is a gag strip in and of itself, always with Fante as the punchline. And so gradually we build up this unflattering portrait of a man flailing helplessly, perhaps haplessly might be a better adverb actually, against the tides of life, the ever-present fear of remaining in obscurity forever crippling his will and motivation to knuckle down to some actual writing! The occasional quote from a literary giant perched atop the next page merely compounding our opinion that Fante isn't going to break his losing streak any time soon...
'Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration, the rest of us just get up and go to work.' - Stephen King.
But! Inspiration does strike like a bolt from the blue in the middle of the night and somehow Fante comes up with an idea, starts writing, manages to get a girl, and then even persuades an agent to take a look at his book. Surely things aren't about to change for our hopeless hero... No, that's right, of course they're not! But I guarantee you that his misery is our mirth as everything falls apart once again and Fante decides a Kerouac-esque road trip is the only solution to his blues. No, that's right, of course it's not! But I guarantee you...
Well, you get where I'm going with this... Fante, meanwhile, is going nowhere fast.