What to Expect When You Pick up a Graphic Novel


We live in other people’s heads: avidly, reluctantly, consciously, unawares, gropingly, inescapably. A stranger sitting across the table at the library turns away from her laptop screen, extends her forearm, and begins to move her eyes from the tip of her index finger to her nose and back. It’s a kind of eye calisthenics; she obviously wants to keep her nearsightedness under control. I sigh and look away: I really should do the same exercises, but I am too lazy. When I look at her again, I see that she sees me looking at her, so I let my glance slide past her casually: I don’t want her to think that I am staring.

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