Nobody shouts "I'm Spartacus!" anymore

Andre Jordan is right - nobody shouts "I'm Spartacus!" anymore, there's no chutzpah left in the world; also, no one under 50 has ever watched Spartacus, except me, and so people may not know to shout it at the appropriate time.

This book is the opposite of Spartacus, in spite of its lament. Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now is a book comprising a lot of Jordan's drawrings and some accompanying text. It's about being horribly depressed and shy and awkward and fed up and lonely; it is mostly very charming with some hilarious bits and and some very, very sad bits.

Mostly the sad bits manage to somehow be cute which is both kind of a relief and kind of doesn't sit right with me. In any case, I can't show any of his pics here but you can check out the kind of things Jordan does on his website.

Confession: I feel a little guilty about posting about this book, although not because there's anything wrong with it; there isn't. It's just that it's awfully short; I feel like I'm cheating a bit when I post about books that have taken me much less than an hour to read in their entirety.

And the reason I read this book at all is that hubby and I went wandering and book browsing last night and while he perused his book I did not peruse mine (Zola) but assiduously avoided it as much as possible by reading Jordan's yellow tome and browsing a stack of cookbooks. (Oh my god, Bryant Terry's Vegan Soul Kitchen - WANT).

You see, my first date with Zola is turning into a dud, and a dud that seems like it's going to go on forever and I can't extricate myself from it because he just keeps talking at me and I can't find a graceful segue to use as my exit. Sigh. But more of that soon, if I can drag myself through to the end.