The Very Important Year

Some tragedies and triumphs are so hugely unimportant that they never get documented. This book is a sort of inky daydream, as the main character stumbles through life - head down with shame, and hung over. As winter turns to spring and on and on until autumn comes around she records the painful disappointment of social hiccups, the common cold and dropping your chicken chow mein on the pavement. In her pictures are crazed nights and sheepish mornings and the sadness of losing friends to relationships. She writes of the big love she has for her grandma, and her other grandma and for her family, though you might first think it’s all about just food and stuff. Nothing ever really happens, but it’s all terribly important