1995 by Richard McGuire
Richard McGuire’s … graphic novel Here, is a work of literature and art unlike any seen or read before. A book like this comes along once a decade, if not a century.
It’s an amalgam of vibrant hues and textures, drawing approaches, narrative lines and surfaces that feels in its totality like the first successful attempt to visually recreate the matrix of memory and human understanding of time. This book is a symphony. Cannily nestling the corner of the eponymous room in the bound gutter of the open book, McGuire places the reader into the space of the story for a journey through all of time, from the earliest days on Earth past the time when humanity will no longer exist.
The above is taken from this review. At least one of the commentators suggests that the prose belongs to Pseud’s Corner. That’s as maybe, but the overall concept of having different times in one place could well be congruous with having different places in one time. That’s a concept I’ll be working on next year for a book I’ve had in mind for nigh on twenty years.
The past, the present and the future, but always ‘Here’.
And that sums up this time of year when we compile resolutions, bucket and wish lists and wonder why little of what we thought of a year ago actually happened.