Are There Any Reviews For Pussey! Book?

The underground comic 'Pussey!' by Daniel Clowes is a raw, surreal dive into the messed-up world of comic book fandom and the industry’s underbelly. It’s got this brutal honesty that makes you wince and laugh at the same time—like watching a train wreck you can’t look away from. The protagonist, Dan Pussey, is this pathetic, self-insert caricature of a wannabe comic artist, and Clowes doesn’t hold back in skewering the pretensions and delusions of both creators and fans. The art’s deliberately ugly, which fits the tone perfectly—it’s not pretty, but it’s real. Reviews I’ve seen are split: some adore its unflinching satire, while others find it too mean-spirited. Personally, I think it’s genius because it doesn’t just mock its targets; it implicates everyone, including the reader. If you’ve ever cringed at fandom culture or artist egos, this’ll hit close to home.

What’s fascinating is how 'Pussey!' predates a lot of modern conversations about toxic fandom and creator entitlement. Clowes was basically predicting Comic Book Guy from 'The Simpsons' years before it became a mainstream trope. The book’s episodic structure makes it easy to pick up, though some arcs land better than others. The 'Nerd Up' sequence, where Dan gets exploited by a corporate comics machine, is painfully relatable for anyone in creative fields. Critics often compare it to Clowes’ later work like 'Ghost World', but 'Pussey!' feels angrier, less nostalgic. It’s not for everyone, but if you like satire that doesn’t pull punches, it’s a must-read.

Clowes’ 'Pussey!' is like a time capsule of 90s indie comics—grungy, cynical, and full of inside jokes that’ll either make you snort or roll your eyes. I stumbled on it after binging 'Eightball', and it’s way more abrasive than his later stuff. The humor’s super niche; you kinda have to be deep into comics or artist struggles to fully appreciate the absurdity. Dan Pussey’s misadventures are cringe comedy gold, especially when he’s sucking up to industry big shots or failing spectacularly at conventions. The reviews I’ve read usually praise its audacity but warn newbies: this isn’t the polished Clowes of 'Art School Confidential'. It’s messy on purpose, like punk rock for comic nerds.