WAS SHE PRETTY? by Leanne Shapton (Farrar, Straus and Giroux), 208 pages, $23 cloth. Rating: NNN
While reading Was She Pretty?, Toronto-raised, New York-based artist and writer Leanne Shapton's latest weird and wonderful offering, I kept thinking of a Dentyne gum commercial from the early 90s in which a guy takes his new date into a movie theatre and finds, to his mortification, that all the seats are occupied by his exes.
Taking as its premise a line from Kierkegaard in which he describes being bound to a chain of gloomy fancies - in Shapton's case, her rumination on her lover's exes - Was She Pretty? is a book rooted in romantic obsession, though it refreshingly works in the territory of curiosity and tenderness rather than jealousy.
Shapton's text is funny, frank and surprising, and her quirky black-and-white broad-stroke illustrations are a cousin to the smart melancholia of Daniel Clowes, of Ghost World fame.
The exes are sometimes described by occupation - artists, heiresses, PhDs, ballerinas - but more often by their lasting contribution to the lives of their lover.
Shapton's shining talent for shorthand characterization is occasionally a little too shorthand, however, and can leave a character seeming like trivia. Such is the case with poor, one-dimensional Sonya, whom we know only through her penchant for Japanese designer clothes.
At its best, Shapton's sharp writing sums up complex human emotions that in a novel could have taken a truckload of interior monologue.
Peculiar as it is poignant, Was She Pretty? is one of the more memorable graphic novellas of recent years.