Reading Maus for a school assignment and im sat here shaking bro. I'm sitting cozied up with a blanket, medicated so I can actually read efficiently, and i admit my meds might be helping the shaking along but I can FEEL MY HEART. I could feel it yesterday too when I was reading without my meds, just not quite as bad.
I'm just shaken. Shooketh. Both of the story and of how it's told. Some books makes you question why literature is so important to us as a species, but some works really make me understand that and this is one of those works.
I'm also really impressed with these illustrations being so respected by the wider public as for the book to win prizes when graphic novels weren't really around. Like, I respect the drawings. I respect them so much. I draw, I know the time and effort and years of practice and the precise penmanship that must've gone into achieving such an end result, but I'm so happy it's not been disregarded as just a comic. It really, truely, lights hope in my heart for people respect art even if it isn't fine art for example.
Im also so baffled at what we manage to do sometimes, the art we create and the knowledge we can record and the languages we speak and write into existence. We do so much dumb and useless and vile beyond words shit and I don't even entirely identify with the label human, but holy shit, sometimes I do understand how we managed to build a civilization like this.
