Throughout, there is no obvious embroidering of the facts – truth and fiction blend seamlessly.īarry’s art style is a monolith in itself, and difficult to talk about clearly. It starts with lice and ends with the Classifieds, and hits diverse topics and moods in between. Inspired by Hakuin Ekaku, a Zen monk who painted his own demons, Lynda Barry sets out what seems to be the itchiest, most volatile moments of her childhood and beyond.
In terms of weight and meaning, though, “One! Hundred! Demons!” goes far beyond the expected. And in some ways, I got what I expected from this collection – semi-autobiographical tales that semi-bum you out, semi-make you laugh, and visual flair for days. I’d never picked up a Lynda Barry comic before this one, mostly because I’d heard too much about her and I’m stubborn. Described as “brutally honest, thoughtful and soulful” by Nick Hornby in the New York Times, One! Hundred! Demons! takes on Barry’s childhood with humor and poignancy. In these seventeen vignettes that touch on the scent of people’s homes, why babies are the best dancers, and how pretentious exboyfriends are like head lice, Barry brings her demons out to be exorcised. Lynda Barry’s beloved, genre-defying work of “autobifictionalography” One! Hundred! Demons! exploded the comic book medium, ending up on “Best Of” lists from Time Magazine and the Chicago Tribune.
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