One among several things I admire about Roger Ebert’s writing is its economy. No
doubt it helps that he spent years on strict word counts at The Chicago Sun-Times; also that his readership has become familiar with certain phrases of his which, though perfunctory, don’t sound as judgmental as they might elsewhere. He will often refer to a film as being “adapted from the novel, unread by me”. You have to marvel at such concise, neutral disclosure. The following books, graphic novels in the sense that the phrase has come to encompass just about any work of comics with a square binding, are so far unread by me — but likely not for long, and I have cause to recommend each.
