Scribbles – Jason Brubaker

2 out of 5

I mean, you know I’m a heartless grump, right?  So slight, love-saves-the-day tales don’t go over well with me.

Brubaker’s sense of page flow remains intact throughout this one-shot; pages of workaday deskjob living manage to communicate the roteness of that while also being interesting to look at it.  Jason milks his Kramer-haired protagonist’s interesting silhouette for all its worth, entering his (seemingly) single-room, high-angled ceiling abode through a slim, angled, shadow-laden doorway, to sleep and to rise for work yet again, hiding his form behind his computer whilst stealing glances at the pretty lady working across the aisle.

He also has a secret ability that he keeps forcefully tamped down, lest it take control and ostracize him further.

This ability is somewhat of a reveal early on, so I shan’t spell it out, but you can see where this book is going once it’s shown: art and creativity are life, so says the artist.  Also, please note that I work at a computer day in and day out.  My life’s okay.

Anyhow, this is an average feel good tale, but there are a few beats that make it questionable: firstly, do you keep a photo of yourself – just yourself – on your desk?  This is done for a plot point, but it seemed sort of cheap.  Second, by making his tale (almost) completely wordless, it suggests it’s okay to perv on pretty girls as long as you give them flowers afterwards.  That’s reading too much in to something light and airy, but see my aforementioned grump-ness.  Lastly, Jason takes a few panels to introduce conflict – how our lead’s abilities may harm his job – and then doesn’t follow up on it.  This amounts it to filler, which underlines how simple the main story is.

Where are the love stories for people like me who don’t want to touch people, be touched by people, be around people, and who can’t really understand how people are able to want to be in close proximity to others for extended periods of time?  WHY AM I SO UNDER-REPRESENTED, Y’ALL?