The book is a delight, partly for the terrific drawings that spill through it, and partly for the narrative that reveals Plunkett’s engaging, self-effacing personality. He’s never quite sure he’s good enough, even while evidence of his talent is on the facing page.
He was drawing just about as early as he can remember and before long was crazy about comic books, along with most of his peers. The two interests coalesced by the time he was 20 and a career as an artist for comics and other outlets began
Like all good journals, the book is a potpourri of ideas. There’s a thoughtful take on the 2003 film Lost in Translation, a discussion of how basic printing presses influenced comic drawing styles, the “huge shot of energy” computers gave the field and plenty of interesting observations.
“Commercial art forces you to not wait for inspiration,” Plunkett says, and also mentions his preference for drawing “structurally dubious architecture.” The notes at the back of the book explain the drawings, which appear mostly without caption. It helps to refer as you go. Grade: A