Good-Bye San Francisco by Julia Wertz

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Good-bye San Francisco Review Part 1.
By Julia Wertz

Julia Wertz

What the fuck?

–Brian Heater

Good-bye San Francisco Review Part 2.
By Julia Wertz

Julia WertzSorry. Got my sincerity wires crossed for a moment. I’m trying my best to refrain from delving too far into Vice Magazine territory for this one, but there’s something about Fart Party girl’s momentary lapse into heart-on-her-sleeve sentimentality that makes me want to bandy about the words “Hella Gay,” and just leave it at that.

It’s not that I’m adverse to sincerity in comic book form—not at all. I haven’t been able to stop talking about Blue Pills, since I cracked it open a few weeks ago, and I’ve currently got something in the works for Pantheon’s The Complete Persepolis. HIV and post-revolutionary Iran—that’s fucking sincerity.

It’s just that—well, it’s a bit like having The Onion decide that they’re going to give you some real news this week—you want to trust them, but it’s hard to know for sure that they’re not just screwing with you. On the inside back cover of Good-bye San Francisco, the author’s bio begins, “Julia Wertz doesn’t usually make zines that are this fucking gay and sappy.” It’s not quite sincerity, but, hell, you take what you can get.

What you should know about Good-bye San Francisco: taken in the context of Wertz’s belching, drinking, and generally-not-giving-a-good-goddamn strip, Fart Party, it’s pretentious, self-indulgent and kind of lame.

On its own, the mini is lovingly low-key tribute to which anyone who has ever had to leave a magical place, in the name of growing up, can relate. Wertz treats her subject matter without the slightest hint of irony, complementing the story of her moving on with sketchbook pictures of some of her favorite destinations in the city by the bay.

It’s a bit like that Journey song about San Francisco, only you don’t feel as bad for having enjoyed it, even as you envision Wertz shaking her head at herself upon completion of the book, wondering when the hell she had gone so soft.

–Brian Heater

No Comments to “Good-Bye San Francisco by Julia Wertz”

  1. Julia Wertz | November 1st, 2007 at 11:32 pm

    ouch, doodes, ouch. But hey, I actually totally agree with you and my intense homesickness clouded my judgment on that one. I AM shaking my head at myself, wondering when I turned into such a fag.

  2. bheater | November 2nd, 2007 at 8:07 am

    naw, it’s a good book. people should read it and get all sappy and shit.

    i have a hella big mancrush on san francisco, too, but new york usually hits me when i talk about my exes.

  3. Shannon OLeary | November 8th, 2007 at 6:26 pm

    I dont think it’s THAT gay, but then again, in the interest of full internet disclosure, I’m Julia’s roommate and therefore probably feel a subconscious need to defend her not-gayness. I am however also a Bay Area transplant who – as soon as I could figure out how to get around on the subway – did not and does not in any fucking way whatsoever miss SF AT ALL and would therefore be more inclined to think a mini comics celebraton of it is more gay than most people would.

    So um.. yeah. Not that gay. Really it’s not.


    PS: Julia, we need to turn on the fucking heat this weekend or I will die.

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