I was recently privileged to study comicsology under the tutelage of Craig Thompson for several weeks at the Atlantic Center for the Arts. Which was incredible. Craig has a lot to teach and a unique method of instruction that led me to a lot of important conclusions about making comics, how art should be approached, how to live my life generally, and how to gracefully lose an arm-wrestling match.
One of the unexpected perks of hanging out with Craig was access to an edited copy of Habibi, complete with on-page spelling corrections. Habibi won't be out for another year, but I'm gonna go ahead and tell you why you should read it anyway:
Habibi is LUSH. It is opulent. It is narratively, thematically, and visually rich to a frightening degree. An absurd degree. It is almost offensive. If Habibi were a meal... it is not a meal. It is several banquets served one after another, each more indulgent than the last. And when you have finished the marathon meal, dear readers, you are sated, comfortably full, and unexpectedly refreshed.
Habibi is an artistically generous, utterly compelling, intimately meaningful, and gorgeously crafted comic. No unrealistic expectations about it's quality could possibly exceed it's reality.
Craig is okay, too.