![]() ![]() Crumb’s Underground in Philadelphia in 2008 was praised in part for its triumphant flaunting of political correctness. His influence on others was evident at the Masters of American Comics exhibition in 2006 at New York’s Jewish Museum. “They didn’t understand the work,” he says. A solo retrospective the same year at the Ludwig Museum in Cologne proved to be less than satisfactory, though. In 2004, he made quite a splash at the Carnegie International in Pittsburgh. ![]() Not that Crumb has ever been out of sight in recent years, with museums increasingly seeking his work. “This comic is so cool, all you can say is. But it is Crumb still drawing with extraordinary finesse and no- holds-barred intelligence. Hup isn’t quite the breakout achieved by Zap Comics in the late ’60s. Produced in the late ’80s, Hup is Crumb’s vitriol-laced farewell to America, soon to be followed by a self-imposed exile in France in 1991 with his wife and frequent collaborator, Aline Kominsky-Crumb, and daughter Sophie, herself an artist. Crumb’s comeback - from months lost to LSD in the ’60s, in and out of favour ever since - is well underway with the welcome republishing of Hup Comics (available at ). Timing was a leading reason for my mission here. For him, the two may amount to the same thing. And there’s something monkish about Crumb, too, in his brittle thinness, his calm, his love of walking. Monks once meditated in the corridor’s pale white interior. Much the same concern caused him to cancel a 2011 appearance at a comics festival in Sydney, Australia, after an anti-child-abuse activist said he had “a sick mind.”īut fans do find him, having little trouble recognizing distinctly Crumb-esque posters near his front door on an ancient alley. “Even if you don’t want to, you have to be that careful.” “You never know who’ll find it and come after me,” he tells me in his kitchen, a modern coffee maker at the ready in a house almost as old as France itself. Crumb” as he signs the recent re-release of his muckraking Hup Comics.Įlusive? Crumb wants interviewers to say they met him in some other country in the hopes that readers won’t identify his little hillside hamlet. This is Robert Crumb, or just plain Crumb, or “R. This may be close to Picasso country, but I’m en route to the equally elusive “Picasso of comics,” as he’s been called by the New York Times. Hollows are barely lit by an early watery sun, making it a trip through the sort of intense, trippy colours - lime green lizards on mauve rocks - blowing away museumgoers in painterly form at the Morrice and Lyman in the Company of Matisse exhibit, at the McMichael Canadian Art Collection until Jan. LANGUEDOC-ROUSSILLON, FRANCE-Heading out of Provence in southern France one morning, I drive west along back country lanes. ![]()
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