OH! I didn’t know that this was done by Jungbluth.
Oh, Dear God.
I’d almost forgotten about Clarissa.
A comic made of the darkest, bitterest substance in the world with a microscopically thin layer of candy coating that makes you pop it in your mouth and then you’re spasming with sadness and horror.
“Soft Friend,” I think was, was the first Clarissa story I read, and really I wish I’d stopped there. I had to read it twice to figure out what was going on. The “evidence” is only there in two or three panels, and once you notice it you go from thinking this kid is an ungrateful brat to someone badly in need of help, and an advocate.
