![]() Gen deals with the trauma of the atom bomb without flinching. ![]() I will never forget the people dragging their own melted skin as they walk through the ruins of Hiroshima, the panic-stricken horse on fire galloping through the city, the maggots crawling out of the sores of a young girl’s ruined face. ![]() I’ve found myself remembering images and events from the Gen books with a clarity that made them seem like memories from my own life, rather than Nakazawa’s. Gen burned its way into my heated brain with all the intensity of a fever-dream. I had the flu at the time and read it while high on fever. The first time I read it was in the late 1970s, shortly after I’d begun working on Maus, my own extended comic-book chronicle of the twentieth century’s other central cataclysm. Barefoot Gen: Comics After the Bomb An Introduction by Art Spiegelman ![]()
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