The Sculptor

There were a lot of things I enjoyed about this graphic novel, from its art to its storytelling, but the characters kept me from ever fully connecting with the story. David is every self-insert tortured artist I've ever read about, and I just found him unpleasant above all else. Meg is the manic pixie dream girl archetype that exists to “fix” the male lead, which is especially disappointing considering the potential she had to be an interesting character. Some of the supporting cast is interesting, but this story isn't about them. The Sculptor feels like the work of an excellent visual storyteller through and through, and that's the only reason I didn't dislike this book as much as I could have.