It's Lonely at the Centre of the Earth: This Book Is for Someone, Somewhere.

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It's an excellent visual representation of depression and self-pity because there's no logic to it and it's incredibly self-absorbed. Which, at heart, is an early lesson on how art reaches out to hold your hand in moments of hardship.

This is an exciting and wild ride through some heavy territory with a chaos of artistic styles (all of them extraordinary) and stories that form a larger portrait that feels pretty damn…human. A burst of creative energy that gives us a remarkable piece of art with artists pieces of themselves embedded into it. Thorogood is very open and honest—often under the guise of self-deprecating humor—about her mental health, issues with life and struggles with her family. It's an unfiltered expression of emotion and while I respect the author's choice to publish it I don't think it's polished enough for general consumption.There's no consistency to the artwork and while this does a decent job of reflecting the muddled mind, it had a rather nonsensical feel. To calculate the overall star rating and percentage breakdown by star, we don’t use a simple average. It’s an intricately meta book with frequent commentary on its own creation being a running theme throughout.

The artwork is a messy jumble of styles; very little colour, and Goodnight Punpun-style simplistic heads on detailed bodies; full page spreads of crap and detailed panels interspersed with narration. Thorogood switches from speaking directly to the reader, to interacting with her other iterations and to narrating in the third person, all allowing us to absorb each sequence on different empathetic levels. It's that back and forth, the expertise in modulating the tone, which combine with the self-awareness and the irritation at the audience to make me want to give Thorogood the almost certainly unhelpful label of 'the Stewart Lee of miserable autobiographical indie comics'. The art is fantastic, pivoting between styles and alternating between bright colors to black and white ink frames in a way that feels akin to the ups and downs of moods when struggling with depression.This book is a very beautiful/ugly and unusual exploration of the polar opposite idea - that all that matters is how you feel. Centre of the Earth is an important work as a discussion of trauma, depression, and the hope that can keep one moving forward. I was touched by this a lot, remembering how I used to leave paintings with favorite poems written on them on trees around my town. What we are gathered for here today is to celebrate Zoe Thorogood and It’s Lonely at the Centre of the Earth, her marvelous ‘ auto-bio-graphical novel’ that deals with art, depression, suicide, and just living a life. Thorogood elevates the dark material with her expressive use of the comics medium and the urgency of her voice.

Način na koji se naracije, likovi, stilovi, tokovi misli i radnje odvijaju i smenjuju je kao da je istresla moj mozak na papir. Thorogood’s It’s Lonely at the Centre of the Earth is a complex, layered and often difficult to easily define graphic memoir that spirals out from a deceptively simple premise.Thorogood's courageous honesty is supported by her hilarious deadpan humor and then tied all together by her absolutely insane artistic vision. The people that will really love this comic are the ones that will relate to the messiness of mental illness and this comic does nothing to encourage seeking help - instead it seems to share the message that it's okay to wallow and stay blinded by your own misery. I was recently lying near death in the ICU and I was extremely comforted by how I have spent my time and the work I leave behind.