This is beautiful. As in a sparklingly dialogued, wisely character-constructed, apparently simple looking, masterfully drawn comic book. As in, this is so much deeper and full of life than it may look at first glance.

As in a little fucking masterpiece.

I actually downloaded and printed this shit
[Update: now I own a legit copy of the published
paperback -see cover above], and that’s something so alien for me to do. I must’ve done that twice or thrice in my whole life. Last time I’d begun to do it, Marvel read my mind and released an absolutely perfect (and unexpensive) trade paperback of Jack Kirby’s Devil Dinosaur, saving me the trouble of actually having to finish the job -God bless the editorial team behind that decision. But The short con didn’t seem to be released as a book anywhere I could also buy. However I wanted, needed to keep this story, because unintentionally it stands so much for what I wholeheartedly believe comics are about. Because, no matter how you approach it, it is the perfect definition of what a graphic novel is, as far as I, as a comic book writer myself, am concerned.

I insist a lot about ignoring length or intellectual appearance when it comes to the term graphic novel. Not long ago we had an outstanding example of another extremely short novel in the form of drama / slice of life, in Dakota McFadzean‘s Buzzy, while The short con falls in the comedy / adventure (in fact, buddy cop) genre. But both, the introspective vs the hilarious one, the quiet one vs the frantic and funny, have all the necessary elements required to build a strong, very well thought narrative, with a solid use of its own tempo and featuring evolving characters that tell us a lot about who we are -and who we can become. I cannot thank the authors enough for putting The short con out and sharing it with the world.

I will be re-reading this, I know for sure. And try to learn a thing or two, if I’m able, in the process.