Cute little kittens, angels, and babies? Flowers, ice cream cones, and
German boy bands? Coming from, supposedly, the creepiest and most
pessimistic artist of his generation? Yes indeed, there is a "sweeter
side" to R. Crumb. These delectable illustrations--whether depicting
Bernie the Cat pawing for his master's affection, the timeworn beauty of
a French village cul-de-sac, or a quiet night chez Crumb--wonderfully
exemplify the many tender moments that have, until now, played second
fiddle to the cult icon's more raunchy sketches. Now Crumb harkens back
to his humble American beginnings as a Cleveland greeting card
illustrator, when his innate knack for the grotesque had to be
suppressed for the perennial appeal of "cute." The result is this cheery
and blue-skied world, where readers of every conceivable personality
type, age group, even sexual persuasion can finally enjoy the artist's
momentary lapse from naughty to nice.