There’s another thread about “Books that should have been read in high school” elsewhere in Cafe Society. The thread went a little off the rails when someone suggested MAUS, and I’ve got mixed feelings about that one. (It’s undeniably great comics, maybe the best graphic novel to date. But using it as a resource for a history class about the Holocaust is almost as problematic as using Gone With the Wind for a lesson about the Civil War, its causes and its immediate aftermath. GWTW would be a great resource for a film class, and MAUS would be swell for a class on graphic narrative or comics criticism, but I don’t think that’s taught at the high school level anywhere in America.)
I am an English teacher in Korea, and my students tend to be from kindergarten to middle school. The school libraries I have seen here are heavy on Marvel and Disney books. I respect the comics medium more than I can credibly explain right now, but I honestly think these should be sidelined in favor of Maurice Sendak and Frog and Toad.
Which comic books/graphic novels unquestionably belong in a school library for American teenagers? Here are some I would recommend:
Palestine and Safe Area Goražde by Joe Sacco. Joe has gone back for many more comics journalism GNs since these two were done in the 90s, but these are the ones I am familiar with.
Love & Rockets by Jaime and Gilbert Hernandez. I’m really partial to the first fifty issues of this, which have been anthologized in many formats. I find a lot of the more recent stuff a little hard to follow, but this comic by two (sometimes three) Mexican-American brothers boils down to two ongoing storylines: “Heartbreak Soup” by Gilbert, about a mythical town called Palomar in Central America and its residents who could easily populate a Federico Fellini film. Also, “Mechanics,” about a pair of punk rock girls in 80s L.A. (They call it “Hoppers,” it’s apparently based on Oxnard). Both writers deal with issues of race, gender, and art with unflinching honesty. Early on, Gilbert was the better writer and Jaime was the better artist. I think Jaime surpassed his brother at both eventually.
Sandman and The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman and a murderer’s row of phenomenal artists. Sandman is about the King of Dreams and his family, a pantheon of gods functioning in the modern world. The Graveyard Book is an adaptation of Gaiman’s YA novel about a boy, hiding from killers and monsters, and being raised and protected by ghosts and other assorted unliving characters in a very old English graveyard. It is consciously drawing on The Jungle Book–what if Mowgli were being taught life’s lessons by thousands of years’ worth of ghosts instead of jungle beasts? Most of the art is by P. Craig Russell, doing some of the best work of his career.
My Friend Dahmer by Derf Backdeerf. Okay, “friend” might be kinda strong, but this guy went to school with a kid who became the most notorious serial killer of the Grunge period and watched him slip through the cracks. In an early version of this, Backderf wrote (I’m paraphrasing) “My wife called me and told me one of my old classmates was arrested for being a serial killer. Dahmer wasn’t even my first guess.”
Persepolis by Marjane Satrapi. Iran’s revolution, through the eyes of a little girl living in it.
Diary of a Teenage Girl by Phoebe Gloeckner. This was the source of the movie of the same name. A girl and her mom move to San Francisco in the 70s. The girl falls in with child prostitutes, drag queens, junkies, and her mom’s new boyfriend. While the movie didn’t judge anyone all that harshly, this book (like the Dahmer one) asks the uncomfortable question “Where the Hell are the adults? Why aren’t they doing anything?”
Who am I forgetting here? I’m avoiding superhero material, but you don’t have to.