Below is the latest The Pain -- When Will It End?
A variation on the city's gun and
needle exchange programs. I believe I came up with this while sitting around
on my porch drinking with friends--or else, more likely, someone else came
up with it and I stole it.
In my idiosyncratic opinion the best thing in this drawing are the titles
of the porn magazines: Smut, Slut, and Slit. (It seems like
it would be possible to continue that series, altering only one letter in
each variation to produce a plausible title for another porn magazine, but
I haven't pursued that project yet.) The titles of the books being handed
are in-jokes, although erudite readers will recognize them as some of the
Great Hallowed Bores of western literature: Lawrence Sterne'sTristram Shandy
(misspelled in this drawing) and the tetraology Parade's End, by Ford
Ford, were both recommended to me by friends, neither one of which I've been
able to get more than twenty pages into, so impenetrably tedious are they,
and Henry James's "The Golden Bowl" is the book a friend of mine
refers to as epitomizing of the sort of turgid, unreadable shit he was forced
to slog joylessly through in his graduate program in English Lit. He still
utters the title with the same tone a Vietnam vet might use to pronounce the
name of some village where he witnessed some unspeakable atrocity.
Another friend has since pointed out that this drawing would be funnier if
the library was substituting the porn with musty classics once considered
scandalous, like Lady Chatterly's Lover. She's right, of course, and
I may revise it accordingly before I include it in the big Pain compilation.