Vignettes of Ystov, Paperback Book
2.5 out of 5 (2 ratings)


Welcome to Ystov - a bleak but whimsical city. We invite you to zoom in and out, through panoramas of industry and market squares, to witness the varied lives of its curious inhabitants - lives of absurdities, restraints and small triumphs. Meet the poet Eugene Tusk, stumbling upon the old haunts of the Strombold Collective, his defunct poetry society. Or the property agent Yosef Kavar - clearing the apartment of a recently deceased janitor, and discovering a home-made museum, dedicated to a lifetime's collection of dustpan detritus.

What of this pair of scientists - fed up with astrophysics and out to disprove coincidences as a phenomenon? And here are two men meeting to discuss the fate of an old schoolfriend, piecing together their memories of him, searching for clues that might have led to his sudden arrest for 'nose-crimes'. Vignettes of Ystov is a series of miniature masterpieces.

Beautifully drawn, and written with a Chekhovian clarity and concision, it marks the arrival of one of the most inventive new talents in comics.


  • Format: Paperback
  • Pages: 64 pages
  • Publisher: Random House Children's Publishers UK
  • Publication Date:
  • Category: Comics and Graphic Novels
  • ISBN: 9780224090360



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Interesting art work - water colors in bright blue, green, orange and red. Ystov seems to be a fictional city where author's characters live. Each chapter is dedicated to a character with peculiar idiosyncrasy or virtue (put it as you may). In later chapters, story of few of characters intermingle. Abstract story telling, but intriguingly sweet art.

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This is a collection of ~20 two-page graphic-format vignettes that are linked through shared characters in the city of Ystov, loosely meaning “Y-town” based on its location at the fork of a river probably in Eastern Europe. The stories are interesting and imaginative; the illustrations sometimes lack clarity and are not really to my taste except in managing to feel whimsical and bleak at once. Being vignettes, it all combines into a sum that’s more than its parts and I'm still ruminating on what it all together meant.

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