Description
A solid slice of mid-’90s San Francisco small press—Manic D at its peak, publishing the kind of raw, unfiltered writing that lived just outside the mainstream. Longhi’s stories move through punks, burnouts, and fringe characters with a voice that feels lived-in rather than performed. There’s a looseness to it, but it’s controlled—he knows exactly where he is and who he’s writing about.
What pulls this one forward, though, is the R. Crumb cover and interior sensibility. Crumb’s work frames the book perfectly—grotesque, funny, uncomfortable—and gives the whole thing an immediate visual hook. For most buyers, that’s the entry point. For readers, Longhi holds up his end. These Manic D titles don’t always stick around in nice shape, especially with Crumb attached.
Crumb on the cover, Manic D’s Longhi inside—an easy one to justify.
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