Right, I've read and enjoyed Jim Woodring's Frank stories over the years, but never really understood the devotion of its most ardent fans. However, an inter-library loan has just delivered the massive 2003 hardback collection The Frank Book. Seeing so much of the material together, at A4 size with luscious repro, is an entirely different prospect. It's like I've been completely pulled into the world, to the point of ignoring everything going on around me, including the passage of time. I find myself reading and re-reading pages, flipping back and forth to half-remembered details. When I'm not reading it I find myself thinking about it. It's so complete, so intriguing, and such a perfect use of the medium.
Reading The Frank Book is quite simply an incredible experience, deserving of all possible praise. I think I have to buy a copy of my own.