A bruised-knuckle slice of early-2000s alt-comix grit, Queens Blvd. is the kind of graphic novel Fantagraphics was fearless about publishing—raw, street-level storytelling with busted edges and zero gloss. It drags you through the outer boroughs with a cast of misfits, screw-ups, and dreamers clinging to whatever scraps of love, rage, or dignity they can find. The art hits that perfect Fanta-era balance: rough, expressive, a little unstable, and totally alive.
It’s New York before the sheen, before the condos—late-night train platforms, cheap diners, bad decisions, and the kind of human messiness you only get from creators who’ve lived the material. A sleeper graphic novel that rewards anyone who collects the overlooked, the out-of-print, and the beautifully imperfect corners of the small-press world.
