Larry Clark's famous photo essay of Tulsa's underbelly is more a portrait of the nation's collective crumbling edges than simply one city's, but being a native Tulsan makes it hit that much harder. The stories in these images are heartbreaking and chock-a-block with truth in harsh light.
This is arguably the best thing I set eyes upon in book form all year. Generally speaking, I feel like graphic novels adapted from stories or novels act to bastardize the original, but there are plenty of exceptions and this would be one of them. The emotion evoked by the art here accentuates rather than tries to supplant this infamous story's place in the literary canon. The lonesome aching horror in these images, especially the scenes of the town which remind us of the pathos in Edward Hopper's paintings, will embed themselves inside you.