Publisher's Weekly Review
Punctuated with close-ups of the details that fill a small boy's life, Dandro's debut memoir is an extended poetic gaze on intergenerational helplessness and the violence it begets. Dandro draws both his six-year-old and teenage self with empty circles for eyes, as if he is a vessel for receiving his surroundings-including the inconsistent presence of his father, Dave, a tough guy with dark sunglasses, a muscle car, and a drug problem. It doesn't help that his mother, despite marrying Dandro's stepfather, alternates between fleeing Dave and rekindling their affair. This is the '80s, and when Travis hears a story about the kidnapping of Adam Walsh, his anxieties bloom into nightmares. Dandro expertly balances a child's-eye view with authorial empathy; Dave is drawn both larger-than-life and human and hurting; and Dandro's mother as loving, even as she fails her son. Though over 400 pages, the story flies by in often wordless, poignant sequences. At the end, Dandro watches a fish tank scuba diver repeatedly surge toward the surface, only to be pulled down by the weight of a sunken chest that undoubtedly contains both treasure and tragedy. This gloriously scribbled story doesn't rest on easy morals, or even attempt to forgive the past-Dandro's triumph is drawing the reader through both the pain and beauty of his upbringing, and then moving forward. (Aug.) Correction: An earlier version of this reviews incorrectly stated the author's mother was married to his father. © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
Guardian Review
This affecting account of family life features dreams of monsters, classroom japes - and a father hooked on heroin. Travis Dandro is six when his mother tells him that the man he plays with at weekends is not just Dave, but "Dad Dave". Dad Dave has an infectious sense of fun, a cool car - and a heroin addiction. Dandro's striking and affecting account of Travis's Massachusetts childhood follows the next decade, as he goes to school and moves town, and his father lurches in and out of family life. This is a powerful debut, skilfully drawn, cleverly told and as raw as a wasp sting. It is traumatic as hell, but also includes funny, affectionate memories of joyful tickles, ant-covered cookies, bike rides, squirrels and falling leaves. Travis's big blank eyes stare like wonky eggs from his round face, and as the childish observer grows into an imaginative young man, his hand is rarely far from his sketchbook. Dandro presents us with dreams of monsters, classroom japes, a trip to a scuzzy flat to score drugs and grim bursts of domestic violence. It's all given equal weight in a spare, deceptively low-key narrative, scene building on scene to compelling effect. King of King Court's lively drawings and child's perspective keep the reader in the moment, but some of its images - a raised fist, a cracked egg, a leap into a swimming pool - feel frozen in time, fragments that lodge in the memory and touch the heart. "Shit happens," Dandro tells us, and it's up to us, and the increasingly self-aware Travis, to make sense of it all.
Booklist Review
Dandro was only six years old when he learned about his biological dad. For years, he and Dad Dave had a tenuous relationship that, while punctuated with happiness, was ultimately destroyed by his father's drug addiction. Travis, along with his siblings and mother, moved frequently during his childhood, shuffling between various family members after his mother separated from his stepfather. While Travis was clearly loved, poverty, addiction, and trauma figured prominently in his life, and the few moments of calm stability, such as a safe night at a loving grandparent's home, are deeply poignant. The panels feature detailed backgrounds and simply drawn figures simmering with rage and tension, resulting in an unsettling memoir that captures the essence of Dandro's unstable childhood. The unease is amplified by his father's expressionless face, surreal dream sequences, and the tightly squiggled lines Dandro prefers for shading. Viewed through the innocent eyes of childhood and those of a world-weary young adult, this is a tough but illuminating read.--Summer Hayes Copyright 2010 Booklist
