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I believe I might be a bit of a prude. Gloeckner’s well-drawn graphic memoir of sexual abuse, drug abuse, and bad parenting is a little overly graphic for me, as is R. Crumb’s icky introduction. I’m sure it’s quite brilliant, but it’s not for me. It is pretty funny reading it on the subway, though, with all its nudity, especially when you board the train in a religious neighborhood.