Chuck Dixon

Mike Baron

Bill Reinhold

Chris Henderson

Neil Hansen

Jigsaw Puzzle

Punisher Epic Collection

Carl Potts

Jim Lee

Marvel Comics Staff

Punisher War Journal by Carl Potts and Jim Lee

VOLUME 3. No soy tan vaga ahora, y yo vago menos. "I'm not so vague now, and I wander less." It is now 1989, and sh** got real in the nineties, didn't it? Plenty to gossip and complain about, yo! Noamsayin? It was the end of communism, and the beginning of the New World Order, the New Robber Barons, and the New Wild West. In VOLUME 3 of TO SAY NOTHING: A DIARY OF MEMORY, it's Act Three for our hero-our anti-hero, our a-hero. Attempting to salvage a weak first degree combined with a complete lack of ambition and receding gums, he toddles west again to the University of Victoria to do another one. Who knows? This one might work. And then, snatched by luck and grace from the jaws of starvation, or a job at 7-Eleven, he finds himself cubicle-ized for the next eleven years in the British Columbia provincial government, a proposition fifty-fifty at best. There are benefits, however, to this tepid, clammy incarceration-the slow drip of material comfort. And when the accumulation is adequate, the money buys pearls of great price-a new spouse, a new house, and appealing travel. What woman doesn't like a man with a job? The hero meets the woman of his daydreams, marries her eventually, and soon regrets it. There is less overall vagabonding, but there are short, intense exceptions. The trails of British Columbia and the swells of the Pacific Ocean, Hawaii and California. And Africa! Twenty thousand kilometres across Africa in a truck and a van, sleeping in a tent. And there's more sexy stuff than ever.

A Diary of Memory

To Say Nothing

VOLUME 2. Soy vago y vago. I am vague and I wander.It doesn't get easier for our hapless hero in Act Two, and if you were lucky enough to read TO SAY NOTHING, A DIARY OF MEMORY, VOL. 1, you will know already that our protagonist is a creature of no great force of character or dignity, and you are as likely to be irritated by him as to sympathize. But this should not stop you from reading VOLUME 2 of Neil Hansen's delightfully daft memoir. It is a vagabonding picaresque, a hippie Bildungsgeschichte, or close enough, of a young man, as sincere as he is passive and lazy, buggering around in the last half of the twentieth century, a lover and a leaner. He describes his adventures, the places he sees, and the people he meets in occasionally charming, occasionally repulsive detail, honest and genial--usually. And when he airs his views on the difficulties, confusions, and haphazards of a man of his singular disposition, he remembers, well, most of the time, and occasionally proves, that philosophy is best left to philosophers.It is now 1978, and Neil has wandered up and down the world as a grown-up for ten years. He has realized that if you focus on your career and work hard for many years, you will undoubtedly learn a great many things, you will acquire and hone a number of skills, and build a good foundation for yourself and your family, but other than that, really, what have you accomplished? In modern western society you will have consumed far more than your fair share of the earth's blessings and been a nuisance to yourself and others. Better perhaps to tread lightly and live a life of little resistance?But even in a wandering life, blown east in the morning and west in the afternoon by the strength of your own sighs, there are many rocks and many hard places.Fortunately, there's sexy stuff, too.

Neil Hansen

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