Epileptic by David B.
I wrote all this last month.&nbsp; Thanks for doing all the work, past me!&nbsp; Sucker.
You may recall that among the first books I read while keeping this blog was David B.&amp;#8217;s Epileptic 1.&nbsp;Epileptic 1 was the first half of a run of six autobiographical comics about the author coping with his brother&amp;#8217;s severe epilepsy.&nbsp; I vowed to read&nbsp;Epileptic 2 one day, but there is noEpileptic 2. &nbsp;Instead there isEpileptic, a complete collection of the run which I was lucky enough to pick up for two dollars at a stoop sale near my bank.
While the first half focuses almost exclusively on his brother&amp;#8217;s illness (and is replete with doom), the parts of the tale I hadn&amp;#8217;t read are refreshingly abstract, with long passages detailing the histories of certain hermetic orders, Swedenborgian theology, etc., as well as an assurance that the author&amp;#8217;s life isn&amp;#8217;t as ruined as you think by new age thinking.