once again barbatus's art and prose work seamlessly together to deliver the harrowing heart and soul of this comic. i've read a few first-hand accounts of front-line workers not dissimilar to this, but i don't think i've felt the lasting impact quite like this. barbatus's art carries so much frantic energy and his writing forgoes purple prose in favour of blunt, crystal-clear communication. there's no room for misunderstanding or watering down the emotional weight behind each panel.
i don't get the vibe this comic cares if i've "learned anything" - that doesn't feel like the point. it's a personal account of the events intertwined with the terror that comes with remembering and the self-deprecation customary of a mind trying to rationalize trauma.
see, i live in canada and the covid-19 pandemic hit at a very convenient time for me. i was among the lucky few who came out the other side relatively untouched. i barely remember those years simply because they were uneventful for me - the complete opposite to most people's experiences, especially barbatus's. i've never doubted the pandemic's effects being considered an international trauma, but it's only been a nebulous idea to me.
this work - this intensely personal and vulnerable conversation - reminds me it's not an abstract truth but a visceral one. That even when it's "over", there was and is real horror for everyone even remotely close to the front lines. That the effects are lasting, that the trauma is real. That I'd forgotten the swabbers and vaccine distributers weren't "saints in scrubs" but people who are doing everything they can to unglamorously piece together what's left into something resembling who they used to be.
it feels odd to rant and rave and recommend reading this account - like i'm commodifying what's a very vulnerable work like it's just entertainment. but i genuinely do recommend buying and reading and re-reading it. like all of the work on this itch.io page, i'd kill for a physical copy to revisit every few days the same way i return to SADSACK. i'm going to be thinking about it for a very long time.
barbatus, i know it means little coming from a stranger, but i'm glad you're alive. i'm glad some part of you has made it through. i hope my comment's come across less as pity and more as appreciation, though it's not up to me to say if it has. i hope you get to feel alive again, too. thank you for taking the time to create this piece and share it. i'm wishing you all the best