CP on Facebook


CP on Twitter
Print Email


Avery Monsen and Jory John: All My Friends Are Dead

Photo: , License: N/A

All My Friends Are Dead

Fiction by Avery Monsen and Jory John

Chronicle Books, hardcover

It’s such a letdown to encounter a piece of art that’s just not what it could be. It has a new idea, a sturdy execution, and some surprisingly sweet moments, but its few slip-ups prevent a wholly enjoyable experience. And there sits All My Friends Are Dead. The cover is a drawing of an awkward, wide-eyed dinosaur paired with text reading, “All my friends are dead.” This is the book: a cute cartoony being and its “existential predicament.” There’s a sock who’s lost his match, a gallon of milk whose friends have gone sour, a mix-tape whose comrades are obsolete.

This could have been a great little book. The drawings are weirdly adorable, the text is silly but not stupid, and, as a whole, it manages to be poignant without being serious. Problem is, writers Avery Monsen and Jory John try just the tiniest bit too hard, pushing ever so slightly too much and adding a bit of extra junk that clouds their wonderful, clean idea. They’re clearly talented and witty, but sometimes they fall victim to that so-awkward-it’s-cute high school humor that plagues too much indie art today. It’s like taking a great vintage sweater and sewing “I Love Vintage” patches to it: You should’ve just let it be. We would’ve gotten the picture.

We welcome user discussion on our site, under the following guidelines:

To comment you must first create a profile and sign-in with a verified DISQUS account or social network ID. Sign up here.

Comments in violation of the rules will be denied, and repeat violators will be banned. Please help police the community by flagging offensive comments for our moderators to review. By posting a comment, you agree to our full terms and conditions. Click here to read terms and conditions.
comments powered by Disqus