A review by colophonphile
Storeyville by Frank Santoro

I read this when it first came out, in 1995, as a newsprint standalone when Frank Santoro and his then girlfriend, Katie Glicksberg, who did the colors and handled production, were living in the vaguely defined Tenderloin of San Francisco. They had stacks and stacks of it still in their tiny apartment a year later, when I moved down from Sacramento to take a new job. It says something about the unpredictable path of culture that dozen years later the book had been forgotten then remembered, collected by the publisher Picturebox as a lovingly scanned hardcover (and, later, softcover) volume with an introduction by Chris Ware. It's just a beautiful book, a nostalgia-rich story mixing matters of hard times economics and buddy journey.