BABE IN THE WOODS

A Brooklyn-based artist and new mother’s harrowing hike in upstate New York frames a wide-ranging reflection on art and the artist’s life.

In this graphic novel from painter Heffernan, we meet Julie, with infant Sam strapped to her chest, making her way through a lush forest extending to the horizon. The landscape’s myriad greens and multitudinous life awe her and, feeling small under the setting sun, Julie wonders, “What’m I doing here?” The book answers this question in senses big and small, alternating between the increasingly off-course hike and Julie’s background as the youngest member of a conservative religious family, first in small-town Illinois and then in the suburban sprawl of the San Francisco Bay Area. Chronic bed-wetting leads to shame and distressing medical intervention for Julie, anchoring her narration in the corporeal. The female body suffers—when the young Julie squirms under her father’s judging gaze, or when a friend’s excitement at seeing the Beatles provokes savage punishment from the friend’s father for perceived carnality—but is also celebrated, as menstrual rags make their way into fine art, and Sam’s nursing from Julie's hot breasts brings calm to the lost mother. Julie majors in art; travels Europe with a nasty boy; paints in West Berlin with writer Jonathan, her eventual husband and Sam's father; gets a New York agent who screws her over; and rivetingly explains her artistic motivations in stream-of-consciousness narration that is both erudite and amiable. Classic works of art, their secrets deciphered by Julie’s exuberant annotation, punctuate the muted tones and soft lines of the storyline panels, while the author’s own vibrant, ornate paintings occasionally explode the page with fecund portraits of humans and hivelike homes. Heffernan takes her time laying out the narrative threads, then lets them echo through one another, painting the rich web of one woman's life.