There's a new book about the underground comix movement, reviewed in the Village Voice. As I've ventilated you all on this topic recently, I won't reiterate at length my preference for the old-time underground comix produced in the Sixties and early Seventies to the much blander, depressive and depressing alternative comics of today. Suffice to say that in my opinion, the freedom justified the bad taste. We need a lot more honest bad taste, not more quiet desperation--the world is a place of possibilities!