This is a really entertaining book by Charise Mericle Harper, of whose house I was sure I would pass every day on the red line in Chicago, because of the art displayed in the window.
I guess I thought she lived in Chicago, because she had a regular strip in the Reader, which was also thoughtful and charming. The Chicago Reader, perhaps the best weekly paper in the nation, is one of the things I most miss about living in Chicago. Anyway. Randolph.
Randolph is a beaver, and his best friend Ivy is a Canada Goose, and, well, being best friends, feelings get hurt. Then Ralph turns rotten, complete with "stinky, rotten insides", because of his very strong attachment to Ivy, and he has to work these feelings out. It's a very nice snapshot of the complexities of feelings we have for our loved ones, and it's painted in a very fresh, vibrant, folky style.
I don't think the apartment visible from the train tracks was Harper's, but it was a nice pretend discovery, everyday while commuting, which made the ride more interesting. The book jacket says she lives in New York state with her family, which, I guess, is O.K., too.
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