As per usual, Chris Ware's latest novel (Jordan Lint) is horrifically depressing, but I found it more interesting than his previous Rusty Brown stories, which I've so far found to be a bit aimless. Lint is a self contained biography told in snippets of consciousness. I have so far read into it no further than that. I never try to fully grasp what Mr. Ware is trying to say in his stories. I fear it would send me insane.