The New Yorker’s Peter Schjeldahl runs a long look at the graphic novel, now that it’s all grown up (presumably not having really been so twenty years ago on the publication of Maus, or forty years ago on the publication of A Contract with God.

He opens, more or less, with a paean to Chris Ware, who, possibly non-coincidentally, was granted the honor of the cover of the magazine two issues back.