The three main characters in Work-Life Balance, Aisha Franz’s mordantly funny new graphic novel, are connected by one woman: a therapist called Dr Sharifi, whose eyes, in time-long comic book fashion, can never be seen behind her round, outsize spectacles. Dr Sharifi dresses a bit like the Japanese artist Yayoi Kusama (AKA the princess of polka dots), and wears her black hair in an outre top-knot, both of which suggest from the off that she might be more interested in the pose than in really listening to anyone’s problems – and yes, she is always watching the clock, cutting off her clients mid-sentence if necessary. But her obvious boredom at their various states of mind (“the therapy bundle your employer purchased is over,” she’ll tell them, reaching casually for her mobile) is only one side of the coin. Flip it over, and we find her real passion, which is emphatically herself – and oh, if only she had more time to spend with this most fascinating of patients!
Where does self-obsession begin? And where, exactly, does it take us? Franz, a German cartoonist and illustrator whose last book, Shit Is Real, was an LA Times book prize finalist, has an expert eye for the neuroticism that is born of the digital age, and in this comic (translated from German by Nicholas Houde) she goes after the relentless optimisation and the untrammelled boastfulness it encourages in us. Who can possibly withstand the onslaught of these things? Who wouldn’t be taken over by exhaustion and envy? Certainly, none of her characters can do it, which is why they end up seeing Dr Sharifi.
