Monologues for Calculating the Density of Black Holes - Softcover

Anders Nilsen lives in Chicago, IL and online at margomitchell.com.

“Anders Nilsen has placed himself alongside other young comic luminaries like Kevin Huizenga and Sammy Harkham...His beautiful meditations on grief and life after loss, have made his name one that readers can rely on for work that in not only good but also meaningful....definitely one of the more rewarding reading experiences of this very young year.”
- Bryan Hood, Anthem

“The only famous artworks that fascinate like Nilsen’s stream-of-consciousness, existential farces are Samuel Beckett’s absurdist comedies.”
- Booklist

“Anders Nilsen’s deceptively ordinary drawings are used here at first to depict the common theme of isolation, loneliness, dejection and alienation―all in a seemingly unremarkable narrative set of light pencil drawings and straightforward narrative device...the book stops talking with words, and shows pure graphic simplicity the degradation of the human soul....a progression of grotesque images which convey the impossible maze of our own minds.”
- Dig Comics

“Anders Nilsen's comics have the rare power to generate queasy laughter... Random cruelty, futility, ennui, and an implied assault on human complacency are the order of the day. When Nilsen wants you to feel his boredom, or taunt you for your own, he's merciless... Nilsen is a relentlessly interesting comics creator. ...I'm looking forward to his next performance in the wasteland.”
- Byron Kerman, PLAYBACK:stl

“Anders Nilsen is a weird dude...[Monologues] help[s] cement his odd sensibilities and fantastic art...It’s a wild, gorgeous sketched ride from one of the more prominent members of the graphic novel elite.”
- Jason Schueppert, Word on the Street

“Spare and scratchy where Nilsen's other work was detailed; loose and spontaneous where his other work was considered; and funny where his other work was melancholy. It's interesting to see the many influences that inform Monologues; there's a bit of absurdists like Ionesco, elements of Tom Stoppard's wit and philosophical musings, stream of consciousness dada in the style of Tristan Tzara, and oblique New Yorker type gags with the scratchy looseness of James Thurber and Saul Steinberg.”
- Rob Clough