George Harriman probably has a fascinating story, especially seen through Tisserand’s lens of race and class in early twentieth century New Orleans, Los Angeles, and New York City. But Tisserand narrates *every* detail of Herriman’s work life, without drawing out a strong narrative through-line. I was 1/4 of the way through the book when I gave up; Herriman hadn’t even launched Krazy Kat yet.