Jay Lynch and Skip Williamson, “two seminal figures of the underground comics movement,” as the Sun-Times described them in its obit Monday, died recently, 11 days apart. Each was 72.
The late 60s was “quite a vibrant era,” she remembers. “The comix community was tightly knit. There was a real bonhomie kind of feeling, with Robert Crumb, Art Spiegelman—they would all crash at our apartment.”
“No,” says Wald. “He wasn’t nuts.
“I became a lawyer,” she remembers, “and he was sitting in a room drawing lines on paper. [The marriage] wasn’t working for him either.”
We were just kids when we united. . . . I apologize for being a crappy wife after—OK—a few years of devotion.
If there is anything I can do, please let me know. People say this stuff, but I mean it. Set up an archive/foundation in your name with a good university? Get the mean nurse fired? The good one promoted? Just let me know.”
