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Two guys walk in a bar…

Well, it doesn’t have to be a bar. It could happen in a café, in the bus, or in the elevator.

… and they start about girls. About the girl they’ve always lusted after, about the girl they loved, about all the trouble they got into because of girls.

You don’t always get the complete story but you hear enough to know enough.

Sometimes, there’s just that one guy who does all the talking and he’s delivering his sermon on girls, he’s laying out his manifesto on the problem with women, he’s confessing why he can’t live without them.

You know what I’m talking about?

Then that’s exactly what you’ll get when you read Alan Navarra’s GIRL TROUBLE.

It reads like a transcript of several guys (or is it just one guy’s) discussion of women. It reads like rambling poem, like two DJs who thought they were off the air and talked about the things that shouldn’t be broadcast.

Aside from the rambling transcript, GIRL TROUBLE is told through a series of black-and-white photos and graphic designed pages. There’s a certain point when the book just shows you all these images and doesn’t make sense (but it does); same way when you see non sequitur visuals in a dream (but it’s now someone else’s dream).

If you’re going to read GIRL TROUBLE, I suggest you don’t try to read all of it in one sitting. Read a couple of pages. Do something else. Then come back to it. Maybe it’ll make more sense that way. It’s as if you were listening to the conversation of the two guys in the next table, but had to leave and when you got on the bus, you start to overhear the conversations of two other guys.



GIRL TROUBLE by Alan Navarra
Published by Visual Print Enterprises

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