The alternative universe Clowes creates looks mainstream, but from panel to panel to panel, the effect is cumulatively surreal. "A lot of people say I look like one of my drawings."
"You were expecting me to have, like, eyes bulging out of my head, and to be really unkempt, were you?" he asks. The wiry guy who bounded down the stairs, smiling, to get the door is responsible for the cognitive dissonance. There is even a copy of People, along with other magazines on rack by the door. The inside has lots of dark wood and is eat-off-the-floor clean. The exterior is just-painted yellowish green.
They bought a little house on a small, quiet block in Oakland. Six months ago, Clowes and his wife Erika moved from a place in Berkeley after the landlord raised the rent.
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