My favourite of Noe's (so far).
A wheelchair and stroke-muted Gil Spam is attending a retrospective of his 50's pin-up art. His granddaughter and a young male fan discourse pretentiously about each picture, humourously sending-up the drivel-spouters of the art appreciation world, while silent Spam is prompted to recall the inspiration behind each picture. Spam was a horrible misogynistic fiend, and the book has it both ways by disapproving of the terrible mores of the 50's, yet enjoying his macho antics. A guilty pleasure, perhaps, but a great pleasure for a' that. The wistfulness of an old man's loss of virility is strangely touching, even if it probably is for the best that his caducity renders him no longer potent. The contrast in atmosphere between the contemporary parts and the bits set in the 50's is very well evoked.
The art is the usual sketch-like excellence.