Very hard to get presents right, but when you do, it shows. Today’s my 70th birthday, and my son just happens to have hit the spot. For years I’ve been a Joe Sacco fan. His Palestine is a mix of personal story and recent history, which tells you everything you need to know about the Occupied Territories without getting preachy of solemn. I was used to the innocent drawing style, the apparently simple language in which Sacco shows himself trying to understand what’s going on. But Great War is something else. It’s a book without a back, that opens out like a concertina, a kind of modern Bayeux Tapestry which tells the story of the first day of the Somme in hugely detailed “Where’s Willy?”-type drawings, and not a word in sight. Well, there is an accompanying booklet, and a helpful commentary, and some useful information and statistics, but the main drawings still work on their own, a gradually evolving mass of love and care and detail. No, its no use. This can’t do it justice. But I’m so glad I’ve got it.