JULIE DOUCET is done with autobiography.
Throughout the 1990s and early 2000s, the Montreal artist built a following for her comics, which featured unapologetically sloppy, crude female protagonists and stories detailing menstrual mishaps, sexual encounters, and dirty apartments. Her graphic novels, including 1991’s autobiographical My New York Diary, continue to attract a generation of new fans, although she hasn’t produced any new comics work since the 2007 graphic memoir 365 Days. “I suppose I could be drawing comics about having my period for the rest of my life and people would love it, but that’s just not interesting at all,” she says.