Having recently read The Lottery, I was excited to find a graphic novel adaptation of the short story. This one didn't really meet my expectations for a few reasons.

I think Hyman did a fantastic job of capturing and illustrating the somber, unsettling, and downright creepy mood of the story. I got some flashbacks to M. Night Shyamalan's The Village; a town which obviously drew a lot of inspiration from Jackson's quaint yet deeply fucked up town.

The art quality is fantastic. The coloring, character design, and attention to detail is great. It's Norman Rockwell meets The Village and I love it.

However, I got all the way to the acknowledgments at the end and there's no mention of Shirley Jackson. Sure, there's plenty about her in the preface (Miles Hyman is her grandson), but you'd think there would be a "thanks grandma, for being a revolutionary author who never got the appreciation or recognition she deserved in her time because her work was eclipsed by every male author in her time" but there's nothing. And this is my biggest gripe. Authors and artists know better than anyone the importance of attribution, of giving thanks where thanks is due. And especially for someone like Shirley Jackson, who was never in the limelight. There's plenty of interesting, intimate information in the preface about Hyman growing up knowing the legacy of his grandma but never really knowing her, but something about her work would have been nice to include in addition to family anecdotes. The lack of Shirley Jackson in the acknowledgements really soured the whole graphic novel for me and that's a shame.