I learned something from my graphic novel this week. I learned about the Plymouth Mod Tops. Our main character, whose waitress name is Madge, buys one as her first car. 1969 Plymouth Satellite Mod Top. This sent me down a rabbit hole and I’m still pretty excited about it. They’re a rarity, which is too bad because I pretty much NEED one now.
I was doubtful when I started this book. It was bigger than I was expecting and had a lot more words that I was expecting and was printed in a greenish ink that made it hard to read in bed. But I powered through and I was glad that I did. Madge, who starts out as Margaret, is an art student but she is denied financial aid for her final year of college and asks for a job at a diner that she stumbled upon on a whim. Lazlo, the manager, asks for a joke and she tells him one just like that she becomes a dish washer.
It’s the late 1970’s. The hippies are dying out and punk rock is being born. The restaurant is ripe with the usual dramas: hook ups and break ups. There are drugs and drinking, drag queens and lesbians. It’s basically the movie Waiting moved back a few decades. It was good. I found myself chuckling and laughing and wanting to wear vintage dresses listen to my punk albums. Plus, I still really need a Mod Top.