Here's an article you might like which is a woman's perspective of why she likes and relates to Clowes.
For me, ironically, it showcases all of the things that I hate about him and why I think he is a misogynist.
His woman are the "manic pixie dream girl" type, although more of the Hipster. But it's really the whole trope of "she's not like other girls!". She doesn't go to the mall, she listens to 45 rpm swing records!
That was every girl I was friends with in high school and I totally get why they did love seeing a book that showed girls like themselves...But this isn't a young woman exploring herself, it's a 40 year old Artist dude.
I'm not into third wave feminism, but can we agree that a man hating on women for embracing feminine characteristics as being vapid, shallow, unintellectual, is just as patriarchal as the other end of the spectrum? Only valuing women for qualities that are valued in men isn't feminist. It's objectification on another level; it's not sexual it's egotistical.
Those aren't just male values, but they are Daniel Clowes' values. He doesn't hate women, on the contrary he constantly talks about how great they are... because his women are just objects to fulfill his needs and bolster his insecurities as a man.
Full stop. I do it too. I see myself just as much in him and that's why I recognize and feel the need to point out the problematic nature of it. The difference is that I don't write books about women that reinforce those views and instead I work on trying to find parity in my relationships with women.
A man has to use time travel to save his wife. How cliche. That's one right out of the book. Violence/ death of a woman in order to motivate and give characterization to a man...Nothing misogynistic about that trope.
Spread out all around us is a petrified world, a world of Things, where we ourselves, our gestures, and even our feelings figure in as Things. Nothing can belong to us as truly our own in such a landscape of death. Under commodity occupation the most concrete truth about everything is the truth of it's infinite replaceablity.