A stray bullet once shattered the studio's window and put a hole through the canvas I was painting. Paul starts out in gentrifying, farflung Brooklyn, with his dear friend (though not as dear as Blanche) and fellow artist Danny: 'Back when Danny bought the warehouse from a retired mechanic who used it as a chop shop for stolen BMWs, the neighborhood was a colorful place, where one constantly found oneself embroiled in all manner of adventure. Dogs are a man's best friend, because, cliche as it is, people suck. One could write an entire PhD thesis about Paul's relationship to Blanche, who although anthropomorphized, is also understandably his dearest companion. Paul, naive and romantic, oblivious and perceptive, is a seeker, believing that great art can change the world. Desperate and helpless in the face of our desire to matter, and ultimately failing miserably to do so. Part Greek Tragedy, part Shakespearean Comedy, PCC, the cult where Paul lands, is where we all land eventually. What we love always disappoints us, and everything is corrupt and hilariously so. Binder loves his characters, loves art, loves NYC. One must love and pay profound attention to a thing one viciously mocks. Pure Cosmos Club (PCC) follows a NYC visual artist, Paul, and his best friend, the disabled dog Blanche, through his shenanigans in the art world of NYC, which lands him in a cult- naturally! It is unputdownably funny and smart and truly filled me with the horror of - Good God, What is going to happen next? Oh NO! What now?

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