by Daniel Clowes
Publisher: Fantagraphics (February 24, 2015)
Softcover, 144 pages
Amazon Listing
This story was originally serialized in the first ten issues of the author's indie Fantagraphics comic Eightball. I own all the issues, yet decided to buy a copy of this book anyway (albeit at a heavily discounted price) which should tell you about the quality of the story, me being naturally cheap.
For more readings, try books by Rex Hurst.
Publisher: Fantagraphics (February 24, 2015)
Softcover, 144 pages
Amazon Listing
This story was originally serialized in the first ten issues of the author's indie Fantagraphics comic Eightball. I own all the issues, yet decided to buy a copy of this book anyway (albeit at a heavily discounted price) which should tell you about the quality of the story, me being naturally cheap.
To
say the story is odd is putting it lightly. There is very little rhyme or
rhythm to it. It seems perfectly clear the author was making it up as he went
along and tied it all together in the last chapter- sort of. Despite this there
it is a compelling take that I couldn't put down, despite having it read it
before.
Ostensibly
it is about a man named Clay who sees his former wife starring in a bizarre
BDSM porno. Still being hung up on her, he tries to find out who made the film
and discover why she left- all with a semi-tragic conclusion. The narrative is
designed to not make sense. The end here is not the important part, it is the
journey through a wasteland America populated exclusively by ugly maniacs,
deformed madmen, deranged substance abusers, weird gender bashing cultists,
pipe smoking children, dogs with no orifices, and gay psychotic policemen.
Nearly
every page, every character, has some oddity to them. That’s all who populate
this nearly empty world. The only normal one is our protagonist, which is why
his wife leaves him. It is a place where normal people cannot exist or thrive,
which isn’t until the brutal end that Clay finally finds a place in the world.
The
effect of the narrative is doubled with the author’s nightmarish style and zest
for grotesque caricatures. You can feel the loneliness, desperation, the
idiocy, the hate in their faces. If there’s one thing Clowes does well is
create memorable and horrible faces. And
they are all over this vaguely early 1960’s esthetic universe.