Two breathtaking works, both wordless, apart from one brief sequence in Flood: stories of real depth and substance, told in pictures instead of, not as well as, words.
I’m not sure how much I liked this WWII occupied Paris story of a museum curator vying with a German officer over what happens to the works of art.
Aline Kominsky-Crumb is the wife of her much more famous and lauded husband, Robert, but she’s also a talented and distinctive artist in her own right.
The first name in the title will make you think of two blues giants, and the last term sounds musical too – but you’ll probably have also spotted the fairy tale reading.
Deadpool MAX, the inevitable “but now he can say ‘fuck'” iteration of Spider-Man-with-pouches. With David Lapham on scripting chores and Modern Master Kyle Baker on art – both idiosyncratic cartoonists with little aversion to journeyman dalliances, what rough beast will emerge?
If an issue 0 (why?) has any purpose, surely it is as a promo, to entice us to add this series to our pick-list. Instead, the story deftly blends the idiotic with the dull.
Perfect Stars is the creation of Jordan Piantedosi, under the pen name Romantic. It’s a web comic that breaks the rules. It’s arty and surprising and unclassifiable. It uses traditional techniques of pen and ink and, over its five year lifespan, it’s constantly evolving.
For me, one of the most consistently and hugely enjoyable comics of recent years, here collected for your convenience. The premise is simple enough: what if a top super-team were all assholes who hated each other?
This is the first X-Men comic I’ve read since the end of Grant Morrison’s run, and it’s not bad. Not great, but not bad either.
The perfect example of the worst of faux-clever post-Watchmen comics, not least because it’s another rethinking of a gang of old characters that DC bought in.
