** GUYS GUYS GUYS. I LURV CLOVIA SHAW. Like... I would have her babies.... if she REALLY REALLY wanted me too ( gawd Clov, don't. Women in my family don't fare well post-baby) Go find her on Twitter and enjoy!**
You know how it is when you find
that perfect neighborhood comic book store: a halloo from behind the
counter when you walk in, every customer is known by favored reads if
not name, and a staff excited that you're
excited about something they love.
Well, I didn't. Go figure it'd be
the one place in the world where my boobs made me invisible.
Then I walked into Third
Eye Comics,
and for the first time, got a cheery "Hey, guys!" that
wasn't solely intended for my husband. The owner asked me (me!) what
I was into, made a few suggestions, mentally noted what I took home,
and engaged me about it when I came back in. What. I am both
delighted and suspicious the Universal Lucy is about to yank my
football away.
Man, did I get to kick the shit
out of that football.
Third Eye, by paying attention to
me as a fan and a buyer, by noting my tastes, has turned me on to
things I never would have found browsing by myself. One of my
favorites is Chew,
by John Layman and Rob Guillory.
The protagonist of this
award-winning series is Tony Chu, a police detective recruited into
the Special Crimes Division of the FDA after he snaps and gnaws off
most of a murderer's face. You see, Chu is cibopathic—he gets
psychic impressions from the food he eats. Whatever he eats.
You see where this is going.
In the Special Crimes Division,
he has to eat a lot of disgusting things. Though the squeamish are
never spared discomfort, there's something so engaging in the
presentation that I never failed to turn to the next page. The
professional cannibalism, though regularly played for laughs, is
never fetishized. Not by Chu. He's dedicated, meticulous, and tragic,
in that nibbling on a murder victim's toe isn't necessarily worse
than choking down a hotdog.
It is
funny. The juxtaposition of the plausible (after an avian flu
epidemic, chicken is outlawed in the U.S.) with the outright wacky
(chicken-frog hybrids and plants from space that taste like…chicken)
keep the overall tone light, and some of the most laugh-out-loud
moments come from panels where there isn't any dialog at all. And
then there's Poyo. Just trust me.
The basic template is a buddy-cop
police procedural in which the conspiracy nuts are right—the
pandemic 15 years ago was no avian flu—and a trusted mentor becomes
the villain. Within that comfortable frame, reader expectations are
tweaked, turned inside out, or fulfilled with sadistic glee.
"It's got heart!" is
kind of an odd thing to throw at you now. (I mean, spine-cripplingly
busty rival USDA agents with cybernetically enhanced animal
partners.) But this series has heart. Family entanglements are
depicted with an honest rawness at times, the main antagonist is not
evil, and a refreshingly sweet romance keeps Chu's life from being
unrelentingly bleak.
In addition to a storyline that
always has a fun twist, Guillory's artwork is stunning. Just as
familiar tropes are pushed into burlesque territory, the characters'
proportions are exaggerated beyond "pretty" or "ugly,"
and stock-character attributes played up until they become something
slyer. Chu's lean asceticism is contrasted against another cibopath,
Mason Savoy, who's drawn as massive, paunchy, excessive even in his
dandyish manner of dress and affected speech. Chu, who can eat only
beets in peace, is hunched under the responsibility of his talent,
while Savoy dominates their shared space, relishing every bite he
takes unfettered.
The colors are rich but subdued,
so any use of brighter hue for a sound or object really pops. Pacing,
sense of motion, the ebb and flow of tension all feel effortless.
Yeah, I dig the art.
Obviously, Chew
hit a geek-spot for me, and despite my heavily pruned ramblings
above, I realize these things are subjective. Some may not find it
funny, satisfying, or even entertaining.
Those people wouldn't know genius
if it gnawed off most of their face.
3 comments:
I haven't bought a comic or manga in ages. And that despite the fact I'm surrounded by people reading them all the time, every-freaking-where. Clovia has convinced me to pick up Chew. Because I love dark and I love funny. Maybe this will get snatched up by a network and give Dexter a run for his money.
~Thersa
Sweet! Let me know what you think :)
LOL. Killer last line, Clovia, but then I'd expect nothing less from you.
I'm ashamed to admit this here, but I haven't read a comic book since I lost my illustrated Rubert-the-Bear hardcover back the day. But I loved the review, and as always, your voice.
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