Reviews February 2012 week two

Show me how to successfully defend a den. I’ve not managed it once yet. I’m thinking of trying something more basic first, like Mr. Bob-san’s cat flap. I fear we will have intruders.

 – Stephen on Assassin’s Creed: The Fall

Pope Hats #2 (£4-99, Adhouse Books) by Ethan Rilly.

“Excuse me, is this 26-D?”
“No, this is 26-E. Strictly for discoveries. Can’t you tell by the lighting scheme? Turn left at the Jackson Pollock.”

Franny is about to be promoted which, as we all know, means four colleagues’ workloads with no raise at all. Working in legal that means daily hell and evenings full of research. Those higher up fare no better, trying to suppress panic attacks by lying on their desks and counting the ceiling tiles only to realise their fellow associate partners have more ceiling tiles than they do. That means they have a bigger office, which in turn means they’re climbing further up the corporate ladder leaving Nina, for example, behind.

“I serve on six different committees, but Brian plays squash and has better anecdotes about the proceedings. So he’s handed the prime clients and gets to advance while I’m stagnating on a single dog file.”
“You two seem so friendly.”
Please. It’s a daily dogfight! If I don’t break past 1800 billable hours by Christmas I’ll be called into 25-H and fired. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I have nearly $200,000 in unpaid law school loans and a closet of clothes with the price tags still on.”

Meanwhile poor Franny, stressed, exhausted and suffering from insomnia, observes her flatmate Vickie’s more cavalier attitude and copes with its consequences with the patience of a saint, even when Vickie climbs through her bedroom window and flops onto Franny’s bed in the middle of the night with Peter in tow:

“Jesus – – Vickie!”
“Lost my keys again. Ooh, I’m so glad you’re here. I love you, Frannigan! Look at your silly underwear.”

I mightily enjoyed the first issue which Seth described as the best opening salvo he’d seen in years, but this is even better, with more than a dab of Kevin Huizenga / Luke Pearson to it, particularly the second story, Gould Speaks, in which a young man hurtles towards Montreal in a double-decker coach and analyses its occupants’ behaviour and the journey itself… out loud… before moving onto our obsession with measuring time, the fluctuating density of relationships and the current job market. No wonder he’s told to shut up! Brilliantly done.

So yes, finally we’ve managed to grab enough copies of this (and POPE HATS #1) from John Porcellino for the book to stay in stock long enough for me to review. I wouldn’t linger o’er long, though.


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King-Cat Comics & Stories #72 (£2-99, Spit & a Half) by John Porcellino ~

John had a time tough time of it last winter; he pretty much had his world spun out from under him with his second marriage over. And as despondent and reflective as he gets in the first half of this issue, a break into almost instantaneous and short-diary comics halfway through changes the pace and shakes things up, not just the flow of the zine but of his life too. And in the closing story about a Bruce Wayne-ish encounter with a creature of the night, that Porcellino spirit pulls through to show how spontaneous life can be.


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Paper Cutter #10 (£3-99, Tugboat Press) by Damien Jay, Jesse Reklaw, Minty Lewis ~

I’ll always remember that fateful day when I discovered LOVE & ROCKETS, EIGHTBALL, BLACK HOLE, THB and OPTIC NERVE. My eyes opened, my brain expanded with each subsequent panel, it was my radioactive truck accident, a comic bomb for my senses.

Opening a copy of PAPERCUTTER reinvigorates my love for comics in exactly the same way; each issue of this anthology introduces new old favourites and makes me want more in a most satisfying way. Plus on a purely aesthetic level, these anthologies tick every box for me. They’re printed incredibly well on great stock with attention to detail, but better than that they’re affordable, you could walk away with a handful of culture in any given issue, for under a fiver. And that in many ways is what this medium is all about.

In this issue Damien Jay delivers a tender ghost story in ‘Willy’. Each night the recently departed body of William visits her bedside. No one else will wake up to help her, it’s as if they’re under a spell, so each night she escorts Willy back and reburies him. There’s dirt under her nails, and no one can stay up through the night to help her, or at least check she isn’t sleep-walking, but there’s definitely something more to this than poor Willy will ever know. Minty Lewis (PS COMICS) supplies one of our five-a-day with one of her best stories of Apple and the other anthropomorphic fruit in her office. It’s a bitter mix of The Office and Peepshow awkwardness, and will leave you cringing despite the ability to turn the cast into a delightful summer lunch.


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Paper Cutter #11 (£3-99, Tugboat Press) by Amy Adoyzie, Jon Sukarangsan, Dustin Harbin, Lisa Rosalie Eisenberg ~

One extra long story this time round with a couple of shorts to back it up. Jon Sukarangsan gives Ryan Kelly a run for his money in Amy Adoyzie’s Lululland. Lulu is a Post-Grad washing dishes, piling debt, and dealing with the ennui which exists in the silence when you ask “What now?” When her sister offers a perfect escape, is she really in charge of her own life? This had the feel of classic OPTIC NERVE, brilliant existential fare.


Paper Cutter #11

Paper Cutter #13 (£3-99, Tugboat Press) by Matt Weigle, Col. Tim Root, Jonas Madden-Connor, Nate Beaty ~

In Orphan Baiter, Matt Wiegle delivers an absolutely hilarious Dickensian send-up. Augustus is disappointed with the meagre inheritence he’s earned, a vacant plot of land in the middle of town while he covets his late father’s large estate full of exotic animals. Thrown off the land by his father’s groundsman, Bailey (with the help of a giraffe), Augustus builds upon his lot an orphan-fed entertainment called “Pelt The Beast” in which he encourages orphaned boys to don animal masks and run around being pelted with fruit. Augustus makes a tidy sum off the fruit stand, and the orphan gets to keep any fruit that hits him. All couldn’t be better until Bailey invents a steam-powered orphan to render the cruel business obsolete! So Augustus enters Bailey into a wager, the two orphans pitted against each other: whichever orphan can insult the crowd the best and therefore get hit by more fruit wins! The winner gains the other’s estate, the stakes are high and so are the insults!


Paper Cutter #13

Paper Cutter #14 (£3-99, Tugboat Press) by Dave Rocke, Nate Beaty, Jim Rugg, Brian Maruca, Farel Dalrymple ~

Nate Beaty (who illustrates the inside cover in each issue) breaks out with a tale of vacation horror by Dave Roche. Train bound for the Grand Canyon, Dave gives up his spot in the apparently three-person cabin to give his niece and father some actual room. This is the first of a series of minor mishaps that precipitate an encounter with a paralytic passenger on an ever more crowded couch towards the tourist-heavy destination. The one-page interlude is brought to you by Jim Rugg & Brian Maruca and adds to the world they shaped in STREET ANGEL and AFRODISIAC. Bald Eagle, the one-limbed skateboarder, attempts to win a go-cart race with the help of his trusty deck and an extremely dangerous-looking firework. I guess that explains why he has only one arm! Farel Dalrymple also brings a spin-off to the table with a lost story from his breakout debut, POPGUN WAR. This completely standalone story is a gloriously surreal look at a band practice. Farel’s art is a pure joy, and as much as I look forward to him illustrating Brandon Graham’s PROPHET later this year, I would love to see more of this. And no-one draws a more reclined cat.


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Paper Cutter #15 (£3-99, Tugboat Press) by James Madden-Connor, Melinda Boyce ~

“The Most Gripping Mind-Exploding Triumphantly Electric Mind Of Our Time” is the aptly named SF by James Madden-Connor. The strange Alfie-esque alien, Dr Yacto, secretly lives in the basement of Ms Least and her young son Lavin’s home. Between helping Lavin with his homework and telling him bedtime stories he tries to find a way back to his Earth. But when he finds this world isn’t parallel to his but existing within it, more specifically in the experiment he left running at home, how will the minds of his hosts cope with the knowledge that God essentially lives in their basement? Melinda Boyce will make your face screw up like a lemon with his tale of adolescent misadventure concerning a stale ball of congealed gummey bears, a trampoline, and two front teeth. Ouch!


Paper Cutter #15 doesn’t appear to be on our system yet, but I’m sure you can just ask for it to be added to your order!

Paper Cutter #16 (£3-99, Tugboat Press) by Joey Alison Sayers, Liz Prince, Alexis Frederick-Frost, Nate Beaty ~

Joy Allison Sayers tells the hilariously grim tale of an 8th-grade science teacher slowly being distilled into a crazed lunatic by his bullying students. I know a few people in teacher training; I may have to send them this one! Liz Prince invites us into the utopia that is her mind, and Alexis tells a beautiful cyclic tale of a hunter that is just too nice for her own good.


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Paper Cutter #17 (£3-99) by James Martin & Jesse Reklaw, Calvin Wong, Corinne Mucha, Francois Vigneault, Sarah Oleksyk, Hellen Jo, Vanessa Davis, Nate Beaty ~

A break in the formula in the latest issue. All the stories are autobiographical and written by James Martin, but illustrated by an alumni of zinesters. The only names I know are Hellen Jo (JIM & JAM) and Vanessa Davis (SPANIEL RAGE, MAKE ME A WOMAN) which is brilliant as that just means I have more to discover! Like the anthology NELSON, each story here is reflected exquisitely by the artist’s style. But these stories have more space to play out as they aren’t trapped by the march of time as the creators in NELSON were. Jesse Reklaw resonates with the style of crayon-drawn superheroes in ‘The Weeper’ while managing to not look amateurish in the slightest. And in ‘Scenes From The Fire’, Calvin Wong captures the smoke-damaged remains of James’ life when his house was turned over, first by a fire, then the firemen!


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Jennifer Blood vol 1: A Woman’s Work Is Never Done s/c (£14-99, Dynamite) by Garth Ennis & Adriano Batista, Marcos Marz, Kewber Baal.

“Oh, the drama. He really did make a performance out of it. Not so I got as far as drumming my fingers and sighing, or anything – but how much blood can one man have in him? Honestly.”

Growing up, my Ma was awesome. We’d see three meals a day, a vacuumed dog, banana bread in summer, damson gin in winter, pocket money for fairs, an elaborately planted garden, the same garden defiantly dug up by the dog, and Adam Ant played 24 hours a day. Then, after she’d tucked us in at night, she took out her derringers, Uzis, nail guns, plasma rifles and hand-held cruise missiles to violate the Cheshire countryside and its livestock in a vigilante rampage that made Judge Dredd look like Bonnie Langford.

Such, I kid you not, is the premise of this latest comedy mischief from the writer of PREACHER, PUNISHER and THE BOYS. Jennifer Blood: model mother by day, vigilante by night, donning a wig and going off like a grenade, introducing a particular family of ruthless criminals to Mr. MP5 and his 10mm children. To ensure she’s not missed, her own kids are sedated but that’s de rigueur these days, helping to make Prozac a household name.

There is, however, more than a little method to her madness and what distinguishes the series – and absolutely makes it for me – is the juxtaposition of extreme violence with Jennifer’s hilariously detached, pragmatic, systematic, yet conversational daily diary discourse on getting the most out of suppressors, extracting the maximum length of human gut, and her domestic routine, all rounded off with her signature shrug of mild despair: “Honestly.” Here she’s encountering her new neighbours Jack and Laura Thomas after correctly identifying Jack as potential trouble.

“Blah, blah, blah. Nice smile (but not too nice when Jack’s looking), eyes bright, keep nodding. It’s moments like this when I really do feel like I’m playing a role. My mind always wanders. I’m talking schools but I’m thinking fields of fire. I should probably stop doing that.”

Infinitely more pleasurable as a full collection even if the robust art does wobble in the middle, this reprints #1-6, Monday to Saturday: Jennifer’s first working week getting a fifteen-year-old chip off her shoulder. You wait ‘til you meet the cheerleading Ninjettes dispatched to take care of her. Honestly.


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American Vampire vol 3 h/c (£18-99, Vertigo) by Scott Snyder & Rafael Albuquerque, Sean Murphy.

Nazis! Vampires! Nazi vampires!

Nazi vampires drawn by JOE THE BARBARIAN and HELLBLAZER: CITY OF DEMONS’ Sean Murphy!

“To play your best, you have to be fearless. You have to play like you’re playing your last gig. Every time. Play like death is at your side, her cold chin on your shoulder, because she’s exactly the girl you’re trying to take home. It’s been a long time since I played on the road, but I’ve learned that there are other times this saying works too. In war… in love… and at times like this… when you know you’ve reached the end.”

And so – after a Wild West interlude drawn by Zezelj – we move on to World War II. Neither Pearl Jones nor Skinner Sweet have aged a day nor changed one jot: Skinner is still the untamed, arrogant son of a bitch as ever, but he’s in for a rude awakening when he follows Pearl’s man to Taipan. The all-too-mortal Henry Preston has signed up for a five-man search-and-destroy mission after the Vassals Of The Morning Star receive intelligence that a brand-new breed of vampire has been discovered on the Axis-occupied island 20 miles of the coast of Japan. It’s lither, more feral and appears to have developed the hitherto unknown ability to turn a human almost instantaneously. Which would be worrying enough in its own right, but factor in the Japanese army’s tradition of combative suicide and an ingenious degree of lateral thinking, and they’re in all in very deep trouble indeed.

That one’s set in 1943, but back in 1941 Cash McCogan and Felicia Book learn of potential cure for the vampire condition which may have been developed by one Erik Pavel, a Romanian botanist and expert on plant-produced, photo-reactive compounds. Unfortunately the castle he’s holed up in – one of those imposing, mountain-top affairs – has been taken over by the Germans. For Cash the stakes could not be higher. He has a son caged up in the Vassal’s basement, yet another victim of Skinner Sweet’s ruthless cruelty, while Felicia Book feels personally responsible for his infection. So both are dispatched posing as wealthy donors to the Nazi cause only to discover that the Nazi cause has espoused another, equally supremacist faction. And there are other things, far, older, stashed away in the caves below…

For more, please see AMERICAN VAMPIRE VOL 1 co-written by Stephen King.


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Fractured Fables s/c (£14-99, Image) by Ben Templesmith, Bryan Talbot, Terry Moore, Shannon Wheeler, Bill Morrison, Jill Thompson, Scott Morse, Peter David, Larry Marder, Ted McKeever, Nick Spencer & more.

Mischievous mistreatment of your favourite bedtime stories.

Talbot and D’Errico retell ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ from the wolf’s point of view (sheep dip isn’t a particularly appetising side-dish), ‘Little Miss Muffet’ by Royden Lepp is a take on pet spiders so dark as to be laugh-out-loud hilarious, and whilst you may think Derek McCulloch & Anthony Peruzzo are following the misadventures of a spectacularly dim Rapunzel, it’s a case of mistaken identity on both counts!

The real gem, however, is Terry Moore’s illustrated prose take on The Frog And The Princess:

“One day, Gertie was standing by a well near the castle stables, texting a friend, when a loud noise startled her so that she dropped her phone. Plop! Plop! Splash! went the phone, down the well, into the muddy water where all the mosquitoes lived. Oh, the princess was mad! She cried. She wailed. She even said a bad word that no nice girl should ever say unless she catches her husband making a fool of himself with a tart half his age.”

On top of that startling departure for an all-ages book of olde worlde pageantry, Terry delivers some top-notch throwaway visual gags whilst coming off all Giles, like Gertie later on heaving a full-sized red telephone box down the well, complete with long, striped scarf. Of everyone, Terry has positively thrown himself into the endeavour, although I have to concede that I have no idea how Peter David, illustrated by Juan Ferreyra, came up with his ‘Little Mermaid’ scenario! Lastly, whilst not note-perfect, Neil Kleid and Fernando Pinto’s ‘House That Jack Built’ is so ebulliently anarchic that, like Jack himself, you may prefer staying in a hotel.


Fractured Fables softcover

Winter Soldier #1 (£2-25, Marvel) by Ed Brubaker & Butch Guice.

Spinning out of Brubaker’s own exceptional CAPTAIN AMERICA series – and following the surprise revelations of his FEAR ITSELF: CAPTAINAMERICA one-shot – comes a series necessarily more covert in nature since the world once more believes that Bucky Barnes is dead. The last time was after a plane disaster in WWII, although in truth Barnes had been captured by the Russians, cryogenically frozen and brainwashed into becoming their occasional stealth assassin. Unfortunately there were three other such Sleepers in stasis tubes that have since been shipped toUS soil and someone’s been sold their locations.

So far Bucky and his lover, the former Russian superspy codenamed Black Widow, have arrived just in time to be too late, finding the stasis tubes empty. And so desperate have they been to prevent the acquisition then activation of the Sleeper Agents, they’ve charged in too fast to take in the details: whom they’re up against and the true nature – or identity – of their target. Not as obvious as you might think.

Shadows and light. Like the weather itself – rain, sleet and snow at midnight– the colouring by Bettie Breitweiser is beautifully bleak: an erosion of Butch Guice’s phenomenal form and frantic action so that it’s like being in the frenzied firefight yourself. It’s also a well written relationship and the best Marvel Universe form that Brubaker’s been on since the first three years of CAPTAIN AMERICA itself.


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Fatale #2 (£2-75, Image) by Ed Brubaker & Sean Phillips.

“Even a rabid dog has its uses.”

Desperate measures for instant results mean that everyone’s moving faster than they intended. There will be casualties, yes. Still Brubaker and Phillips have held back on the horror, so for now it feels just like period CRIMINAL, which couldn’t make me happier.
We have restocks of FATALE #1 reviewed at great length here. Best series so far of the year.


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Batman: Gates Of Gotham s/c (£10-99, DC) by Scott Snyder, Kyle Higgins, Ryan Parrot & Trevor McCarthy, Graham Nolan, Dustin Nguyen, Derec Donovan.

“The family will fall by the Gates of Gotham.”

When a terrorist blows up three Gotham bridges at once, it’s immediately assumed by Batman (Dick Grayson) and Red Robin (Tim Drake) that the Gates of Gotham are exactly that: its bridges. But only one of those bridges is a gateway, the other two are internal, and the Gates in question aren’t what but who. I’ve not read it, but I issue a cautionary note in the interests of honesty: Scott Snyder supplies some of the plot but none of the dialogue.


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Assassin’s Creed: The Fall s/c (Deluxe Ed’n) (£13-99, Ubisoft) by Cameron Stewart, Karl Kerschl.

“Ah, Ezio, another page of The Codex! What a surprise. Just this once, you couldn’t have brought prosecco and a panini…? No matter, let’s see… Hmmm… If I transpose the letters for numbers, the directions for plumbers, and the lint in my belly button for the leaves in my tea… Yessss… It is perfectly clear to me now! It is essential that you assassinate every minstrel in town. You will gain nothing, but I will be rid of my headache.”

I love Assassin’s Creed. After the Baroque, the Italian Renaissance is my favourite era of art history and Venice my most treasured (and visited) city in the world. To scale then dive-bomb off the all the Florentine landmarks was a dream come true. It was certainly one way to conquer my crippling fear of heights, and I could not believe the lighting. On the other hand I quickly developed a Pavlovian reaction to each city’s minstrels: come anywhere near me with a lute and I will garrotte you. You couldn’t commit a worse crime if you’d cried for a team hug. It doesn’t matter if I’m executing the final few seconds of an intricate, fifteen-minute stealth-athon, it’s an emphatic Hey Nonny “No!” from me.

Imagine my relief, then, to enter Constantinoplein Assassin’s Creed: Revelations. No minstrels!* Oh, there are the begging women who get in the way and spoil my stride, and I can’t kill them ‘cause they’re laydeez. But see, they’re not strumming and humming the same stupid tune on a loop that makes me see read.

So what do we have here? Ubisoft have reclaimed the Wildstorm mini-series and added an exclusive prologue (which they call an epilogue) to ASSASSIN’S CREED: THE CHAIN which will presumably be published at some point. There’s also a further 28-page section of extras including history, artists’ field research and an unused 3-page sequence featuring Ezio himself before they opted to go with Assassin Nikolai Orelov instead. Following a thwarted attempt to dispatch Tsar Alexander III on his way by train to St. Petersburg (see history lesson), the Mentor dispatches Nikolai to Tunguska in 1908 in search of the Staff of Eden which the Templars are experimenting on using electricity. I repeat:Tunguska, 1908, electricity. Can you spell ‘Nicolas Tesla?’ (“Rot in hell, Thomas!” snarls Tesla, as he pulls the switch – nice touch!) Meanwhile in the year 2000 – and in the run-up to a certainUSelection – a young drunk called Daniel is plagued by hallucinations: flashes of combat in European languages he can’t comprehend. Discovered one night in a violent rage by a modern-day Assassin’s cell, he’s taken in much against his will. They’re convinced he’s one of them: he has the visions, he has the tattoo… so why is he not on their records?

Me, I’d rather play the computer games than read comicbook franchise spin-offs, but I will say this: the creators have taken the opportunity afforded here to radically depart from the game-play requirements – namely, that you win. Also, it’s the modern-day sequences which are the real attraction and to focus on the American election in which George Bush steals the country from its electorate was damnably clever. I wondered what on earth they were on: surely the writers can’t interfere with history? That’s part of Assassin’s Creed’s charm, that it dovetails so imaginatively with what’s already known. Well, you wait and see, you wait and see.

Mission: read this book on the bus without being spotted, causing a disturbance or missing your stop. For full synchronisation: using your eagle vision, identify the miscreant playing minstrel music on their iPod, gather their headphone wire from behind and silently strangle them. Make sure they’re dead. Seriously, take no chances. Destroy the iPod.

Upgrades available throughout Nottingham City Centre (see map):

a) Protect Page 45 from stumbling junkie theft.
b) Poison anyone playing a penny whistle.
c) Assassinate a traffic warden.
d)ReclaimNottinghamCityCouncil from the tossers currently running it.
e) Investigate whyNottingham’s Mayor is allowed to park on the pavement outside Natwest Bank between 10-30am and4pmwhen the whole of the city centre is out of bounds for those legitimately delivering to retailers.
f) Read Page 45’s other game tie-in graphic novel reviews especially SILENT HILL.
g) Blog or Tweet this review to your gaming friends/colleagues.
h) Show me how to successfully defend a den. I’ve not managed it once yet. I’m thinking of trying something more basic first, like Mr. Bob-san’s cat flap. I fear we will have intruders.

For more on Nicolas Tesla, please see Jeff Smith’s masterful science fiction series, RASL. Also, please note: there is no version that is anything other than ‘deluxe’. I think Ubisoft simply added that to the title to distinguish it from the collected edition which Wildstorm solicited but were never allowed to print.

* Big love to whichever customer promised me, further in, a moment of extreme satisfaction. I got there; you weren’t kidding!


Assassin’S Creed: The Fall softcover (Deluxe Ed’N)


Arrived, Online & Ready To Buy

Reviews to follow or already up if they’re softcover of hardcovers. Or vice-versa in the case of UNDERTOW. Regardless, you can now go straight to these books in the shopping area simply by clicking on their titles! Hurrah!

The Life And Death Of Fritz The Cat h/c (£12-99, Fantagraphics) by Robert Crumb

Undertow hardcover (£14-99, Soaring Penguin) by Ellen Lindner

Jinchalo (£14-99, D&Q) by Matthew Forsythe

King Conan vol 1: The Scarlet Citadel (£10-99, Dark Horse) by Timothy Truman & Tomas Giorello

iZombie vol 3: Six Feet Under And Rising (£10-99, Vertigo) by Chris Roberson & Michael Allred

Johnny Red vol 2: Red Devil Rising (£14-99, Titan) by Tom Tully & Joe Colquhoun

Quest For The Spark: A Bone Novel: Book Two (£8-50, Schoastic) by Tom Sniegoski

Batman: Time And The Batman s/c (£10-99, DC) by Grant Morrison, Fabian Nicieza & Tony Daniels, David Finch, Cliff Richards, Andy Kubert, Frank Quitely

Superman: The Black Ring vol 1 softcover (£10-99, DC) by Paul Cornell & Pete Woods

Fantastic Four: Season One hardcover (£18-99, Marvel) by Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa & David Marquez

New Avengers vol 2 s/c (£14-99, Marvel) by Brian Michael Bendis & Stuart Immonen, Daniel Acuna, Mike Deodata, Howard Chaykin

Fear Itself: Secret Avengers h/c (£18-99, Marvel) by Nick Spencer, Cullen Bunn & Scot Eaton, Peter Nguyen

Daken: Dark Wolverine vol 3: The Pride Comes Before The Fall h/c (£14-99, Marvel) by Rob Williams & Michele Bertilorenzi, Matteo Buffagni, Riley Rossmo

GTO: 14 Days In Shonan vol 1 (£8-50, Vertical) by Tori Fujisawa

Sailor Moon vol 3 (£8-50, Kodansha) by Naoko Takeuchi

Arisa vol 5 (£8-50, Kodansha) by Natsumi Ando

Arisa vol 6 (£8-50, Kodansha) by Natsumi Ando

Black Butler vol 8 (£8-99, Yen) by Yana Toboso

Negima! vol 33 (£8-99, Kodansha) by Ken Akamatsu

Fairy Tail vol 17 (£8-50, Kodansha) by Hiro Mashima

Had a smashing time last Friday watching Eddie Campbell laugh his way through THE LOVELY HORRIBLE STUFF slide-show in London. The titular “stuff” is money, the graphic novel is due out in May, and you can learn more by clicking on that link. Funnier still was his section on Alan Moore’s script for FROM HELL, and the insane level of detail Eddie was supposed to incorporate into each tiny panel. Funnier and funnier and funnier!

Anyway, I zapped back up the motorway on Saturday only to find Eddie, Anne and wee Hayley Campbell all on my snow-covered doorstep on Sunday. Typical. We spent the entire afternoon and evening skidding across Nottingham’s icy pavements in an eight-hour pub crawl with screenwriter Michael Eaton and, let me tell you, I am loaded with gossip. Good job I’ve no time to blog right now.

In case you missed me tweet it, here are the Comics And Graphic Novels Due Out From April Onwards.

 – Stephen

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