A visual game of detective ping-pong slowed to a tantalising crawl, the multiple bats being all manner of reflective surfaces from wing-mirrors to light bulbs to gold-capped teeth – and in one notable instance the camera lens of an orbiting space satellite.
– Stephen on 3 Seconds
Friends With Boys s/c (£11-99, First Second) by Faith Erin Hicks.
“I… I don’t want to be here.”
I knew I’d be hooked from the very first page: the early morning light creeping up in the sky and so sweeping down through Maggie’s low bedroom window, over her duvet and assorted objects scattered across the floor. You wait until you get outside, though: the leafy, late-summer cemetery dappled in shadow, its listing gravestones stretching as far as the eye can see. The home front itself is very Bryan Lee O’Malley, while both the wistful and exuberant expressions put me immediately in mind of Tim Fish. I also suspected a Ross Campbell influence in the eyes, but wasn’t sure until I saw the preparatory sketchwork in the back where the body form and facial proportions of young punk Lucy (bottom centre, if you already have the book) positively scream of WET MOON’s Cleo.
It’s all quite beautiful, while the humour is gentle and charming, flushed with the occasional comedy cartoon flourish, delightfully choreographed and underplayed, as when older brother Daniel “separates” his twin brothers fighting at the bottom of the stairs, dragging them, limp, and cross-eyed into breakfast.
It’s teenage Maggie’s first day at school – her very first day: up until now she’s been tutored at home by her mum. So were her brothers until high school loomed, then Daniel, Zander and Lloyd each left to learn how to learn socially: to mix and mingle. Now it’s Maggie’s turn but, never having made friends outside the close family unit before, she’s feel more than a little trepidatious. Who wouldn’t? Also, receiving any new timetable is daunting enough, but it’s worse when you don’t know a school’s layout. They should give you a map! Is that a thing they do now? They don’t give Maggie a map but, ever resourceful, she makes one of her own, noting potential pitfalls like “Makeout Stairwell. AVOID!!”
Punk-haired Alistair and younger sister Lucy don’t seem to have any friends, either, and there’s an undercurrent of animosity between Alistair and the blonde volley-ball jock called Matt. Stranger still, Daniel, whom Maggie doesn’t just love but admires, actively warns her against Alistair, even though Alistair and Lucy could neither have been kinder nor more welcoming. If anything, you’d have thought the decidedly unsporty thespian Daniel would have sided with them against Matt. What on earth has been happening at school while Maggie’s been sheltered at home?
There’s so much that Faith Erin Hicks has packed in to this sympathetic and emotionally complex scenario. Maggie has only ever known Daniel in a family context, so is pleased but disconcerted to find him so popular – it’s slightly… alienating. She doesn’t understand her other two brothers’ resentment about how others expect them to behave as twins as if it’s their defining characteristic. And, of course, Mom has left home and Maggie doesn’t understand why, but harbours a nasty suspicion that it is all her fault, based on several uncomfortable memories.
I loved seeing Maggie and Lucy bonding over the passions they introduce to each other: Alien and Patti Smith.
“Um… I’m sorry, but who’s Patti Smith…?”
“Oh my God! Okay, you’re coming over to my house this weekend, and we are doing some serious music swappage.”
It’s not like Maggie has been remotely emotionally stunted through home schooling – she’s far from shy – but it’s wonderful to see her blossom and discover for the first time the joys of having her first female friend. Meanwhile Alistair, as I say, does nothing but embrace and nurture his younger sister’s new friendship with Maggie, even smoothing it out after Lucy initially puts her foot in it – several times! So what is Daniel even on about?
I find this utterly faultless and recommend it not just to young teen readers – both to boys and to girls – but to anyone who cares about them and loves a creator who evidently does so too.
I haven’t even mentioned the ghost, have I?
SLH
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3 Seconds (£14-99, Jonathan Cape) by Marc-Antoine Mathieu.
Now, this is innovative.
I’ve never experienced anything like it, although its inspiration may well lie in Veronique Tanaka AKA Bryan Talbot’s METRONOME, the loudest silent comic I have ever read.
3 SECONDS, on the other hand, is deathly silent: a visual game of detective ping-pong slowed to a tantalising crawl, the multiple bats being all manner of reflective surfaces from wing-mirrors to light bulbs to gold-capped teeth – and in one notable instance the camera lens of an orbiting space satellite. Each bounces the perspective off at a different angle in a different direction, closing in on its destination panel by panel until another clue looms into view – sometimes a previous scenario now seen from a more revealing angle – and the trajectory changes once more.
During the story’s three virtually frozen seconds a crime is committed while others – its motivation – are there to be discerned.
It’s drawn in chilling black and white in the cleanest of clinical lines. The magnification process actually left me quite queasy. Clever, though – very, very clever.
SLH
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Vern And Lettuce s/c (£6-99, DFC) by Sarah McIntyre.
Vern is a park keeper, a job that doubles as an all-you-can-eat buffet when you’re a sheep, and all he really has to worry about are biker Moles wrecking his immaculate green. His neighbour, Lettuce, in the flat below is the oldest daughter in a huge family of bunny rabbits, who is lumbered with looking after her many excitable, poopin’ brothers and sisters. The early one-page comics here are brisk set-ups for puns, but quickly evolve into clever explorations of stereotypes and prejudices when a family of Polar Bears move into their block after their ice floe melted. It’s snow joke.
In ‘Lettuce And Vern’s Pop At Fame’ our bustling bunny becomes enthralled by Ricky Renard’s Barnyard Talent and convinces Vern to pick up a musical instrument and audition with her in the big city. All Vern can rustle up is a tuba, and together with Lettuce who is convinced her singing voice is magic, they get on the bus… in the wrong direction! Worse still than a night in the middle of the countryside are the stowaways in Vern’s tuba; good thing he’s down with the bunnies.
Sarah has a great talent for creating worlds full of amusing and topical embellishments. In much the same way Raymond Briggs stories will feature a telling book spine or newspaper headline casually in the background, the visual clutter – which we all know is half the fun when you’re a kid – intrigues and inspires questions from inquisitive young minds.
TR
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God Is Dead #1 of 6 (£2-99, Avatar) by Jonathan Hickman, Mike Costa & Di Amorim.
“Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”
– WB Yeats, The Second Coming
May 2015, and over the course of two or three days Greece, Norway, Egypt, the Yucatan and India are all visited by disasters so catastrophic they cannot possibly be natural. Two weeks later the Vatican in Rome, Italy, is visited by a man in sandals and a big white beard. He gazes scornfully up at the Sistine Chapel ceiling, at God bequeathing life unto Adam.
“I see. Ridiculous.”
It’s Zeus.
The Gods have returned – and not just one pantheon: Odin, Thor, Loki; Horus, Anubis, Bast; Quetzalcoatl, Huitzilopochtli, Tezcatlipoca; Vishnu, Shiva, Brahma; Zeus, Ares, Aphrodite.
The world goes wild – mass hysteria on a global scale. Human sacrifices are reinstated, governments are toppled, voices of reason experience conversion and the President of the United States of America sits shaking and crying. Meanwhile, down in the sewers, an underground Collective of atheists has assembled, some of whom you may find familiar. As it is below, so it is above: a conclave of all five pantheons gathered in Valhalla with a map of the world spread out before them. I think we can consider this war.
Funnily, I thought I was reading another creator-owned Image comic. If you’ve picked up the regular cover (and why would you not, with its Jonathan Hickman trademark design?), you probably thought so too. When I discovered the Avatar adverts in the back it all made perfect sense.
The interior art is a little stiff on the figure and face front, but Zeus on the Vatican throne is particularly impressive, as are the worldwide snapshots both early on and as Odin sends forth his obsidian messengers to various tombs and temples. The colours are best there too – subtle yet glossy.
There’s no padding here. It’s immediate, direct and concise: a succession of gongs banging like Big Ben chimes, and I think you’ll find the American army’s reaction hilariously predictable.
“Cut the hardline, son – we’re going off the reservation. Time to show everyone why even God should fear the United States military. Now go over there and fish me out the launch codes.”
SLH
Buy God Is Dead #1 and read the Page 45 review here
Morning Glories vol 5 s/c (£9-99, Image) by Nick Spencer & Joe Eisma.
Action and identity; time, cause and effect.
So complex has this series become that reading MORNING GLORIES is like embarking on the most cryptic of crossword puzzles: the answers to 11 Down can only be gleaned once both 15 and 24 Across have provided at least two of its letters. Even so, there remains the question of 11 Down itself which, once solved, reveals the clues to three more interconnection conundrums you never knew existed plus the answer to 28 Across immediately, in its entirety, and in pulsating day-glo letters.
The very first chapter is a perfect example, wherein you finally learn of the connection between precociously gifted, blonde student Casey and the raven-haired harridan Ms. Georgina Daramount, her teacher. “But, no, wait! If that’s true then OMG! I’m going to have to re-read books one, two, three and four immediately!” Yes, you are. You certainly cannot start here!
MORNING GLORIES is, on its surface, about a sequestered and sinister academy for the young and rich or ridiculously talented. But no, the pupils have been selected on far more rigorous criteria than it first appears after a much longer and more searching selection process than you can imagine. MORNING GLORIES VOL 1, however many questions it poses, is deceptively simple. Much broader plans with much graver consequences are in motion.
“When we play a game of chess, we have rules we adhere to, don’t we? An agreement between players. This is the board, these are the pieces, this is how they can move. But then, let’s say suddenly, in the middle of the game, I just – instead of moving my bishop diagonally, I move her – well, it doesn’t matter – I just jump her over to the other side of the board.”
“You can’t. You can’t do that.”
“But I did.”
“Well, fine, but you wouldn’t be playing chess anymore.”
“Exactly.”
As gripped as I am, I have to come clean: the art has its weaknesses which I’d thought would have been cleaned up by now. Some are perfectly sleek and sexy, and some sequences pack as much punch as you could ask for. Other pages which should pack more power, however, like what could become of the school, fail through lack of detail: it looks like a miniature model made from thin, plastic pieces. Secondly, with such an intricately woven plot, the characters should be much more clearly defined: you have t know immediately and with certainty that you are looking at the same character, especially if in the unlikeliest scenario, or that you’re looking at someone completely different so as not to confuse identities. That doesn’t always happen here.
Never mind, it hasn’t put me off, and if ere the artist my mind would be busy melting at the mind-fucks of Nick Spencer’s plot twists.
My favourite scene is a flashback (for some) outside Casey’s previous school where her teacher, Danielle Clarkson, is trying to persuade Casey’s mother to apply for a position at Morning Glory Academy. I can’t really tell you why it’s my favourite scene without spoiling multiple surprises, but it involves the mother’s eloquent expression, not just of her love for Casey, but her respect: her sincere and specific regard for her child.
It’s more than a mother’s love. It’s beautiful.
SLH
Buy Morning Glories vol 5 s/c and read the Page 45 review here
The Man Of Tango (£8-99, Sublime) by Tetuzoh Okadaya.
“I don’t need commentary! Please stop!”
Yes, it can be slightly off-putting, though others find sex-talk a hard-on. Unfortunately for Hiro that’s part of the deal with Yaoi sex scenes, and you are hereby advised that this has an Outrage Factor of 50. Sorry, let me be explicit: this is explicit.
It’s also a great deal more tender than most yaoi, and a lot less fucked up: Angel and Hiro do stand a chance of bringing each other happiness for many years to come as the epilogue attests, largely because they actually bother to communicate rather than stare hopelessly at the metaphorical ceiling for five years, drowning in self-loathing and self-recrimination. There is, however, the initial, traditional hand-wringing of “OMG I am actually doing this with a bloke” to be done, but at least he’s actually doing it at the time, thereby multi-tasking. Who says that guys can’t multi-task?
Angel is a successful teacher of tango, and has been for many years. He’s a little shy of 40, so that’s kinda different for a start. (Also, the art is less pretty-pretty – slightly bulkier and verging, on more fully-pencilled pages, close to Tom Of Finland.) But Angel’s finding it difficult to feel anything – I don’t mean for his friends, I mean potential suitors. He’s actually very fond of flatmate Bene, his female dance partner for 8 years, and shows it; also of aging cobbler and talented tanguero Pepe. But fundamentally he hasn’t ever fallen in love and is lonely.
Enter Hiro (well, not quite yet – give him a drink or two first), who’s half-Latino, half-Japanese, abandoned by his father and cruelly abused by his over-nationalistic grand-father, disgusted at this half-breed. An evening of kindness and a bucketload of booze sees all this and far more finally spilling out. And you know how the next morning you sometimes cannot remember a thing for a few hours, then it all comes gradually creeping back…? That. Also, Hiro’s cell phone got mixed by mistake with that of his girlfriend of two years, Shiho, which is how two of my friends discovered that their husbands were having affairs: cell phones. Seems Shiho’s been playing away too.
So anyway, the tango, eh? Dancing as conversation and Angel knows all the smooth moves.
“Hiro… Hiro… What is it you want? Whatever it is you’re lacking… arms to hold you… affectionate words… unwavering love… I will give you everything you need…
“I will give you tango.”
Who could resist?
Hiro, you have most emphatically been tango-ed.
SLH
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Doctor Strange & Doctor Doom: Triumph & Torment s/c (£12-99, Marvel) by Roger Stern, Gerry Conway, Bill Mantlo & Mike Mignola, Kevin Nowlan, Gene Colan…
The blurb on the back would have you believe this is the finest Doctor Doom graphic novel ever written. I think there might well be several occasions he has been used to finer effect within the pages of Fantastic Four, e.g. in Mark Millar’s all too brief but glorious two book run: FANTASTIC FOUR: WORLD’S GREATEST and FANTASTIC FOUR: THE MASTER OF DOOM. But, with that said, it is probably the best solo Doctor Doom story per se that I can think of, and also the best Doctor Strange one. This is from back in the day, originally released as an over-sized trade, and it reads just as well as it did back then.
The time has come for the Vishanti to pick a new Sorcerer Supreme and all the various mystical runners and riders have been summoned to a deserted temple complex to prove their worth with a magical contest to complete what looks like a very simple task. It’s not, obviously. Once the dust has settled, Dr. Strange has triumphed but the only other person to complete the task, and thus runner-up, is somewhat of a surprise. To everyone except himself, of course, he’s just surprised he didn’t win! No prizes of the first, second or indeed no variety for guessing whom I am referring to.
As the new Sorcerer Supreme the good Doctor is duty bound to offer his assistance one time only to… errr… the bad Doctor in any particular way he requests. Much to Dr. Strange’s surprise, and relief, it isn’t world domination, but help in defeating a foe far beyond Victor’s magical prowess, the demon Mephisto, to reclaim his mother’s lost soul. Great fun with Victor, as ever, in as curmudgeonly form as his equally irascible namesake, Victor Meldrew.
This new edition comes with a couple of such excruciatingly awful and totally pointless back-up Sub-Mariner tales, that I have absolutely no idea why Marvel has included them here.
JR
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Nova vol 1: Origin h/c (£18-99, Marvel) by Jeph Loeb & Ed McGuinness…
It’s Nova, but not as we know it. New Nova, new helmet, but also Jeph Loeb so it’s the same old shit. Well, that is slightly harsh, perhaps, but, why in blue blazes do we need a new Nova? I rather liked the old one, the original buckethead himself, Richard Rider. Given Peter Quill a.k.a. Starlord has made a miraculous return from the Cancerverse where he and Nova where last seen apparently sacrificing themselves to save our universe by staying behind, I presume it is only a matter of time before he returns. Except Richard might not have been Earth’s original bucket bonced defender as this version, Sam Alexander, has inherited his helmet from his dad. Yes, it really is Kid Nova this time (New Warriors in-joke for those not getting the reference), as he is forced to embark on a crash course in herodom assisted by Rocket Racoon and Gamora. Trite, clichéd, painful really. I can’t see this run lasting long.
JR
Buy Nova vol 1: Origin h/c and read the Page 45 review here
Green Lantern: Rise Of The Third Army h/c (£22-50, DC) by Geoff Johns, Peter Tomasi, Peter Milligan, Tony Bedard & Doug Mahnke, Christian Alamy, Ivan Reis, Joe Prado…
“Where would you suggest I start?”
“It’s a moving conveyor belt, just jump on. Just remember you can jump off again.”
A question I frequently encounter, and my usual rejoinder with respect to reading superhero comics. I guess Green Lantern is relevant in a sense as I have recommended a number of people to read Geoff John’s now very extended run on the title as their entry point to current supes, particularly of the DC variety (begin with GREEN LANTERN: REBIRTH). I had apparently dropped off the conveyor belt, though, as I was rather surprised upon starting to read this weighty tome to find that Hal Jordan and Sinestro, recent bosom ring buddies (hmm, just realised how that sounds…), are both dead.
Well, not really, obviously, but temporarily sidelined long enough to introduce a new black Green lantern who now has their ring. He’s a Muslim as well, and guess what, the authorities suspect him of being a terrorist. I did sigh inwardly at that point, but actually, it is all setting up a nice piece of misdirection. He’s an interesting new addition to the ring-slinging fold, though once Sinestro and Hal return it’ll be interesting to see who gets keep possession of the ring. That is a story for another time, though. This huge crossover is more concerned with the Guardians’ latest round of pan-Galactic genocide due to temporary insanity. This time around they’ve used their own DNA to create a sort of living virus that overwrites any and all sentient life it comes into contact with, thus removing that most pesky of entropy promoters, free will. Cue the Lanterns to rescue.
There are a number of interesting side-stories going on as Guy is stripped of his ring (again), John is on a mission to help Mogo reassemble himself, and Kyle is trying to attempt control of all the various elements of the emotional spectrum to turn himself into a White Lantern. Meanwhile, if the Lanterns do manage to stop the Guardians, up next is the person the Guardians have been siphoning power off for this dastardly scheme, the mysterious First Lantern. Cue the next crossover.
Fair do’s to long-term GL and GL Corps writers, Geoff Johns and Peter Tomasi, plus their writing cohorts here, Peter Milligan and Tony Bedard, you have to say they do a good job of writing extremely long-term storylines that weave in and out of the various titles quite nicely. I did feel slightly jaded (no pun intended) after finishing this epic, the superhero comic equivalent of gorging yourself on far too many sweets in one go, so it’s probably time for me to leap off the conveyor belt again. Though I might just read the First Lantern arc…
JR
Buy Green Lantern: Rise Of The Third Army h/c and read the Page 45 review here
Arrived, Online & Ready To Buy
Reviews already online if they’re new formats of previous books. Otherwise the most interesting will come under the microscope next week, while the rest will remain with their Diamond previews acting in lieu of reviews.
14 Nights (£13-50) by Kristina Stipetic
Asthma (£12-99) by Sparkplug Comic Books
By This Shall You Know Him (£10-99) by Jesse Jacobs
Daddy Lightning (£4-25) by Tom Hart
Faceman (£3-50) by Clara Bessijelle
Grand Gestures (£4-25) by Simon Moreton
Henry & Glenn: Forever & Ever #1 (£4-25) by Igloo Tornado
July Diary (£4-25) by Gabrielle Bell
Lone Pine (£10-99) by Jed McGowan
Lovf (£7-50) by Jesse Reklaw
Mary Shelley Vs. Dracula (£4-25) by Janne Tervamak
Memorexia (£3-50) by Box Brown
Mimi And The Wolves (£10-99) by Alabaster
New Jobs (£3-50) by Dash Shaw
Nine Ways To Disappear (£9-99) by Lilli Carre
Nurse Nurse (£10-99) by Katie Skell
Post York (£6-99) by James Romberger
Ritual #1: Real Life (£4-99) by Malachi Ward
Ritual #2: The Reverie (£4-99) by Malachi Ward
Squeaky Noises (£3-50) by Cara Bean
Streakers (£4-99) by Nick Maandag
The Complete Deep Girl (£14-99) by Ariel Bordeaux
The Half Men (£2-99) by Kevin Huizenga
The Whale (£7-50) by Aidan Koch
Turtie Needs Work (£0.99) by Steve Wolfhard
Very Casual (£10-99) by Michael DeForge
You Don’t Get There From Here 21 (£1-99) by Carrie McNinch
You Don’t Get There From Here 22 (£1-99) by Carrie McNinch
You Don’t Get There From Here 23 (£1-99) by Carrie McNinch
You Don’t Get There From Here 24 (£1-99) by Carrie McNinch
You Don’t Get There From Here 25 (£1-99) by Carrie McNinch
BPRD: 1948 (£13-50, Dark Horse) by Mike Mignola, John Arcudi & Max Fiumara
Diesel Sweeties vol 1: I’m A Rocker. I Rock Out. (£14-99, Oni Press Inc.) by R. Stevens
East Of West vol 1: The Promise (£7-50, Image) by Jonathan Hickman & Nick Dragotta
Fortunately, The Milk… h/c (£10-99, Bloomsbury) by Neil Gaiman & Chris Riddell
Mouse Guard vol 3: The Black Axe h/c (US Ed’n) (£18-99, Archaia) by David Petersen
Siegfried vol 2: The Valkyrie h/c (£18-99, Archaia) by Alex Alice
Star Wars Omnibus: Knights Of The Old Republic vol 1 (£18-99, Dark Horse) by various
Stitched vol 2 (£14-99, Avatar) by Mike Wolfer & Fernando Heinz Furukawa
Stumptown vol 2 h/c (£22-50, Oni Press Inc.) by Greg Rucka & Matthew Southworth
The Halloween Legion h/c (£10-99, Dark Horse) by Martin Powell, Diana Leto & Thomas Boatwright
Thrud The Barbarian h/c (£14-99, Titan) by Carl Critchlow
Wonder Woman vol 2: Guts s/c (£10-99, DC) by Brian Azzarello & Cliff Chiang
Wonder Woman vol 3: Iron h/c (£18-99, DC) by Brian Azzarello & Cliff Chiang, various
Avengers Arena vol 2: Game On Now s/c (£11-99, Marvel) by Dennis Hopeless & Alessandro Vitti, Jason Gorder, Riccardo Burchielli
Guardians Of The Galaxy vol 1: Cosmic Avengers (UK Ed’n) (£12-99, Marvel) by Brian Michael Bendis & Steve McNiven
Indestructible Hulk vol 2: Gods And Monster h/c (£18-99, Marvel) by Mark Waid & Walter Simonson, Matteo Scalera
Inhumans h/c (£29-99, Marvel) by Paul Jenkins & Jae Lee
Ultimate Comics: X-Men vol 2 s/c (£11-99, Marvel) by Brian Wood & Mahmud Asrar
Bunny Drop vol 9 (£10-50, Yen Press) by Yumi Unita
Doctor Who series 3 vol 2: The Eye Of Ashaya (£13-50, IDW) by Andy Diggle, others & various
Neon Genesis Evangelion Omnibus vols 10-12 (£12-99, Viz) by Yoshiyuki Sadamoto
Oreimo vol 4 (£8-50, Dark Horse) by Sakura Ikeda
Pandora Hearts vol 17 (£8-99, Yen Press) by Jun Mochizuki
Puella Magi Kazumi Magica vol 2 (£8-99, Yen Press) by Masaki Hiramatsu & Takashi Tensugi
Sailor Moon vol 10 (£8-50, Kodansha) by Naoko Takeuchi
Sailor Moon vol 11 (£8-50, Kodansha) by Naoko Takeuchi
Sailor Moon vol 12 (£8-50, Kodansha) by Naoko Takeuchi
Sleeping Moon vol 2 (£8-99, Viz) by Kano Miyamoto
Spice & Wolf vol 9 (£8-99, Yen Press) by Isuna Hasekura
ITEM! The Cartoon Pyschologist’s THE COURAGE TO BE ME has acquired a full roster of artists now including Hannah Berry and Katie Green. It’s an important book about stories that don’t generally get told, usually of sexual abuse, the courage to create and be yourself and not crumble under the criticisms of others. Click on that link for a useful news round-up and history of the project.
ITEM! I reviewed Faith Erin Hicks’ tremendous FRIENDS WITH BOYS right at the top this week, but you can read a full 20-page preview on its dedicated website by clicking on that link.
ITEM! Page 45 received a bumper crop of beautiful new comics from John Porcellino’s US distribution, tantalisingly arranged here by guest-star Jodie Paterson. See above Arrived, Online And Ready To Buy for all the individual titles and links.
ITEM! Page 45 reveals comics’ own Eddie Campbell’s set designs for Michael Eaton’s new play Charlie Peace at Nottingham Playhouse! Big blog there including the actual projection designs! Also, links to loads of Eddie’s glorious graphic novels. You know we made most of them Page 45 Comicbook Of The Month? More than any other single creator.
– Stephen
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