Page 45 Comic & Graphic Novel Reviews June 2019 week four

Featuring Paul Pope, Jason, Lizz Lunney Mike Cavallaro, Richard Marazano, Christophe Ferreira, Nick Mandaag, Ryan Andrews Terry Blas, Claudia Aguirre, Dan Watters, Max Fiumara, Sebastian Fiumara

This week we launch proudly with a review written by our beardly beloved Mark Simpson many moons ago. It’s one of his most impassioned and eloquent ever. New edition!

Heavy Liquid s/c (£22-99, Image) by Paul Pope –

Pope creates some of the best near-future cities.

They’re not rank with ‘Bladerunner’ grime, full of Gilliam clutter, overloaded with Alan Moore’s advertising or policed to near perfection like Shirow’s, but they are still recognisable as being lived in, potted with enough landmarks of reality and peppered with little advances and related setbacks. His best work is set through early twenties’ eyes with the good coffee bars and musician friends.

As long-time readers of this journal will possibly remember I was very excited by this series as it came out. Pleased with both Vertigo for publishing something quite removed from their usual programming and Pope for finally producing the kind of work that I knew he was capable of. There had been hints in the small fragments that he’d throw out (‘Smoke Navigator’ springs to mind) and there was always promise in the artwork. I originally attributed this great leap to an editor but I can’t find a mention of one in the book. [Shelly Bond: she’s credited in this new edition – ed.]



At room temperature, heavy liquid is a dense, lava-like chrome substance, corrosive and poisonous. Boil it up and it transforms into a drug, an inky black milk giving you a clear, clean high with a feeling of invulnerability. No one knows where it came from; most people think it’s a myth. Those that know it exists will pay handsomely for it. S has just scammed a load of it and found that the interested party wants to sculpt it and he must find the one artist to fashion this deadly metal.

Stunning artwork, using the two-colour separations (blue & deep salmon) to their fullest extent, this is more akin to print-making than the usual colour by numbers that passes for mood in these things. The colours help to set up each new passage by switching from a deep night blue to a swift, light salmon wall covering. As ever, his cities are loud and alive with beautiful wide skies. S and other characters are given a swagger that other writers and artists vainly reach for but end up with mere vacuous posturing. It’s New York belief with Tokyo style, under Italian inking.

Re-reading the now-collected story it proves to be cleverer (and trickier) than I previously thought. The central character has to be the elusive substance itself. There are four different groups after it for four different reasons. For S (somewhere, Pope described him as a fish out of water, he wears a jumper with plastic scales and is given a fish-head mask to disguise himself) it’s a drug like no other, part of his life, tho’ it ends relationships and killed a friend.



Pope seems to side-step the idea of addiction. His friends complain about his ‘habit’ but if there’s danger we’re not told. For the three ‘clowns’, faces mostly hidden by full-head masks (a death face under a Devo hat, a Jack-Kirby-influenced demon and a Picasso collision of the horse and central warning figure from Guernica), it’s a commodity, money in the bank for the unseen Lynchpin. The collector wants it because it is a luxury, the ultimate expense, to be crafted as a trinket and then kept under lock and key. The government might be after it because they know where it’s from but not what it’s for. Only S discovers that piece of the puzzle.

So who is S? There’s something about a government job in his past. S could stand for Stooge, making him Ron Asheton rather than Iggy. He’s a late-twenties drifter finding himself lucky with a haul of the rarest element in the world, a man with the key to the future. The romance from his past is called up to fashion the alloy into solid form while his present threatens to end him.



Throughout the book the hurried chase across neon-lit cities is tempered by strange chance meetings. A girl appearing in half a chapter is fleshed out enough to surprise you when she doesn’t reappear.

Pope’s love of Picasso comes over not only in the clown’s mask but also on the hood of a car, predating the recent TV adverts. Even with the mask, it would be easy to cook up such an image but the clincher is to make the cape clasp echo Guernica’s baby. At one point the catch is transported in a rat poison canister, bringing up Burrough’s bug powder – an allusion compounded by a cab driver’s mention of Tangiers as a better destination. Sandy Calder is mentioned at one point and certain objects, particularly the insect-like communication device, are highly influenced by his mobiles. As for his own flights of whimsy, Pope manages to rein himself in and show what is needed. No more flying off to deliver us an unnecessary cubist backdrop or pylon structure.



Here’s a book that refuses to sit in the Vertigo crime/fantasy area by an artist who dares to call up the names of past trailblazers and do them justice with his own rendering: a near future with advancements and slang (‘copper julies and peach pies’) that never flies too far from the possible.

It’s a story that refuses to fall at the last hurdle. 


Buy Heavy Liquid s/c and read the Page 45 review here

Milo’s World: The Land Under The Lake h/c (£11-99, Magnetic Press) by Richard Marazano & Christophe Ferreira…

“Does this remind you of anything?”

It certainly does. This may well be the closest thing story-wise, combined with the excellent art, I have ever read to something which has immediately me think of Hayao Miyazaki’s films. It is of that finely woven ilk.

Our eponymous independent young hero, Milo, chances across a strange glowing egg whilst fishing for crawdaddies. He seems to live pretty much on his own due to his dad working away practically all the time, but also his mysteriously absent mother. Yes, there are three aunts who absent-mindedly keep half an eye on him, fussing over him frenetically whenever they occasionally call in on him, but otherwise he’s left to his own devices and free to get into all sorts of adventurous trouble.



So when the egg promptly turns into a goldfish that starts to grow very rapidly indeed – and if that weren’t enough then begins to communicate telepathically with him – well, it’s abundantly clear just such an epic adventure must be right around the corner!



Well, actually, it’s under the lake and into a neighbouring dimension, after rescuing a girl called Valia who has been kidnapped and tied up in a bag by a strange toad-like creature.



Mr Toad seems to have a lot on his proverbial plate, actually, or perhaps not enough, as he’s also worriedly looking for the goldfish whilst wondering where his next child-based snack is going to come from.

Throw in the fact there is a very good reason why Milo’s mum hasn’t exactly been hands-on all his life and his three aunts are clearly not quite as batty as they seem, just moderately barking hat-stand, and you have almost all the ingredients for an entertaining escapade.

The rest arrive once on the ‘underside’ of the lake as there’s a gorgeously cute village of tiny people who are under siege from a villainous sorcerer and his rampaging pack of gigantic axolotls. He’s intent on tracking down the psionic cyprinid for his own insidious ends and it’s up to Milo and his unlikely gang to save the day, and their fishy friend, which is going to involve somewhat more than simply remembering to change the water in the bowl occasionally…



A near note-perfect all-ages adventure, this, penned by Richard Marazano (who is responsible for the THE DREAM OF THE BUTTERFLY fantasy series) and beautifully illustrated by Christophe Ferreira in a manner guaranteed to enchant.



This is the first of three planned volumes, the second of which, MILO’S WORLD: THE BLACK QUEEN, is due in October. Also, can I just add, this is outrageously good value at £11-99.


Buy Milo’s World: The Land Under The Lake h/c and read the Page 45 review here

Nico Bravo And The Hound Of Hades (£9-99, FirstSecond) by Mike Cavallaro…

“Seriously, Nico, if heroes listened to everyone who told them to turn back, there’d be no heroes!”
“Yeah, but normally they’re trying to solve problems, not cause them!”
“I’ll try to keep that in mind. Now if it’s all the same to you, I‘d really like to get going.”
“You can’t slay Cerberus!”
“I can and I will.”
“But what’s he ever done to you?”
“He’s a monster and I’m a monster slayer.”

Yeah, but maybe Cerberus isn’t just preventing people getting into the Underworld Eowulf, did you perhaps stop and think about that, huh?

Clue: no. Double clue: zombie apocalypse.

Ah, brash Eowulf, descendent of feared non-all-ages monster slayer BEOWULF and customer of Vulcan’s Celestial Supply Shop where Nico Bravo works, is on a mission to live up to the family name and she’s not about to let common sense get in the way! It’s going to be up to Nico and fellow staff members Lula the sphinx and Buck the unicorn to stop this disaster before it starts.

Final clue: ah… maybe they are going to have to try and stop the zombie apocalypse after it starts!




Yes, expect classic all-age laffs aplenty in this mythological mash-up that’s in the same fabulously stoopid vein of USELEUS: A GREEK ODDITY from Alexander Matthews & Wilbur Dawbarn and riffing on the same complete lack of common sense and sensibility as Gary Northfield’s DEREK THE SHEEP / TEENYTINASAURS and indeed stands a fair degree of artistic comparison with both. I have to say that Buck the unicorn did keep making me think of Gary’s JULIUS ZEBRA rumbling away merrily with the Romans!




There’s much you’ll find to chuckle at here, and just so you’re in no absolutely doubt of the tone, let me give you the example of one of Cerberus’s heads being that of a giant snarling pink poodle which simply had me shaking mine! This is also, though, a substantial and sophisticated adventure yarn in story-telling terms which I reckon will appeal greatly to fans of Luke Pearson’s HILDA.


Buy Nico Bravo And The Hound Of Hades and read the Page 45 review here

O Josephine h/c (£21-99, Fantagraphics) by Jason…

“Leonard Cohen, who are you?
“Are you (1934-2016)?
“Are you a monk with dirty mind or a Casanova in an Armani suit?
“Is it true that women can achieve orgasm just by touching one of your record sleeves?
“Can you give me a fraction of your wisdom?
“Leonard Norman Cohen is born on September 21, 1934, in Montreal as foreseen by Nostradamus.
“1943. Cohen’s father, Nathan dies leaving a wife and 2 kids, Leonard and Esther.
“Cohen buries a copy of “Action Comics” #1 in the yard.
“No one knows why.”

Haha, oh Jason, you’re such a wag…

I guess if you’ve read much of Jason’s previous material (ALMOST SILENT / I KILLED ADOLF HITLER / IF YOU STEAL / LEFT BANK GANG / LOST CAT / LOW MOON / WHAT I DID) it is probably no surprise to find he’s a fan of the musical High Priest of Pathos himself. In fact, thinking about it, it would be probably be utterly astonishing were he not!

Here Jason provides a loving, typically dry humoured tribute to Cohen that might well mix a little outright fabrication or two in amongst the many equally implausible truths.



Thus, those unfamiliar with the life and times of the great man might well be surprised to find some of the events they would guess to be nonsense are in fact completely factually accurate! And indeed vice versa!

I’m pretty sure he never stepped in to replace Bono as the lead singer of U2 though…

Once again Jason provides an eclectic clutch of material for this latest hardback collection. In addition to the titular story which delightfully conflates Josephine Baker as the main squeeze of the Emperor Napoleon in a calamitous rom-com…



… there is as also a brilliantly and deliberately confusing crime-caper called The Diamonds which cuts rapidly from scene-to-scene leaving the reader to put the pieces together for themselves as to precisely how all the characters are connected. I had no idea where it was going and who it was going to end badly for right up until the last moment.



But first the collection opens with some perambulating autobiographical material, following on from the excellent ON THE CAMINO. This time Jason is meandering around Ireland, specifically walking the 81-mile Wicklow Way that runs from southern Dublin through the hilly terrain of County Wicklow before concluding in the village of Clonegal in County Carlow.



I can’t honestly say that this particular trip is as entertaining as his Spanish voyage. I mean, the man orders the exact same thing, a chicken salad sandwich and a Guinness for lunch, every single day. The height of excitement is probably upon finishing his walk when he discovers there isn’t a bus to get back to Dublin until the following morning. But, somehow, in trademark fashion, he still manages to make his anfractuous adventure an enjoyable read.


Buy O Josephine h/c and read the Page 45 review here

Lucifer vol 1: The Infernal Comedy s/c (£14-99, DC) by Dan Watters & Max Fiumara, Sebastian Fiumara…

“Bandages! I have never needed bandages. I was the shaper of suns, and the universe bent to my will.”
“I’ll get the iodine. Or this is going to get infected.”
“I am weak. I am weak, and I am trapped.”
“… No, I’ve never seen him like this. I think he’s depressed. Would you mind talking to him?”

“Lucifer. I found your shovel. I thought you might want it.”
“Hello, Bill Blake. I don’t. It does whine so.”
“Everyone misses you out there, Lucifer. You make us laugh. You really do.”

Yes, that really is William Blake, author of ‘The Marriage of Heaven and Hell’ – although in this reality he is the scribe of another book with a very similar if appropriately contradictory title – about to give the Devil a pep talk and tell him to get his act together, after softening him up with a few jocular words first, that is.

As to why William Blake is lending Satan a friendly ear, well, here is the word on high from the soon to be extinct publishing imprint to lure you into a fiendish contract to purchase this work. From us obviously…

“This is the one true tale of what befell the Prince of Lies, the Bringer of Light-Lucifer. The blind, destitute old man, who lives in a small boarding house in a quiet little town, where nothing is quite what it seems and no one can leave. He’s trapped, you see?



Trapped in a bizarre prison with no memory of how he got there or why. He has no recollection of setting out to find his offspring. He also does not remember that if he does not find him it could be the end of all things.

Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, a cop who may have brain cancer is tasked with a mission: find and kill Lucifer.”


Fans of the original LUCIFER material from Mike Carey will enjoy this intricate, intriguing tale of woe. Though it will not surprise you to learn that even in his reduced state Lucifer gradually begins to exert his not inconsiderable influence to ensure that events begin to tip in his favour. That his current malaise is entirely down to previous petulant and undeservedly punitive behaviour towards entirely innocent individuals is of little import, for I doubt Lucifer is ever going to learn the error of his ways. Well… mostly innocent individuals. Still, innocent and guilty parties alike, there’s more than a few with a grudge.

“The end of all things” probably gives us a little hint as to what the overarching storyline might involve, not just what’s happening to Vertigo, for as with the original LUCIFER material, it rather looks like there is a much, much bigger game afoot.

The supporting cast of characters are extremely well realised and fleshed out by Dan Watters, who only reveals the complex nature of the trap he’s snared Lucifer in as the fallen one gradually, belated, works it out for himself. Again… And again… In particular, the side-story of the tormented Detective John Decker and his motivations, both conscious and subconscious, is particularly painful once his own personal final reveal is laid bare.



Max and Sebastian Fiumara provide suitably atmospheric art, with a subdued colour palette that serves to create a rather creepy, unpleasant feel to proceedings. When you find out precisely where the town in which the decomposing Lucifer is located, the style of art only adds to the claustrophobic sense of his confinement. Sometimes it’s difficult to escape your own head, let alone someone else’s.


Buy Lucifer vol 1: The Infernal Comedy s/c and read the Page 45 review here

The Follies Of Richard Wandsworth (£16-99, Drawn & Quarterly) by Nick Mandaag…

“So, we meet at last.”
“We do indeed.”
“Quite a thing, isn’t it? To work at the same university as your philosophical rival, your anti-thesis.”
“I’ll say.”
“You know, this is my first time seeing you. I should have guessed you’d be bald.”
“Is that some sort of… yeah, well, I didn’t expect you to… you look like… you’re…”
“Wow, you’re a quick one, aren’t you, Wadsworth? Looks like it’s a wit to match the intellect.”
“Oh, ho ho! You don’t… I hope you realise that your… your intellect is…”
“You have a bit of difficulty with the English language, don’t you? Do you have a helper for that delusional realist tripe you write? Maybe an undergrad looking for extra credit?”
“Do you have… a monkey for your anti-realist…”
“Take your time, Wadsworth. If you manage to come up with some intelligible comebacks by the end of the day, feel free to email them to me. You’ll have some thinking to do anyways. My latest rebuttal in our little war of words will soon be published. I think you’ll have some difficulty worming your way out of my reasoning this time.”
“Scoff! I’m sure it will be easy! To worm out… the holes in your reasoning are that big… one can easily…”
“Well, it was really nice chatting with you, Wadsworth, but I prefer the company of those who speak in complete sentences. Adieu!”
“Just because I’m… just because I don’t… you are just the nastiest… next time I see you I’ll… Just wait till I…”

Ouch… BURN!!!

Here’s the publisher’s hypothesis as to why Nick Maandag is an up-and-coming comics genius worthy of wider recognition…

“THE FOLLIES OF RICHARD WADSWORTH showcases Nick Maandag’s signature blend of deadpan satire and exceedingly unexpected plot twists with a trio of stories.

‘The Follies of Richard Wadsworth’ follows the title character, a professor of philosophy, as he begins work as a contract instructor at yet another university. When Wadsworth finds himself smoking reefer at his student’s party and discovers she works at a rub ‘n’ tug, an off-kilter plan is hatched.



In ‘Night School’, a Modern Managerial Business Administration and Operational Leadership class goes awry when a fire alarm brings the Chief to school and he decides to stick around to teach the students a thing or two about leadership, and discipline.



And in ‘The Disciple’, a yarn about a co-ed Buddhist monastery, Brother Bananas, the resident chimpanzee, isn’t the only one having difficulty keeping his lust tucked safely under his robe.



In Maandag’s hands – hands that love to toy with morally ambiguous characters and flirt with absurdity – troubled men make poor decisions, unlikable characters gain our sympathies through their very haplessness, and riotous laughs ensue.

Maandag has achieved cult acclaim through his self-published and micro-published comics, and THE FOLLIES OF RICHARD WADSWORTH is his debut book. His mechanical, affectless characters and economical artwork efficiently deliver cringes, heightening the awkward silence and stillness of his hilarious comics.”

Case proved, I feel! I’ve been a big fan of Mandaag’s since he started, greatly enjoying his STREAKERS, THE LIBERTARIAN and FACILITY INTEGRITY. His bawdy, absurdist situational humour and yes, absolutely cringe-worthy characters are the perfect mix for ensuring disbelieving laughs.



You will find yourself wincing and shaking your head at the behaviour of many, well most, of his cast. Fans of Paul THERE’S NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT  / POPE FRANCIS GOES TO THE DENTIST Rainey would get on very well with Nick’s work, both content-wise and artistically, I feel.


Buy The Follies Of Richard Wandsworth and read the Page 45 review here

Hotel Dare s/c (£7-50, Kaboom) by Terry Blas & Claudia Aguirre…

“All right, finish. It’s time to get to work.
“We’ve had fun but there’s cleaning that needs to be done. You’re going to help me by starting with the rooms.
“I’m giving each of you a key. These keys will work for the bathrooms and closets in each. Start with the rooms next to Olive’s.”
“All I ask while I’m gone, is that you don’t go near my office.”

Right, like that is going to happen… Here is the publisher to point out precisely why you should never tell kids NOT to do one specific thing, because, well, duh…

“Open the door. Adventure awaits.

Olive and her adopted siblings, Charlotte and Darwin, are spending the summer with their estranged grandma at her creepy hotel, and it is all work and no play. They’re stuck inside doing boring chores until they stumble upon an incredible secret… behind each door of the hotel lies a portal to a strange and mysterious place.



The simple turn of a knob transports them to a distant magical world filled with space pirates. Behind the next door are bearded wizards. Down the hall is a doorway to a cotton-candied kingdom. But once the doors are open, worlds start colliding, and only one family can save them before the hotel tears itself apart.

This world-hopping fantasy tale breaks down the door to imagination and dares you to embrace the idea that family is everything.”

Which all sounds a bit too much, but actually, this is a jam-packed, joy-filled romp that works perfectly once the wider conceit behind it all is brought into play. Terry Blas practically rips the kitchen sink off the wall and throws it into the mix as he pens the tale of a very typical untypical family learning the hard way that there’s nothing like bickering relatives, blood or otherwise, to help you deal with the imminent collapse of all the realities in the universe.



As crazily complex as AMULET – just compacted into one frenetic volume – this does indeed focus on the message that without some good old fashioned teamwork, whether you like each other or not, disaster awaits. Perhaps someone could explain that to our politicians? (See BAD ISLAND by Doug TenNapel by the way for more ‘dysfunctional family that plays together, saves the day together’ fun.)

Artistically, there’s just as much going on! Claudia Aguirre, who truly has a flare for dramatic facial expressions, is clearly relishing switching from sci-fi to fantasy to real world and back again at the swing of a dimensional door. She a lovely light touch on her linework and some of the group action figurework and posing put me in mind of the LUMBERJANES.

Madcap, frenetic fun for all the family. Even the ones you don’t like. Perhaps especially for the ones you don’t like.


Buy Hotel Dare s/c and read the Page 45 review here

Build Your Own Theme Park s/c (£16-99, Andrews McMeel) by Lizz Lunney.

Page 45 celebrates the triumphant return of Professor Lizz Lunney, BSC Engineering (Sturdy Paper & Coloured Cardboard Division), with the release into the wild of this whimsical build-your-own public playpen in all the colours of the rainbow and several shades in between.

In other less nimble or accredited hands (like yours) it could easily become a potential paper death-trap from which you may never recover after being sued for billions of dollars.

But not if you use glue sticks and safety scissors, obviously.

Those familiar with Lizz Lunney’s unique brand of behavioural observation from all her comics which we’ve reviewed in Page 45’s Page 45’s Lizz Lunney Superstore should note that – this being aimed squarely at a wholesome mass mainstream market (it’s published by industry giants Andrews McMeel!) – it focuses much more on Lunney’s equally iconic design work and the boltless stable of instantly recognisable characters which she’s built up for over a decade, and it is they who populate this paper palace, its environs and methods of transport.




Never have mountains looked more serene, beatific, nor bipedal cats so content nor unicorns more sprightly, better groomed. We’re talking bright jaw-dropping spectacle, with an infectious dreaminess that will have young ones creating not just this theme park but also spontaneous stories about all those cool cats bumping into each other via road, river or rail, or indeed drenched to soggy-moggie bits after a dip in the Frog Mayhem log flume.

When Philippa Rice created Page 45’s cardboard window diorama in 2012, I overheard one five-year-old boy breathlessly explaining to his granddad what all the characters were up to, thinking and saying to each other. He was entranced, absorbed in his own little world which was as vividly alive to him as the pedestrians passing by on the pavement. Similarly, when young, I’d spend hours moving Matchbox motorcars back and forth from poll position to sabotaged, quicksand quagmires, narrating the whole as an episode of the Wacky Races.

So it will be here!



There are no perforated pages – some of the elements are too intricate for that – so you will need a pair of scissors and a steady, perhaps parentally guided hand. But hey, if you end up drunk with joy from all the deliciously coloured mountain cones, battlements, the Carousel of Blissful Content or even on cracked-ice mojitos and so accidently cut off one of Depressed Cat’s ears, he’ll just shrug that off as the price he pays for even getting up of a morning.

You’ll find Depressed Cat manning the entrance’s ticket booth where a moment of trademark mischief aptly surfaces: “Lizzneyland: Fun For Half The Family”.



Further interaction, creativity and individuality is encouraged towards the back of the book when La Lunney proposes that you venture outside her template to incorporate ideas of your own or start from scratch on multiple new models for theme parks.

Name of Park
Other Attractions



Like Philip Reeve & Sarah McIntyre’s PUG-A-DOODLE-DO! A BUMPER BOOK OF FUN!, she leads you in with her own examples then leaves blank areas to be filled in like the above, but also designing a logo for your park, drawing a map of it, and creating your own rides, visitors, special attractions, balloons, gift shops, vending machines, emergency medical vehicles and riot police.

What I love above all about this is that if you take it to its conclusion – actually building your very own theme park – then not only will your imagination be galvanised, but you’ll be able apply a practical understanding of tabs, learned from Lunney’s tutelage. That’s genuinely empowering.

Anyway, I thought I’d take a shot at the first part myself.

Name of Park: Armageddon Outta Here (Not Alive, You’re Not)

Theme: Death by disembowelment, general dismemberment, sundry other injuries, food poisoning etc.

Rides: The Titanic, Submarine of Questionable Buoyancy and Well Worn Rubber Hatch Seals, Midnight Florida Swamp of Racist Residents, Deathtrap 5000AD (Auto-Immolation Edition).

Characters:  Horsemen of the Apocalypse (4), Very Grim Reaper (1), Slightly Stern Preachers (7), Satan (actually Satan – we have him on eternal retainer), Ann Widdecombe.

Other Attractions: dungeon of invisible, hissing snakes; fast-food stall selling choke ices, slush puppies (puppies, post-blender), hot dogs (guess); and an understaffed hospital immediately adjacent to its on-site cemetery.

Should you find yourself, post-assembly, in the sticky situation of being taken to post-park-ride court, then Page 45 is giving away millions if not trillions of Lizzneyland Lunneymoney bank notes. For FREE! We’ve loads of free Lunneymoney at the counter, or you can claim it whenever you order any item for worldwide shipping via page by simply adding a note in our dispatch instructions saying something like “Give us your Lunneymoney, honey!”



N.B. Lunneymoney is perfectly legal tender; you just need to visit Lizzneyland to redeem it. I have been asked, wide-eyed, by many a Small Person, “But how do I visit Lizzneyland?” Not by fractured rail, physical aeroplane flight or asphalt acceleration, that’s for sure. Several hard knocks to the skull should do it instead. Then again, now you can create your own.

For comics more in keeping with the last few paragraphs, please visit Page 45’s Lizz Lunney Superstore wherein all has been reviewed for worldwide shipping.


Buy Build Your Own Theme Park s/c and read the Page 45 review here

Arrived, Online & Ready To Buy!

New reviews to follow, but if they’re new formats of previous books, reviews may already be up; others will retain their Diamond previews information we receive displayed as ‘Publisher Blurb’.

Box (£8-99, Top Shelf) by Patrick Wirbeleit & Uwe Heidschotter

Coda vol 2 s/c (£10-99, Boom) by Si Spurrier & Matias Bergara

Fearscape vol 1 s/c (£15-99, Vault) by Ryan O’Sullivan & Andrea Mutti

Hot Comb (£16-99, Drawn & Quarterly) by Ebony Flowers

Marble Cake (£11-99, Avery Hill Publishing) by Scott Jason Smith

Read All About It! (£12-99, King) by Kristyna Baczynski

Skip h/c (£16-99, Nobrow) by Molly Mendoza

Space Boy vol 4 s/c (£9-99, Dark Horse) by Stephen McCranie

Superman: The Man Of Steel s/c (£15-99, DC) by Brian Michael Bendis & various

Teen Titans: Raven s/c (£14-99, DC) by Kami Garcia & Gabriel Picolo

Tony Stark Iron Man vol 2: Stark Realities s/c (£15-99, Marvel) by Dan Slott, Jeremy Whitley & Valerio Schiti

Aposimz vol 3 (£11-99, Vertical) by Tsutomu Nihei

Tokyo Ghoul re: vol 11 (£8-99, Viz) by Sui Ishida

H.P. Lovecraft’s At The Mountains Of Madness vol 1 (£17-99, Dark Horse) by Gou Tanabe

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