Page 45 Review by Jonathan
'The lonely wave of a five fingered shadow,
Crashing silently on the city's cinder block shore.
The imprint of a handshake,
A fossilised high five,
Down low, too slow.
They have nothing to hold onto but memory,
So the future reaches out to the...
Single Black Glove.'
Aww, how sweet. You'll find that poem and twelve photographs of single gloves, lost and lonely on the mean streets, on the final two pages of this tribute to the power of love as the titular digit warmer meanders along, blown by the wind to various locations through the city, pondering the wonder of relationships. Yes, there are things like skiing, skateboarding, playing heavy metal guitar that you can do all by yourself, but is it as nourishing for the soul as a walk together in the rain, sharing control of a steering wheel, or even cupping close together to stop a football and save a certain goal?!
Then... a falling leaf provokes a revelation of Newtonian proportions! The idea is shared with the other glove, thumbs interlock making the shape of a bird familiar to everyone, because it's the one animal shadow everyone knows how to cast with their hands! But then the gloves take flight and... well, the end is as cute as the rest of this story, but it does have a gently serious point to make regarding relationships. It's not just about being a couple, there is a wider world out there and whether we like it or not, we are all connected.
Finally, apropos nothing of any importance whatsoever, when I saw the panel of the single black glove skiing (don't start counting digits, by the way, or you'll observe some strange polydactylism going on), I had the strongest sense of nostalgia for the cover of one of the first ZX Spectrum computer games called Horace Goes Skiing. So much so I had to google it and make the comparison. It's clearly a coincidence, but in doing so I did also find this online emulator.
Were computer games really this shit once upon a time? It's hard to believe, frankly. Also, I had completely forgotten the incredibly irritating Frogger rip-off bit where Horace has to run across the road to get his skis before he even manages to get on the slopes, incurring fiscal penalties if he gets knocked down, presumably due to lack of travel insurance. I suggest reading comics instead: far less hazardous, the odd paper cut aside.