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Was That Normal?


By Alex Potts (Avery Hill)
ISBN: 978-1-917355-25-4 (TPB/Digital edition)

Apparently a vast fraction of humanity do not have an inner monologue. Lucky them. That’s not the case for Philip who abides alone, inherently awkward in a seaside town. He works from his basement flat and spends all his time inside his head. Here that inner adjudicator finds fault, and he cruelly second-guesses himself without let or surcease unless he’s nailed down and tapping his keyboard for his remote working job…

His days are a roundabout of listening, peeking, and seeking to be unseen by his friendly, sweet old landlady/flat mate Caroline. It’s not her… it’s him…

Occasionally, when the walls close in, he breaks and goes for long walks. At the back or in anonymous corners of cafes and pubs he sees strangers then… but they also see Philip. How they react – or don’t – also torments and unsettles…

When not excoriating himself and poking his mind viciously, Philip admits to being lonely and responds like the last puppy in a litter whenever a stranger smiles at him. However, that next step – making contact – seems beyond him. Sometimes he goes to “his” café and listens to others chat and be friends, but its more about staying current than joining a crowd…

However, this solitary introverted existence starts wildly oscillating after Philip finally forces himself out of his comfortable holding pattern and goes to live-music pub The Quagmire. He sees a local band and somehow starts a painfully tenuous relationship with flighty, vivacious singer Gina. Despite himself,  he persists, meets others and trepidatiously extends his social circle.

…And then something happens, and so does another and it’s all out of control, and amidst the shouting in his head, sex and love (sort of) happens, but so does jealousy and bizarre death and he really, really should have stayed indoors…

Or has it all been worth it in the end?

Small, intimately human-scaled and drenched in whimsy, this is a compelling underdog yarn that despite being introspective, deeply ruminative and agonisingly self-exploratory, applies charm, sentiment and empathy to a growing problem and winningly displays the disenchantment and alienation driving the self-inflicted male loneliness epidemic undermining modern human relationships.

If you suffer crushing discomforts, miscommunications, and emotional misfires, but can’t bring yourself to open up – or know someone who is getting to that bad place – you can see what’s what right here and make your own plan guys. So please do…
© Alex Potts, 2026. All rights reserved.

Today in 1907 Chinese manhua pioneer Ye Qianyu (Mr. Wang) was born, followed in 1911 by US Golden Age mainstay Joe Sulman (Biff Bronson). Peruvian all-star Pablo Marcos (Conan, Star Trek: The Next Generation, everything) came along in 1937, and French artist F’Murr/Richard Peyzaret (Le Génie des alpages) in 1946.

We lost Mickey Mouse Sundays stalwart Manuel Gonzales in 1993, Spanish creator José Escobar Saliente (Zipi y Zape) one year later and the game-changing Italian illustrator Massimo Belardinelli (Dan Dare, Steel Claw, Star Trek, Flesh, Meltdown Man, Ace Trucking Co, Sláine, et al) in 2007.

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Dick Tracy: The Collins Casefiles volume 1


By Max Allan Collins & Rick Fletcher (Checker Books)
ISBN: 978-0-97416-642-1 (TPB)

This book includes Discriminatory Content included for dramatic effect.

Almost, sort of, Time for another anniversary celebration. Here’s a superb collection crying out for revival in either physical or digital forms. Time to agitate again against the publishing powers-that-be, I think…

Comics have a pretty good track record for creating household names. We could play the game of picking the most well-known fictional characters on Earth – usually topped by Sherlock Holmes, Mickey Mouse, Superman, Batman and Tarzan – and supplement the list with Popeye, Charlie Brown, Tintin, Spider-Man and – not so much now, but once definitely – Dick Tracy…

At the height of the Great Depression cartoonist Chester Gould sought fresh strip ideas. The story goes that as a decent guy incensed by the exploits of gangsters like Al Capone – who monopolised the front pages of contemporary newspapers – the callow scribbler settled upon the only way a normal man could fight thugs: Passion and Public Opinion…

Raised in Oklahoma, Gould was a Chicago resident and hated seeing his town in the grip of such wicked men, with far too many honest citizens beguiled by the gangsters’ charisma. He decided to pictorially get it off his chest with a procedural crime thriller that championed the ordinary cops who protected civilisation. He took his proposal – Plainclothes Tracy – to legendary newspaperman and Strips Svengali Captain Joseph Patterson, whose golden touch had already blessed The Gumps, Gasoline Alley, Little Orphan Annie, Winnie Winkle, Smilin’ Jack, Moon Mullins and Terry and the Pirates among others. Casting his gifted eye on the work, Patterson renamed the hero Dick Tracy, also revising his love interest into steady, steadfast girlfriend Tess Truehart.

The series launched on October 4th 1931 (so 95 and counting in mere months as the strip is still running today) as a Sunday addition to the Detroit Mirror, before spreading via Patterson’s Chicago Tribune Syndicate across the USA. It quickly grew into a monumental hit, with all the attendant media and merchandising hoopla that follows. Amidst toys, games, movies, serials, animated features, TV shows et al, the strip soldiered on, influencing generations of creators (like Bill Finger & Bob Kane) and entertaining millions of fans. Gould unfailingly wrote and drew the strip for decades until retirement in 1977.

The legendary lawman was a landmark creation who influenced not simply comics but the entirety of American popular fiction. Its signature use of baroque villains, outrageous crimes and fiendish death-traps pollinated the work of numerous strips (most notably Batman), shows and movies since then, whilst the indomitable Tracy’s studied, measured use – and startlingly accurate predictions – of crimefighting technology and techniques gave the world a taste of cop thrillers, police procedurals and forensic mysteries such as CSI decades before the modern true crime fascination took hold.

As with many creators in it for the long haul, the revolutionary 1960s were a harsh time for established cartoonists. Along with Milton Caniff’s Steve Canyon, Gould’s grizzled gang buster especially foundered in a social climate of radical change where popular slogans included “Never trust anybody over 21” and “Smash the Establishment”.

The strip’s momentum faltered, perhaps as much from the move towards science fiction (Tracy shifted jurisdiction into space and the character Moon Maid was introduced) and even more improbable, Bond-movie style villains as any perceived “old-fashioned” attitudes. Even the introduction of more minority and women characters and hippie cop Groovy Groove couldn’t stop the rot. However, the feature soldiered on regardless…

Max Allen Collins is a hugely prolific and best-selling author of both graphic novels (Road to Perdition, CSI, Batman, Mike Mist, Ms. Tree) and prose thriller series featuring crime-creations Nathan Heller, Quarry, Nolan, Mallory, Krista Larson, Mike Hammer and a veritable pantheon of others. When Gould retired from the Tracy strip, the young author (nearly 30!) won the prestigious role as scripter, and promptly took the series back to its roots for a breathtaking 11-year run, ably assisted by Gould as consultant even as his chief artistic assistant Rick Fletcher was promoted to full illustrator.

This criminally scarce but splendidly enthralling monochrome paperback compilation opens with publisher Mark Thompson’s informative Introduction ‘Flatfoot’, and offers a frankly startling ‘Dick Tracy Timeline’ listing series achievements and innovations from 1931 to 1988 even before the captivating Cops-&-Robbers clashes recommence with Collin’s inaugural adventure.

‘Angeltop’s Last Stand’ (3rd January – March 12th 1978) rapidly sidelined fantastical science fiction trappings (Tracy’s adopted son Junior had previously married aforementioned astral princess Moon Maid) whilst reviving grittily ultra-violent suspense as old friend Vitamin Flintheart is targeted for assassination. With the senior detective’s assistants Sam Catchem and Lizz Worthington on the case, it’s soon clear the assault is part of a scheme to make Tracy suffer. Solid investigation turns up two suspects, relatives of old – and expired – enemies Flattop Jones and The Brow confirming familial revenge is the motive…

Sadly, the Police Department’s resources are inadequate to prevent aggrieved daughter Angeltop Jones and the new Brow from abducting Tracy. Tragically for the vengeful felons, the grizzled crimebuster might be old but is still inventive and indomitable, and a cataclysmic confrontation leads to a fatal conflagration at the place of Flattop’s demise…

The next tale features an original Gould villain making a surprise comeback in the ‘Return of Haf-and-Haf’ (March 13th – June 11th) wherein manic murder-fiend Tulza Tuzon – whose left profile had been hideously scarred with acid – is released from the asylum, seemingly rehabilitated by modern psychology and groundbreaking plastic surgery…

Of course, only his face was fixed and the fiend quickly tries to murder ex-fiancée Zelda – who had betrayed him to the cops a decade previously. Tracy is on hand to save her, but unable to prevent Zelda from enacting grisly retribution on her attacker, leaving Tuzon woefully in need of fresh cosmetic repair. Naturally, the unscrupulous surgeon who fixed him on the State’s dime wants a huge amount of clandestine cash to repeat the procedure and the stage is soon set for doom and tragedy on a Shakespearean scale…

This first Collins collection concludes with an epic minor classic harking back to Tracy’s first published case. ‘Big Boy’s Revenge’ – AKA ‘Big Boy’s Open Contract’ – ran from 12th June 1978 to January 2nd 1979, detailing the unexpected return of the thinly-disguised Al Capone analogue Tracy had sent to prison at the very start of his career.

Decades later Big Boy, still a member of the crime syndicate known as The Apparatus, has been diagnosed with terminal cancer and wants to take with him the copper who first brought him down. Ignoring and indeed eventually warring with other Apparatus chiefs, the dying Don puts a $1,000,000 contract on Tracy’s head and lies back to watch the fireworks as a horde of hitmen and women zero in on the blithely unaware Senior Detective…

The resulting collateral damage costs the hero one of his nearest and dearest, removes most of the strip’s accumulated sci fi trappings and firmly reset the scenario in the grim and gritty world of contemporary crime. The Good Guys triumph in the end, but the cost is shockingly high for a family strip…

Dick Tracy has always been a fantastically readable feature and this potent return to first principles is a terrific way to ease yourself into his stark, no-nonsense, Tough-Love, Hard Justice world. Comics just don’t get better than this…
© Checker Book Publishing Group 2003, an authorized collection of works © Tribune Media Services, 1978, 1979. All characters and distinctive likenesses thereof are trademarks of Tribune Media Services. All rights reserved.

Born today in 1888, Canadian cartoonist J.R. Williams (Out Our Way sharing the natal event with iconic European grand master Edgar P. Jacobs (The U Ray, Blake and Mortimer) in 1904, Tex Blaisdell (Superman, Batman, Little Orphan Annie) in 1920 and Raymond Macherot (Clifton, Chlorophylle, Sibylline) in 1924.

In 2008 we lost the ubiquitous and splendid Jim Mooney (Spider-Man, Tommy Tomorrow, Supergirl, Legion of Super-Heroes) whilst in reading matters, today in 1985 saw the 1555th and final issue of UK weekly Tiger come and forever go, as did comedy comic Whoopee! – a prized UK chuckle choice since 1974.

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The Little Prince – A Graphic Novel adapted from the book by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry


By Joann Sfar, with colours by Brigitte Findakly, translated by Sarah Ardizzone (SelfMadeHero)
ISBN: 978-1-914224-46-1 (HB)

This book includes Discriminatory Content included for dramatic effect.

The Little Prince was written by warrior, aeronaut, aristocrat, illustrator and auteur Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Published in 1943 in the US in French & English, and again posthumously in1946 (as the pilot/writer had been Missing; Presumed Dead for two years), it became a glabally popular classic. You should read it in the language of your choice. It’s been adapted into every form of human expression and never failed to impress or deeply move.

In 2008 Joann Sfar adapted it to his preferred medium, and Le Petit Prince: d’après d’oeuvre d’Antoine de Saint-Exupéry was published by Gallimard Jeunesse. In the 80th anniversary year since the original book took off, SelfMadeHero celebrate the event with a fabulous, augmented edition to simply wallow in.

As well as fully re-presenting Sfar’s bold interpretation this tome also offers a fully updated translation and includes a ‘Timeline’ for Antoine de Saint-Exupéry and his creations, and from Ardizzone herself a concluding ‘Translator’s Note – The Reader Perched on Your Shoulder’ to accompany the now-traditional creators’ biographies as closing ‘Authors’ section.

You’ve heard this before and its’s still utterly true, some things you don’t talk about, you just do, and this mesmerising adaptation is the very epitome of that. Here’s all you get from me…

In the African desert an aviator strives to repair his downed plane. The work is hard, his head hurts and he doesn’t really know what he’s doing. He always wanted to be an artist, not a flier doomed to die of thirst and loneliness in blistering heat…

Abruptly his prospects change as a strange, golden-haired boy asks him to draw a sheep…

Soon the politely engaging lad is keeping him company as he works: telling of the strange small planet he came from, the oddly toxic relationship that compelled him to leave, and the bizarre individuals he met in his travels through space to Earth. Companionship is welcome, even if the shared tales are dolorous and often painful and distressing to hear, but as the aviator adapts to the fact that he probably won’t make it, he increasingly fears for the mournful child. The Little Prince claims to be preparing to return to his small world and lost inamorata, but only seems to be courting the company of the deadly, poisonous reptiles that abound in the arid wastelands…

In a place most folks don’t visit anymore, there’s a secret list of all the books and stories one needs to read to be considered a human being. This is on it (quite near the top, in fact) and, even as radically re-imagined as it was been here by Sfar, demands your attention and consideration.

So go do that then. Vite! Vite!
© Gallimard Jeunesse, 2008. English translation © Sarah Ardizzone, 2010, 2026. All rights reserved.

Yesterday in 1962 Swedish comics maven Joakim Lindgren was born, but in 1957, we lost Jack Butler Yeats, creator of Chublock Holmes in Comic Cuts (arguably the first comic book serial), Underground Commix mega-star Dave Sheridan in 1982, Italian comics stalwart Nicola Del Principe (Le Justicier Masqué, Tom and Jerry) in 2002 and in 2013 Spanish/Argentine artist, cartoonist, animator and publisher Manuel García Ferré.

Yesterday in 1991, iconoclastic UK all-star comic Toxic began: running until October 24 of that year and introducing many cool characters such as Accident Man, The Bogie Man and Marshal Law.

Today in 1901, foundational Croatian comics artist Andrija Maurovi? (Empress of the Netherworld, Beware the Hand from Senj) was born, as was Mark Trail cartoonist Jack Elrod in 1924, and UK scribbler David Austin (Hom Sap) in 1935. Trail-blazing Wayne Howard (first US creator to be cover-credited for a strip series) was born in 1949, Val Mayerik (Howard the Duck co-creator) one year later, Marc Silvestri in 1958 and Jim Mahfood (Clerks, Grrl Scouts, Spider-Man, The Further Adventures of One Page Filler Man, Carl, The Cat That Makes Peanut Butter Sandwiches) in 1975. In 1983, Gene Ahern’s 60-year run on legendary strip Our Boarding House ended with its cancelation. Two years later Kerry Drake creator Alfred Andriola died, followed in 2007 by writer Leslie Waller, co-creator (with Arnold Drake & Matt Baker) of the “first US Original Graphic Novel” It Rhymes with Lust (St John Press Picture Novel, 1950).

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Pandora in Puzzlevale: (volume 2) Call of the Crow


By Paul Duffield, Poqu, Siobhan McKenna & various (DFB/Phoenix)

ISBN: 978-1-78845-3769 (TPB)

These days, kids are more likely to find their formative strip narrative experiences online or in specially tailored graphic novels than the anthological, pick ‘n’ mix of pictorial periodicals that defined my long-dead youth. Such was not always the case, but at least comics like The Phoenix are still plugging away, blending the best of the old days with modern appurtenances of all types, just like this splendid sequel saga, culled from the sagacious periodical’s pages.

Pandora in Puzzlevale: The Secret Town debuted a comic strip mystery that progressed as our plucky protagonist solved assorted tests and conundra to recover the parents who had vanished from her side as they all enjoyed a little road trip.

It began as the aspiring crimebuster and Detective Crow C fan was dragged from her comic long enough to realise the tedious drive to their holiday home had been paused. Although the route to the much-anticipated “secrets-themed” village seemed straightforward, the road was long, winding and confusing. When heavy mists descended and the satnav packed in, Mum & Dad pulled up at a petrol station for directions. Engrossed in reading, Pandora eventually looked up to discover she was all alone. Her parents were gone…

Her catalogue of confusion and casebook of ratiocinative deduction filled up quickly as she was drawn into a schema apparently designed to test her physical and mental abilities. That meant taking up precarious residence in a strange hamlet with all odd cons: somewhere everyone had a secret that they wouldn’t share unless Pandora played their games…

In case you’re still wondering, this book – like its predecessor – is all about active participation. By accessing these pages and selecting an action at a critical moment in each episode, you/Pandora are directed to another page to experience the ramifications of that choice. The final objective is still to find the folks uncover the nested truths of the village… and escape Puzzlevale… but it’s you who will be doing the work.

In-world, seemingly helpful people are plentiful in the mist-shrouded village – like fortune tellers, tea shop staff, rambling bystanders and potential witness/gossip Granny Garnett and enigmatic rhymer Rita Idyll, but most welcoming and useful is a were-wolfly hotel clerk. Max/Monster Max is positively friendly but in truth everyone’s motives and accounts are unverifiable and not to be trusted, so Pandora is ultimately left to fend for herself.

At least in this very strange and mutable place, she increasingly has Magically Real Detective Crow by her side and steering her path, and relative stability in a room at local hotel The Veil. Pandora’s methodology includes clue finding, location identification, map-making, maze-defeating, symbol deciphering, wordsearch weaving, witness statement verifying, code-breaking, rune reading, message translating, riddle-solving, character assessing, crossword completing, key & lock retrieving, object unearthing, back-story compiling and comparison testing as well as frequent odd behaviour explanation, with facts meticulously forming a working hypothesis and dictating her plan of action: all jotted down in her trusty, ever-present notebook. She needs all that and more, this time…

After a moody recap, the next morning sees Pandora and her crow companion reviewing the case and wishing the ever-encroaching mists would let up, before a querulous, decision-loaded morning learning the hotelier’s secrets from Max’s sister ensues. This belatedly occurs in The Grand Gardens of Blatherwick Manor. However, getting to the silent sibling means foiling snooty question master/butler Reeves, and steadfast truth obstacle/fount of knowledge Lord Blatherwick…

As unceasing enigmas unfold. Pandora and former fictional detective Crow Boy join new ally (or is she?) Aunty Amethyst in overcoming intellectual and physical challenges, but there are so many! She still hasn’t solved the old ones, like why do the buildings shift, and why do so many wear masks and all-concealing costumes? It isn’t long before she decides “when in Rome…”

Pandora’s quest is divided into 25 sequential ‘Mysteries’ undertaken across four chapters – ‘Trapped in Puzzlevale’, ‘A Family Secret’, ‘Bridging the Divide, and ‘To Raven City’ – each with its own set of tests and challenges contributing to a Big Picture solution, but even after Pandora completes them, she’s left with more to solve and another weird path to follow…

Now with an abrupt hard-earned elevation to official status, magical transformation and the end in clear sight, how can this be anything but To Be Continued…

Pandora in Puzzlevale: Call of the Crow is the second in a serialised sleuth-fest offering a dazzling display of cartoon virtuosity and brain-busting challenges co-composed by writer/art director Paul Duffield, graphic staging scenarist Poqu & illustrator Siobhan McKenna. Their compelling blend of Story! Games! & Action! offers beguiling mystery to be unravelled in the manner of multiple-choice decisions and all there in the irresistible shape of entertaining pictures. How much cooler can a book get?

Well, quite a lot actually, since this tome devotes posterior pages to related activities and features offered under the aegis of the Phoenix Comics Club. Here are tips by Duffield & McKenna on ‘Drawing Crow Boy’, ‘Building blocks’ to ‘Final details’ as well as how to craft puzzles, whilst Poqu shares constructing ‘Secret woodland’, before we conclude with a full list of solutions, clues and hints in closing glimpses at ‘The Final Mystery’ and ‘Pandora’s Notes’…

Bring paper, pencils and your intellectual A-game, and have the time of your life…
Text and illustrations © The Phoenix Comic, 2026. All rights reserved.

Today in 1893 Josette Frank was born. Go look her up now. She earned it. In 1901 Carl Barks was born. Absolutely him too.

If you’re not all worthied out, Hy Eisman (who walked in giants’ footsteps on Popeye and Katzenjammer Kids) arrived in 1927 as did writer/entrepreneur/ publisher/agent Mike Friedrich in 1947.

We lost attorney, psychologist and Wonder Woman co-creator Elizabeth Holloway Marston today in 1993 – so look her up too – as well as Dick Giordano who died in 2010. Italian spaghetti westerner Leone Cimpellin AKA “Ghilbert” (Red Carson, Casey Ruggles, Jonny Logan) bit his last bullet in 2017.

In 1982 Eagle relaunched in Britain. It was pretty good, had lots of cool contributors, but just wasn’t the same…

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The Boondocks: Because I Know You Don’t Read the Newspapers (volume 1)


By Aaron McGruder (Andrews McMeel)
ISBN: 978-0-7407-0609-7 (TPB/Digital edition)

This book includes Discriminatory Content produced in less enlightened times. This book also includes Discriminatory Content included for satirical and comedic effect.

Unlike editorial cartooning, newspaper comic strips generally prospered by avoiding controversy. Other than a few notable exceptions – such as the mighty Doonesbury – daily and Sunday gag continuities aimed at keeping their readers amused and complacent.

Such was not the case with Aaron McGruder’s brilliant and so-much missed The Boondocks.

The strip ran from February 8th 1996 and officially ended – despite promises of a swift return – with the February 28th 2006 instalment. Episodes apparently popped up on social media for a month or so after that. You might have seen the adapted animated version on Cartoon Network’s Adult Swim some years ago…

The feature was created for pioneer online music website Hitlist.com and quickly began a print incarnation in Hip-Hop magazine The Source. On December 3rd, it started appearing in national periodical The Diamondback but, after an editorial bust-up, McGruder pulled the strip in March 1997. Nevertheless, it thrived as it was picked up by Universal Press Syndicate. Launched nationally, The Boondocks had over 300 client subscribers, reaching – and so often offending – millions of readers every day. Such was the content and set-up that the strip was regularly dropped by editors, and complaints from readers were pretty much constant.

What could possibly make a cartoon continuity such a lightning rod yet still have publishers so eager to keep it amongst their ever-dwindling stable of strip stars?

The Boondocks was always fast, funny, thought-provoking, funny, ferociously socially aware and created for a modern black readership. And Funny.

The series never sugar-coated anything – except obviously the utterly unacceptable curse of immodest language – whilst bringing contemporary issues of race to the table every day. This was a strip Afro-American readers wanted to peruse… even if they didn’t necessarily agree with what was being said and seen.

The narrative premise was deceptively sitcom-simple, but hid a potent surprise in its delivery. Huey Freeman is an incredibly smart, savvy and well-informed African American youngster. He spent his formative years on Chicago’s South Side, immersed in black history; philosophy of power; radical and alternative politics and “The Streets”. His little brother Riley is mired in Hip-Hop and the trappings of Gangsta Rap. Yet suddenly one day they are both whisked out of their comfort zone as their grandfather Robert assumes custody of them, and moves the whole family to whiter-than-white suburb Woodcrest in semi-rural Maryland.

It’s mutual culture shock of epic proportions all both sides…

Huey (proudly boasting that he’s named for Black Panther co-founder Dr Huey Percy Newton) perpetually expounds radical rhetoric and points out hypocrisy of the well-meaning but inherently patronising all-Caucasian township, but saves equal amounts of hilarious disgust and venom for those overbearing, overhyped aspects of modern Black Culture he regards as stupid, demeaning or self-serving…

Riley mostly likes scaring them oh-so-polite white folks…

In this initial paperback monochrome collection (there’s also a Treasury edition with Sundays in full colour) we see material from April 19th 1999 to January 29th 2000, which includes a potent Foreword from Hip-Hop Activist and Media Assassin Harry Allen. He points out the way we’ve all managed to stop actual progress on issues of race by politely agreeing to not talk about them…

Property values start to wobble just a bit when Huey and Riley arrive in Woodcrest but at least disquiet is mutual. The place really freaks them out: the air is clean, there are no tagged walls or take-out stores, and old white people keep coming up to say hello. The first semblance of normality occurs when another new family moves in next door. Thomas and Sarah Dubois are woolly liberals: yuppy lawyers and Woodcrest’s first interracial couple, and – although she doesn’t understand any of the stuff Huey taunts her with – their daughter Jazmine is the suburb’s third black child… ever. She never thought of herself as any colour, but Huey is determined to raise her consciousness – when he’s not taking her establishment-conditioned dad to task on what colour he actually is…

Huey’s far less keen on the attentions of Cindy McPhearson, the little girl from school who has fully embraced TV’s version of Black Culture. She wants to meet – and be – Snoop Doggy Dogg. She hasn’t heard the term “Wigga” yet and Huey ain’t doing nothing but avoiding her: a tricky proposition as she sits behind him in class asking dumb questions.

The boys enrolling at Edgar J. Hoover Elementary School caused a few sleepless nights for Principal Williams but he cleverly borrowed a some videos (use google if you must, but it’s just an old way of having movies in your room) – Menace II Society, Shaft’s Big Score – to get him up to speed on the special needs of “inner city ghetto youth” and is confident his terrified teachers can handle any possible hurdles a variance in backgrounds might cause…

Don’t go away under the misapprehension that The Boondocks is a strident polemical diatribe, drowning in its own message. First and foremost, this is a strip about kids growing up, just like Bloom County, The Perishers, Peanuts or Calvin and Hobbes. Some of the most memorable riffs come from the boys’ reactions to the release of the Star Wars: Episode I (although admittedly, Jar Jar Binks gets a fully-deserved roasting for that alien/ethnic Minstrel performance), the worthlessness of high-priced merchandise and the insipid, anodyne street names. At least here, Riley and his paint spray cans can help out…

As the year progresses we also see outrageous takes on Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas as well as the boys’ investigation of the Santa Clause and Kwanza scenarios and their own hysterical Inner City, Keepin’ It Real alternative to all those manufactured holidays and causes…

Smart, addictive and still with a vast amount to say The Boondocks is a strip you need to see if you cherish speaking Wit as well as Truth to Power…
The Boondocks © 2000 by Aaron McGruder. All rights reserved.

Today in 1948 Spanish maestro José Luis García-López was born, as was equally polished superstar Brian Bolland in 1951. 1988 saw the passing of Swedish cartoonist, Journalist and strip maker Jan-Erik Garland.

In 1972 Tom Batiuk’s Funky Winkerbean began, whilst 1995 saw the end of Berkeley Breathed’s Outland after six gloriously bizarre years and, by most accounts, the last ever The Boondocks strip by Aaron McGruder in 2006.

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The Dancing Plague


By Gareth Brookes (SelfMadeHero)
ISBN: 978-1-910593-98-1 (PB/Digital edition)

Plagues, disasters and mysteries are, quite understandably, on everyone’s minds at the moment. What’s become clear over the last few years is that we all react in different ways to something genuinely too big for mortals to cope with – especially those brightly coloured Idiots-In-Charge, universally elected almost everywhere by us idiots who aren’t…

For auteur extraordinaire Gareth Brookes, the earlier annus horribilis of enforced confinement caused by CoVid involved a deep delve back into history; unto a strikingly different contagion that shook contemporary civilisation and tried the patience, initiative and abilities of the authorities.

It also gave him the perfect arena to examine other societal ills we haven’t cured or properly addressed – such as the role and increasing vile treatment of women; the overwhelming disruptive and corrosive power of dogma and the perpetual inescapable corruption of those at the top by the very power they wield on our behalf.

Brookes is a Capital-A Artist, printmaker, textile creator and educator who learned his craft(s) at the Royal College of Art and who has subsequently appeared in ArtReview; Kus; The British Library’s Comics Unmasked exhibition and numerous classrooms and lecture theatres as inspirational teacher. He began literally crafting comics in 2015 with astounding, disturbing and hilarious epic The Black Project, and followed up two years later with an equally incisive take on perceptual disability: A Thousand Coloured Castles. His latest off-kilter gem was an adaptation of Izaak Walton’s The Compleat Angler (patience! we’ll get there one day).

The Dancing Plague also harks back to a time far removed, but one so-clearly beset with familiar problems, devilishly demonstrating how humanity has barely changed in spite of the passing centuries, a massive shift in dominant worldview and what we’ll graciously call major advances in understanding of the universe and our place in it…

From the 11th century onward, Central European historians and clerics detailed outbreaks of spontaneous, uncontrolled dancing – “choreomania” – which initially gripped and compelled women to prance and cavort without stopping. Causing great injury and always spreading to children, men and apparently, in some cases livestock, these outbreaks were far beyond the ability of civic leaders, theologians or physicians to cure… or even adequately contain.

With instances cited all over the Holy Roman Empire from Saxony to Italy, the fictionalised tale here concentrates on the well-documented outbreak afflicting citizens of Strasbourg, Alsace (now in France) in June 1518, which followed in the wake of a far more well-known pestilence – the Black Death.

Mary is an extraordinary girl gripped by revelations and visions: either a disruptive pawn of devils or the chosen mouthpiece of an outraged Lord and Saviour Jesus. Whatever the cause, she glimpses hidden truths and is compelled to expose the hypocrisy and corruption of high-ranking churchmen who betray their vows and faith. From near-death at her outraged and terrified father’s hands, via a truly unwise ineffective vocational stint as a nun who can’t stay silent, to abused wife and mother, Mary speaks out, steps out and is suitably reviled and punished for it. Happily, something supernatural is keeping an eye on her…

Despite proof of miracles, rampant death, hunger and uncanny phenomena, Mary and her children abide and endure in acceptable normality until one day her drunken husband reports how he saw their neighbour Frau Troffea capering and hopping about in the street. What Mary sees is a woman pulled and bent by the gleefully malign ministrations of demons…

And so, another period of panic, intolerance and governmental ineptitude commences, with as usual tragic consequences for those at the bottom of the social hierarchy who get the chance to be scapegoated and gaslit yet again…

Episodically ducking and diving between 4th June 1500 and an Epilogue set in March 1527, the grand dance unfolds and who knows where or how it will end?

Deeply unsettling, earthily, gloriously vulgar in the manner of the Boccaccio’s Decameron or proper, unexpurgated Chaucer; outrageously witty and slyly admonitory, The Dancing Plague is rendered with (I’m assuming positively therapeutic) mastery in invitingly multicoloured, multi-layered linework reminiscent of woodblock prints, generated by “pyrographic” (inscribed with heated drawing tools) and painstakingly-sewn embroidery. As I’ve said in previous reviews, it’s like nothing you’ve ever seen and serves to form an equally unique narrative.

Preceded by a context-establishing Foreword by Anthony Bale – Professor of Medieval Studies, Birkbeck, University of London – providing all the factual background necessary to understand and enjoy this terpsichorean treat and details on two remarkable female historical figures whose lives inspired this yarn (sorry/mea culpa: I’m weak and couldn’t resist), this is graphic triumph no fan of the medium or social redeemer should miss.
Text and images © 2021 Gareth Brookes. All rights reserved.

Congratulations to Kit Anderson and Avery Hill Publishing as Second Shift made the final cut of nominations for the prestigious Nebula Awards. 2026 is the debut year for the Nebula Award graphic novel category, so check out the book, scope out the competition and come back in June for the canapes, clingy dresses, cheers and crying bit…

Day before yesterday in 1912 vas born German of many talents Franz-Werner Richter-Johnsen (Detektiv Schmidtchen), as were French cartoonists Raymond Maric AKA Raymond Chiavarino in 1927 and in 1951 Plantu (Jean Plantureux). In 1955, US cartoonist Kevin Kallaugher came along, and in 1977 we lost Superman Studio first ranker Ed Dobrotka (and initial visualizer of The Toyman). Finally it wasn’t until today in 1991 that 2000 AD finally went full-colour. You kids don’t know you’ve bin borne…

Yesterday in 1892 Tarzan artist and Turok co-creator Rex Maxon was born, just like artist/cartoonist/animation legend Joseph Barbera was in 1911 and all-rounder Bill Wray in 1956. Eerily connected by Hellblazer, Glenn Fabry was born in 1961 and Steve Pugh in 1966. In 1984 seminal UK horror weekly Scream! premiered on this date whilst in 2007 we lost master draughtsman Marshall Rogers (Batman, Howard the Duck, Cap’n Quick & A Foozle, Coyote, GI Joe).

Today in 1887, strip pioneer and comedy goldminer Robert Quillen (Willie Willis, Aunt Het) was born in Syracuse, Kansas. In 1972 UK Sci Fi licensed product weekly Countdown closed down for good, whilst Tom Batiuk’s controversial (look it up!) media strip John Darling began, running to 1991 when it was quite literally killed…

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The Mirror Classic Cartoon Collection


By Peter O’Donnell, Jim Edgar, Barrie Tomlinson, Steve Dowling, John Allard, Frank Bellamy, Martin Asbury, Reg Smythe, Jim Holdaway, Jack Greenall, Jack Clayton, John Gillatt & various, compiled by Mike Higgs (Hawk Books)
ISBN: 978-1-89944-175-4 (Album HB)

This book includes Discriminatory Content produced in less enlightened times.

Not so much now but once upon a time, The Daily Mirror was home to a number of great British strip seldom matched and never surpassed. That proud boast began with one of the Empire’s greatest successes Tiger Tim, (who debuted there in 1904) and culminated with the likes of war-winning, morale-boosting naive nymph Jane, not to mention The Perishers, Garth, Andy Capp (who has frankly long outlived his appeal!) and many others.

Two of the above cited feature in this beautiful compilation from Mike Higgs’ Hawk Books which did so much over the years to keep British cartoon history alive. This particular triumph gathers sample selections from the newspaper’s back catalogue in a spiffily luxurious oversized (280 x 180 mm) hardback stuffed with fun, thrills and quality nostalgia.

The illustrious Garth is the first star, featured in an adventure from 1957 by series originator and longest serving creator Steve Dowling (1943-1969) – who was succeeded by his assistant John Allard, then Frank Bellamy and finally Martin Asbury.

Garth is a hulking physical specimen, a virtual human superman with the involuntary ability to travel through time and experience past and future lives. This simple concept lent the strip an unfailing potential for exotic storylines and fantastic exploits. ‘The Captive’ – written by Peter O’Donnell and illustrated by Dowling & Allard – is a later tale with our hero abducted from Earth as the prize of a galactic scavenger hunt instigated by bored hedonistic aliens who don’t realise quite what they’ve gotten themselves involved with…

A second adventure, ‘The Man-hunt’, is the last Frank Bellamy worked on. The astounding Mr. Bellamy died in 1976 whilst drawing this yarn of beautiful alien predators in search of prime genetic stock with which to reinvigorate their tired bloodlines. Written by Jim Edgar, the strip was completed by Asbury who took over with the 17th instalment. A tongue-in-cheek thriller, full of thrills and fantastic action, it never loses its light humorous touch.

Andy Capp is a drunken, skiving, misogynistic, work-shy, wife-beating scoundrel who has somehow become one of the most popular and well-loved strip characters of all time. Created by jobbing cartoonist Reg Smythe to appeal to northern readers during a circulation drive, he first saw the light of day – with long-suffering, perpetually abused-but-forgiving wife Florrie in tow – on August 5th 1957. It is not something that has travelled well, but at least proves even Brits can evolve and grow some taste…

This volume reprints 37 strips from the feature’s 41-year run, which only ended with Smythe’s death in 1998 and if I’m completely honest the sheer inexplicable magic of this “lovable rogue” is as appallingly intoxicating as it always was, defeating political correctness and common decency alike; A true Guilty Pleasure, I guess…

Romeo Brown began in 1954, drawn by Dutch artist Alfred “Maz” Mazure, starring a private detective with an eye for the ladies and a nose for trouble. The feature was a light, comedic adventure series adding some much-appreciated honestly needed glamour to the dour mid-1950s, but it really kicked into high gear when Maz left in 1957 to be replaced by Peter O’Donnell and brilliant Jim Holdaway who would go on to create the fabulous Modesty Blaise together. Old Romeo shut up shop in 1962 and is represented here by a pair of romps from the penultimate year. ‘The Arabian Knight’ and ‘The Admiral’s Grand-daughter’ combine sly, knowing humour, bungling criminality and dazzlingly visuals in a manner any Carry-On fan would die for.

Useless Eustace was a gag-panel (a single-picture joke) running from January 1935 to 1985. Created by Jack Greenall, its star was a bald, nondescript everyman who met travails of life with unflinching enthusiasm but very little sense. Greenall produced the strip until 1974, and other artists continued it until 1985. Selections here are from the war years and the 1960s. Another comedy panel was Calamity Gulch, a particularly British view of the ubiquitous Western which invaded our sensibilities with the rise of television ownership in the 1950s. Created by Jack Clayton, it began its spoofery sharp-shooting on 6th June 1960, and you can see 21 of the best right here, Pardner.

A staple of children’s comics that never really prospered in newspapers was sports adventure. At least not until 1989 when those grown up tykes opened the Daily Mirror to find a football strip entitled Scorer, written by Barrie Tomlinson and drawn by Barry Mitchell, and eventually John Gillatt. Very much an updated, R-rated Roy of the Rovers, the strip stars Dave ‘Scorer’ Storry and his team Tolcaster F.C. in fast, hot, “sexy” tales of the Beautiful Game that owed as much to the sports pages it began on as to the grand cartoon tradition.

‘Cup Cracker’ included here is by Tomlinson & Gillatt from 1994, and shows WAGS (Wives And GirlfriendS, non-sports fans) were never a new phenomenon.

Not many people know this – or indeed, care – but before I review an “old” book (which I arbitrarily define as something more than three years old) I look on the internet. It’s a blessing then to still see this wonderful and utterly British tome is readily available in France, Germany – most of Europe in fact and even in Britain. Surely that’s a testament to the book’s quality and desirability, and if that’s the case maybe Mirror Group Newspapers (MGN) or some history-loving print philanthropist should expedite a new edition – or even a few proper comprehensive sequels…
© 1998 Mirror Group Newspapers, Ltd. All Rights Reserved.

Today in 1914 cartoon genius John Stanley (Little Lulu, Thirteen Going on Eighteen, Melvin Monster) was born, with fellow leading lights Bernard Krigstein arriving in 1919, and Mort Drucker in 1929. Steve Dillon (Preacher, Laser Eraser & Pressbutton, The Punisher) and Lew Stringer (Tom Thug, Brickman, Combat Colin, Derek the Troll and his glorious blog Blimey!) both began brightening Britain’s murky shores from today in 1959.

In 1937, UK private eye strip Buck Ryan by Jack Monk & Don Freeman began in the Daily Mirror today, Jean Van Hamme & Grzegorz Rosi?ski’s mega-franchise Thorgal began in Le Journal de Tintin and in 1997 the Daily Mirror published its last Garth strip, ending a run that began in 1943.

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Hell on Earth – A DC Science Fiction Graphic Novel


By Robert Bloch, adapted by Keith Giffen & Robert Loren Fleming with Greg Theakston, Bill Wray, Gaspar Saladino & various (DC Comics)
ISBN 978-0-93028-905-8 (Album TPB)

During the 1980s DC, on a creative roll like many publishers large and small, attempted to free comics narrative from previous constraints of size and format as well as content. To this end, legendary editor Julie Schwartz called upon his old contacts from his youthful days as a Literary Agent to inveigle major names from the book world to have their early Sci-Fi and fantasy classics adapted into a line of Science Fiction Graphic Novels.

One of the most radical interpretations came courtesy of celebrated comedy wise-guys Keith Giffen & Robert Loren Fleming, with inks and colours from Greg Theakston & Bill Wray, not to mention phenomenal lettering and calligraphic effects from Gaspar Saladino.

Revered horror fantasist Robert Bloch developed out of the Lovecraftian tradition of the early pulps to become a household name for books such as Psycho and I Am Legend, which replaced unspeakable elder gods with just-as-nasty yet smaller-scaled devils like Jack the Ripper or that strange guy in the next apartment. In 1943 he scripted a blackly ironic tale of three ordinary people, researcher Professor Phillips Keith, his assistant Lily Ross and the reporter/pulp horror writer they hire to document their great experiment.

The tense interplay of this claustrophobic chiller is effectively captured by illustrator Giffen in his multi-panelled homage/distillation of José Muñoz’s stark art style as the experiment proceeds and the parapsychologists proceed to bring the Devil to Earth and trap him in a glass cage. Of course, as the lives of the trio spiral down into a miasma of darkness, guilt and regret, we have to ask: “Is he really trapped?”

Although a wordy, moody text, the interpreters have crafted a visual analogue that is just as tense and stifling as the original (which, if Satan is on your side, you might find in even rarer compilation Hell on Earth: the Lost Bloch volume two), so if you like daring art and classic spookiness you should track down this album. And while you’re at it why not grab the prose piece as well and see how it works sans graphic narrative?
© 1942 Weird Tales. Text and illustrations © 1985 DC Comics Inc. All Rights Reserved.

Today in 1927 George Storm’s venerable adventure strip Bobby Thatcher began, as did our entire hobby in a way, since in 1970 Minicon (precursor to Comic Con International) opened in San Diego’s U.S. Grant Hotel.

In 1929 Zagor cocreator Gallieno Ferri was born, just like Al Williamson in 1931, Mark Waid in 1962 and Jeff Lemire in 1976. In 1959 we lost jobbing artist Edwin Balmer of Speed Spaulding fame.

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Combat Zone: True Tales of GIs in Iraq


By Karl Zinsmeister, Dan Jurgens & Sandu Florea (Marvel Comics)
ISBN: 978-0-7851-1516-8 (TPB)

This book includes Discriminatory Content produced in less enlightened times.

As someone brilliant just said, what is it about the USA and countries that start with Ira….

It’s always good to see a company venture outside its self-constructed ghetto of Proprietary Characters, rather than endlessly re-hash names it’s already trademarked, and doubly so when it is to venture into genres that it has previously abandoned. Sadly, in some cases the question then becomes one of seeking new markets as opposed to simply looking for new resources to exploit. Comics have had a long and chequered history when it comes to militarism, ideological witch-hunting and band-wagon hopping.

Combat Zone features “real-life accounts” of US combatants in the 2003-2004 Iraq War, although – as you’d expect – “some incidents have been combined to make for a more condensed read”, and of course names have been changed to protect, etc. etc.

Writer Zinsmeister was an embedded reporter during the conflict so I’m sure the events are as true as he saw them but the overall feeling after reading the book was one of tedious detachment. Maybe modern military life is one of immense boredom, spent talking to buddies and telling everyone how cool your ordnance is, interlaced with the occasional skirmish, but if such is the case it shouldn’t be in a drama-oriented comic book.

It’s hard not to compare this with the excellent Real War Stories produced in the late 1980s by Eclipse or even such personal visions as Sam Glanzman’s many collections or Don Lomax’s gruelling, compelling and, above all, informative Viet Nam Journal, perhaps because all of these take the part, and the authorial voice, of the ordinary soldier, and there is an implicit understanding that, though necessary, the job at hand is neither easy or fun. Even Robert Kanigher’s Sgt. Rock tales had greater verisimilitude than what’s on offer here.

In Combat Zone even when a character eventually dies, the response is so anodyne that we know nobody really cares. There is more than the hint of the Press Release about it. Often it feels like the entire comic has passed through the same Pentagon ‘fact-checker’ that news reports do. A far cry, then, from Real War Stories #1, which a previous US government actually attempted to suppress.

On a purely dramatic level, the problem is one of heroic stature. When two desperate guys give their lives in a dramatic, doomed attempt to stop an onslaught of high-tech juggernauts from crushing their homeland, with nothing more than an old pick-up truck and a machine gun, those ought to be the heroes, not the bad guys!

There’s nothing but platitudes in each character’s mouth here to show the reader how justified the war might be, and no mention of the disastrous early days of allied blunders or numerous friendly fire incidents. ‘Those didn’t happen where I might see them’ is not an excuse in a documentary which has been subjectively edited “to make for a more condensed read”. You don’t get to pick and choose between Dramatic Authenticity and Journalistic Veracity at will, and not expect a few hits for it. Unless you are the incumbent administration, of course.

With lacklustre art masquerading as realism from comic super-star Dan Jurgens adding to the overall dullness of the mix (is it me or are all US soldiers darned good looking fellers?) the overall response to this was and remains one of disappointment. It felt as if the neither the creators nor the characters were in the least bit emotionally engaged. I certainly wasn’t. And I can’t wait to see what any legitimate comic publisher will do with the ongoing fracas under the sun…
© 2005 Marvel Characters Inc. All Rights Reserved.

Today in 2012, the Royal Mail issued stamps celebrating British comics landmarks The Beano, Dandy, Eagle, Topper, Roy of the Rovers, Bunty, Buster, Twinkle, Valiant and 2000 AD.

Tomorrow in 1895 was born real life comics villain Dr. Fredric Wertham: pop psychologist and figurehead of anti-comics witch hunts in the 1950s.

In 1922 Out Our Way debuted, care of J. R. Williams, and a bunch of births began in 1925 with The Phantom artist Bill Lignante, Italy’s Giancarlo (Martin Mystère) Alessandrini in 1950 and our very own David Hine (Sticky Fingers, Mambo, Silent War, The Bulletproof Coffin, District M, Spawn) in 1956

We lost Spanish comics pioneer Ramón Cilla in 1937, America’s Nervy Nat cartoonist Arthur Lewis in 1957 and Norwegian Anders Bjørgaard, renderer of Jens von Bustenskjold in 1967.