Do I dare give you a synopsis of this first issue? I wish I could, but I really can’t, since I have no effing clue what’s going on in this book. Which isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
I can only speculate that the recovering alcoholic and all around shady gentleman in this book is living the 40 days of trials in the desert, much like Jesus of Christian beliefs. We come to him on day 26 of the trials, just in time for a interesting conversation with a rotten cat carcass. Classy to say the least. The cat has quite the potty mouth.
We also get to meet some of the lovely locals, reminiscent of Deliverance and the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. A demon even taunts our lone wanderer, but it’s unknown if these demons are even real, or just visions of a man drifting into insanity. That’s not where the madness ends, we do actually get to see a “miniature Jesus.” That little fella hops right off the crucifix during a sermon in a barren chapel.
While the cliffhanger including a miniature Jesus is quite intriguing, nothing in this book overly impressed me. The story is strange, something I often admire, but it came across as “trying too hard”. And Ted McKeever’s art exists in the book, it’s not bad, not good, just exists.
But let me finish this review off with the thing that annoyed me the most with this book, it’s size. It’s the size of a magazine, so you have to get a bag and board sized for magazines. Why do that? I’m so lazy, this thing will just sit out and collect pounds of dust before I go out and pick up a bag and board for it. Poor guy, getting all dirty.