Random Comics

Here’s some comics I’ve read over the past… three weeks? Yes, I’ve really been slacking on my comics reading.

I’m learning French, so I’ve been buying masses of French comics… and then not actually reading them, because it’s hard. But I thought I should get my fesses in a gear and just get into it.

Fuck ze tourists by Maltaite & Zidrou is a pretty amusing look at mass tourism. It’s a collection of mostly three page storylets (featuring recurring tourists), and while it’s not exactly well-observed, it’s funny.

Here’s what tourism in Barcelona will look like in years to come, for instance. Seems likely.

This Yuichi Yokoyama book is fantastic — as a physical object, it’s just perfect.

As usual, it’s totally propulsive and engrossing.

It’s a collection of short vignettes, though, so there not that development… but it’s still exhilarating.

They explain that the last piece (the title piece) hasn’t been translated, because it’s not necessary — these are burning sounds.

And indeed, so it is.

Ace.

I bought this in Paris not realising that it was a translation from an American comic — Monsters was published more than a decade ago, but I hadn’t read it.

And… it’s very 90s autobio. It’s about the author having Herpes.

And while reading it, I was wondering whether Ken Dahl was taking the piss? It’s about the Total Angst that he has; feeling like a leper or something. But… like… everybody has Herpes, don’t they? So it was a confusing read — I was starting to wonder whether it was a satire on the form, or whether it was a metaphor for something or…

But then towards the end, his new girlfriend tells him that everybody has Herpes, so er like.

Wat.

But other than that, Dahl is a very talented artist, at least — the various horrifying Herpes sore drawings are amazing.

Reading this book was so easy for me that I started wondering whether I should read other comics that had been translated to French. The hardest part about reading French comics is how much slang there is in many of them, and plays on words, und so weiter. Perhaps translators use more formal French that’s easier to read? So to test my hypothesis, I next read this:

The first Corto Maltese book. It was originally written in Italian, so…

And indeed! I can read most of these pages without help from Google Translate! It’s a pretty wordy adventure, though, so it took me some days to get through it… my brain shuts down after reading French for more than an hour.

I’ve read this many times before in various translations, of course, but this is the first time I’ve read a version in colour. And the colouring is sensitive and well done, but I still prefer the original black and white.

It’s a lovely book — it’s the longest of the Corto Maltese albums, I think? And definitely not the best, but it’s still fantastic.

I got this from here.

It’s a huge newspaperish thing…

… with some comics, but like… eh. I wasn’t very taken with it.

I guess many things are sourced from “found items”? And there’s a long discussion with ChatGPT, and friends don’t make friends read LLM-generated text… but the thing seems to go out of its way to make things hard on the reader — printing things upside down, chopped up, and whatever — and while that can work, you have to instil a confidence in the reader that it’s going to be worth the work. And I had no such belief at all, so I started skipping toot de suite.

I had some problems with The Customer Is Always Wrong by Mimi Pond some years ago — I found it to be a pretty messy read.

This biography of the Mitford Sisters has the opposite problem — it reads without any resistance at all. It’s like listening to a voice-over on a documentary while images flutter endlessly to keep the viewer engaged.

And I do like the artwork, but I absolutely loathe that genre. And I have no interest in these Mitford sisters, so I ditched the book after 70 pages.

I’m sure it’ll end up on everybody’s Best Of list of 2025, and I congratulate Drawn & Quarterly on another hit.

And that’s it.

Book Club 2025: A Murder in Mayfair by Robert Barnard

What a horrible cover design!

Anyway, as usual with Barnard, this is a somewhat unusual mystery. And unusually for Barnard, he keeps the bloviating under control, so things meander along quite nicely.

The solution to the mystery, though, leaves more than a bit to be desired. It’s not a cheat, exactly, but… just not terribly exciting.

OK, next I should read something less mysteryish.

A Murder in Mayfair (1999) by Robert Barnard (buy new, buy used, 3.54 on Goodreads)

Book Club 2025: A Scandal in Belgravia by Robert Barnard

What a horrible cover design!

I’ve read this before, but it’s been decades. I remember nothing about this except that I think it’s one of the better Barnard books?

But once I started reading it, I realised that it has the best twist of any Barnard books. Barnard always has a twist of some kind, but they’re frequently twists in bits you don’t expect to get twisted, if that makes any sense. That is, instead of a normal mystery twist, it’ll be something totally different — and this book carries that off in the most extreme manner: First we get the solution to the mystery in the normal way (pretty good mystery), and then in the very, very final sentence of the book we get a twist so momentous that you can’t help laugh out loud.

Unfortunately, it’s so memorable that I remembered it several decades afterwards… on the other hand, the mystery itself was OK, so whatevs.

(The book also does display Barnard’s tendency to bloviate about Society And All Its Ills, but it’s not too bad in that dept. I guess you could shave off about 50 pages here, and the book would have been better, but it’s fine.)

A Scandal in Belgravia (1991) by Robert Barnard (buy used, 3.79 on Goodreads)

Book Club 2025: The Cat Next Door by Marian Babson

Wow, that’s a kinda passive-aggressive pull quote for the cover… “Cat lovers”, “prolific” and “cozy”. I think the subtext here is that no sane people would ever read this kind of churned-out rubbish.

“Enjoyable”. Wow. High praise indeed.

Anyway, I wanted to read something that’s easy on the brains, once again, so here we are.

I guess you could say that the setup here is pretty original. A murder has taken place, and there’s an accused at a trial, but the point-of-view character is a cousin who has returned, and is totally stressed out and exhausted for reasons we’re not told until late in the book. She’s not trying to investigate, either, but is instead just whirring around wringing her hands.

So that’s original, but it’s also really annoying. So while this is a short novel, it feels like it could have been half the length, really — there’s a deadly stasis to the book… until we get to the last quarter, and things start happening. The ending is so eyeroll inducing that it almost makes up for the rest of the book.

The Cat Next Door (2002) by Marian Babson (buy used, 3.54 on Goodreads)

Book Club 2025: The Wraiths of Will and Pleasure by Storm Constantine

When I grow bored of an author, I have a tendency to buy one more book by them. This usually happens when I’m at a sale in a book shop, and I go “oh, well, it’s cheap; perhaps…”

So this is classic — I’d been kinda into Storm Constantine in the late 90s (as was a friend of mine), but I found them books less and less enthralling. But this book was apparently 50% off, so I bought it (in 2010, I think). And then, of course, I never read it.

Now’s the time!

Hm, yes, exactly… This book is set between two previous books that I’ve read, but I read them back in the 90s and I don’t remember much about them. It’s about… Hermaphrodite Vampires From Spaaace? Or something? But this all feels familiar — the extreme amount of fantasy jargon: Not just unfamiliar names like “Wraeththu”, but also words like “nohar” instead of “nobody” (because this species is also called “har”), and so on.

Which is all fun and stuff, but this is combined with a certain slipperiness — we get pages and pages about savage tribes and strange rituals, and then on the next page they’re making tea in the kitchen and having some cookies. That is, it’s hard to get a handle on what this world looks like; it’s like a half-imagined feverish dream.

It’s a bit of a brick of a book — after I’d read a hundred pages, I went “no, I’m not reading four hundred more pages of this”, and then I carried on, and “no, I’m not reading three hundred more pages of this”, until I reached the end. It’s not entirely successful, but I liked it enough to carry on, almost despite myself. But it took me a week to read the book, so I wasn’t very enthusiastic about it…

It’s very much a “well, I have all this backstory I figured out while writing the other books, so I might as well just put all that down on paper”. So structure goes out the window — it starts off following three different plot threads, but then two of them peter out and the last half of the book is just one of those plot threads”.

But it was also nice to read one of these big fantasy books again? Quantity has a quality all of its own.

I’m going to go ahead and guess that this is a well-liked book on Goodreads, but that there will be people who hated it. Let’s have a look!

Yes, that’s a very high score.

But the second-most liked review is a negative one.

Yes, it’s written in a more straightforward way than the original books.

So there you go. While I didn’t hate this book, I definitely won’t be picking up any further books in the series.

The Wraiths of Will and Pleasure (2003) by Storm Constantine (buy new, buy used, 4.23 on Goodreads)