Nick Cave is the Awesomest Human Alive (or Dead)

Oh my God! The Death of Bunny Munro comes out in like two and a half months or something!

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American Jesus Volume 1: Chosen

American Jesus Volume 1: Chosen by Mark Millar and Peter Gross is hysterical, but not quite as outrageous as I thought it was going to be.

At least that was what I thought until I got to the last like three pages.

I’m not going to ruin the surprise.

I’m just going to tell you that you really should run out, buy this and read the fuck out of it.

Ever wonder how many cocks Satan has?

Apparently, it’s 5.

But that’s all I’m saying.

Go read this.

Tristessa by Kerouac

Okay, Kerouac is one of those authors I’d never read and kept meaning to get around to, so a few weeks ago, I saw Tristessa sitting there and decided to pick it up.

My only regret is that I didn’t get it at half price books.

I won’t say it was a complete waste of time since it only took me a day and a half to get through, but it didn’t really make me wanna go out and read anything else he’s done.

It’s the story of a drifter who becomes enamored with a junkie named Tristessa, (Hence the title. Get it?)

It really isn’t a cohesive narrative, but I don’t think that was why it didn’t click with me.

Naked Lunch is one of my favorite books after all and it doesn’t even have anything really even resembling a story let alone a plot.

And maybe that was the problem is that I was trying to read Kerouac from start to finish like one would a conventional novel.

Maybe, like Naked Lunch, Tristessa is best when just meandered through.

With Burroughs, the parts are generally greater than the sum and that’s just fine.

Kerouac did seem to have the knack for calling up distinct emotional snapshots in a very few simple words.

“It’s like winning an angel in hell,” and “morphine takes all the sex out of your parts and leaves it somewhere else, in your gut.”

And the page or so when Old Bull eloquently explains to us why morphine is better than love is truly a beautiful and sad passage.

So, I guess I’m not ready to pass judgment just yet.

I’ll probably pick Tristessa up again in a few months and just casually flip through it and we’ll see if, like Burroughs, Kerouac is best enjoyed a bit at a time.

Jenny Finn: Doom Messiah

Jenny Finn: Doom Messiah by Mignola/Nixey/Dalrymple is one of the best graphic novels I’ve read this year, so why can’t I really think of much to say about it?

The artwork is amazing and the characters are fascinating and creepy as hell.

Antman

The Irredeemable Ant-Man Volume 1: Low-Life Digest by Robert Kirkman & Phil Hester is not nearly as funny or outrageous as it wants to be, but it’s entertaining enough to serve as a diversion.



Not really much to say about it.

Guy gets ant suit, becomes superhero and uses his new powers to try and get laid.

The idea sounds better than the actual product.

Clever enough to finish reading it, but not enough to buy the next installment.

Hellshock

Hellshock by Jae Lee is your typical girl meets boy during her internship as a doctor in a madhouse, boy is delusional, girl falls for boy, boy goes into a persistent vegetative state, girl thinks boy might be an angel, girl takes boy out on the roof, girl flies away with her new boy, girl and boy, in reality, have just jumped off a building, boy breaks his neck and dies, girl gets committed and lives out her days as a split person, half her own doctor, half her own patient story.

Actually, I really loved this book. The story is haunting, touching and remorseful and the artwork is frequently breathtaking.