A blonde, blue-eyed baby is born to a non-white family in Copenhagen. A DNA test proving parentage does little to stop accusations of infidelity. Shunned by her family and supported only in secret by her husband, Sorraya raises her child alone.
Soon, similar cases appear across Europe – thousands and thousands of apparently illegitimate children. Racial tensions rise as society grapples with ideas of culture and identity. There is a panicked scramble to search for a cause, or even a cure. Continue reading “The Danes – Clarke (Review)”
A paradise of green hills and beautiful women; the little town full of bustle and work; the sound of music in the air. And then a man arrives, as they are wont to do, bringing panic and disruption in his wake.
Ladycastle is a graphic novel all about how much trouble men cause: a refreshingly honest take on the classic fairytales. The Disney-style musical number that introduces the characters is a blunt account, in their own words, of how bad things are in the kingdom of men. I’ve got a lot of time for this approach. Continue reading “Ladycastle – Delilah Dawson & Ashley A. Woods (Review)”
“Trust me – it’s not porn.”
That’s a line – the most memorable line – from a review request I received. It’s not a common line in review requests; off-hand, I can’t think of anything I’ve reviewed, or even read, that the author felt needed the same disclaimer. Given the title, and the cover, and the concept, and the characters though, I do understand.
After a glowing green meteor crashes down into the woods outside of town, lesbian zombies start seducing women and devouring men. I know that sounds ridiculous. It’s up to a lesbian-obsessed loser and a practical lesbian (not a zombie one) to save the day. I know that sounds ridiculous as well.
Continue reading “Lesbian Zombies from Outer Space (Review)”
I have a fondness for slashers. I like watching the remorseless killer hunt down the group one-by-one, killing each member as they break some arbitrary moral code. I like the ludicrously elaborate executions and hunts. Most of all, I like the final section, when one white-faced, terrified girl (sometimes a couple) turns at bay, and takes the fight back against the killer.
So I was very excited when I heard about Hack/Slash. In this series, slashers are a form of undead – those so filled with rage that they come back, to get revenge or to live out some trauma. Cassie is a final girl – someone who survived an encounter with a slasher. Now, with her gigantic, tacitrun sidekick Vlad, she goes after slashers all across the US, hunting the hunters of secretive teenagers and promiscuous sorority sisters. Continue reading “Hack/Slash (Review)”
My view of Revival is coloured, unfortunately, by what I thought it was before reading it. Based on a single sentence blurb and the cover, I assumed that this was a book about an absent death and a human replacement – the sort of story that I am all about. This was not an accurate assumption.
That’s not a mark against it – stories are allowed to be other than I first assume. Further, I’ve only read Volume One so far, and it is possible that the idea (heavily suggested by the cover) will come through. It just means that my criticisms in this instance should be seen through a lens of slight disappointment. Continue reading “Revival (Review)”
Continuing my practice of reading Hellboy-related things without Hellboy in them, I was given Witchfinder. Or, to give it its full title, Witchfinder Volume 1: In the service of angels. Continue reading “Witchfinder (Review)”
I’ve said before that the one thing I dislike about Hellboy is Hellboy. He’s brash, crude, and vulgar; I like my paranormal investigators to have a touch of sophistication about them. Hellboy is an all-American hero in the worst way.
The B.P.R.D. (Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense) comics are therefore something I approve of. They keep the dark tone, the Gothic architecture, and the Nazi occultists that make Hellboy interesting, and dispense with Hellboy. This is the story of normal, mortal men fighting powers beyond their comprehension, dealing with horrors that do not belong in their modern world. Continue reading “B.P.R.D. 1946-1948 (Review)”