Where else but in comics can you get an experience that goes from personal confessions to scathological annedoctes to bizarre dream-like situations to segments from the christian gospels all in the same package? If what I've just described sounds impossibly strange, then chances are you've never dared into the realm of canadian cartoonist Chester Brown's Yummy Fur. I should note that I wasn't aware of Yummy Fur when it was being published, even so, reading it later on was an experience unlike anything else in comics. Issue to issue, its author grew and experimented and boldly succeeded at going beyong safe, familiar territory into realms of seldom charted (at least for comics) wild human experience and imagination. And even now, he continues to do so. Like him or not, Chester Brown is one of the current prophets of the comics medium leading the way into wild, dangerous territories.
I suppose in these days when the "graphic novel" rules uber alles
and the periodical, stappled, traditional format of comic books seems to be going the way of the Dodo, it would be far much hipper to praise the collected narratives that have sprung out of this unforgetable comic. Ed, The Happy Clown. The Playboy. I Never Liked You.
All remarkable comics.Yet, great as they are, separated, they cannot replicate the wild feeling and effect of the original comic where they first appeared serialized.
Yummy Fur was inventive, refreshing, fearless and entertaining. It constantly reminds me of why I fell in love with comics. What else can one ask for from a comic book?
Labels: Chester Brown, comics, Yummy Fur