I freaked Kevin out yesterday. He came home and found me reading. Now, that in an of itself is not odd. What caused him to do a double take was the fact that I was reading a graphic novel. That tends to be Kevin’s home turf, not mine. But my hold list at the library is deep and wide so I really never know what will pop up on the shelf for me. Sometime in the murky past someone recommended this book to me and it finally found it’s way into my hands. And although it is rather gruesome, it is also rather delightful.
My experience with graphic novels is pretty grim. Mostly spandex clad muscle me and frighteningly busty women all deeply conflicted and trying to “Do Right.” The pictures are circus color bright and the writing full of exclamation marks and sounds like “SPLAT!” or “K-THUNK!” Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy a bit of escapism as much as the next girl but most super hero comic books just don’t butter my biscuit.
However, I should also confess that as a young kid I adored Mad Magazine. I loved the goofy drawings and all the little funny jokes hidden in the background of each page. I even remember playing Mad the board game and loving it. Alfred E. Newman. Ha! Perhaps that is why I liked Chew. The drawings are Mad-esque and there are funny little scribbles hidden throughout. I actually found myself scouring each picture looking for the joke. The story itself is strange and slightly disgusting. Our hero has the ability to see the past of everything he eats. This poses difficulties for him when trying to enjoy a nice pork roast but also leads him to join the FDA where he takes bites out of corpses, dead pets and severed fingers to find out the identity of bad guys. Gross, right? But also funny, dark, and strangely addictive. I’m actually going to put the next volume on my hold list. Not for the squeamish or the very young, but perfect for the odd duck.