Secretimes
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- 12,99 €
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- 12,99 €
Description de l’éditeur
“Jones is a major figure in Canadian art, equal parts shamanistic visionary and goofball humourist.”-Sequential
When two simple hobos – a pigeon and his elephant buddy – are wrongfully accused of murdering Mr. Mouse Mouser, the consequences are dire. Secretimes delineates an alternate universe—a world that favors the rich and grinds the poor and unfortunate into paste. Each page is a brightly colored nightmare populated with vapid celebrities and lazily scheming businessmen.
Keith Jones creates a pop parable that is stunning and alluring to look at and hellish to live in. Graffiti-covered walls, melting neon figures, idiosyncratic sound effects, and anthropomorphized bros meld together in this satire of modern life and modern values. His sense of humor is manic, snickering, and surreal, each line imbued with a rich sense of irony. Jones’s pacing gives each page a frenzied paranoia that belies his characters’ fantasies of utter control. Secretimes is darkly funny in Jones’s irresistibly offkilter signature style.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Cartoon violence electrifies every page of this madcap journey through societal imbalance. Two forest-dwelling hobos a nattily dressed pigeon and elephant are scapegoated when the obnoxious Mr. Mouse Mouser is accidentally slain. Sixty pages of hallucinatory bloodshed ensue, ensnaring celebrities, civilians, and officials of justice within a Technicolor tangle of good and evil. Every page is a study in contrasts: the rounded, funnies-page characters are spattered with gore, surrounded by crude sexuality, and sunk deep into the corruption lurking in every corner of their world. Their enthusiastic, monosyllabic dialogue circumscribes a story in which the powerful are unassailable and the powerless subject to their whims. Canadian artist Jones, who gained notice as an experimental cartoonist with his previous Catland Empire, supplies delirious art and fancifully grotesque twists and turns. While the shock of it all grows dull in the last few pages, a gruesome little jewel of a tale remains.
