Brooklyn Animal Control #1
Written by J. T. Petty
Art by Stephen Thompson
IDW Publishing
I will admit the title had me wondering, but when I scrolled through a few cyber pages I was “oh ya this one I gotta read’.
The Brooklyn Animal Control here is not after your common terrier-cross mutt, or even rogue Rottweilers.
No, the Control agents here are a secret force whose job it is to place the lycans of Brooklyn.
It seems werewolves played a role in the early days of building Brooklyn. Many are part of a union where members work the high steel (personally I would have thought werecats would have better balance for that job).
The general public is of course oblivious to the existence of werewolves.
And for the most part the secret remains safe, backed up by some agreement signed by the werewolves decades ago.
When a werewolf does change in public, or worse goes rogue and kills someone in steps Brooklyn Animal Control.
In issue #1 of the series writer J.T. Petty wastes little time in ramping up the action.
The long-serving matriarch of the werewolves is basically senile, and goes out and changes in public.
That sets off a power struggle for control of the clan, and it looks like it will be bloody, with ‘mutts/and control officers among the dead in the first book.
This has the makings of a Sopranos-esque tale with the added pizazz of werewolves. Really do you need more than that to put this on your ‘I want’ list?
Casanova Acedia Vol #1
Written by Matt Fraction & Michael Chabon
Art by Fábio Moon & Gabriel Bá
Image Comics
Casanova Acedia Vol #1 is a book I thumbed through one day at the local bookstore. The art was cool, and had me close to buying it, without knowing anything of the storyline.
That day I ended up opting for a couple of Jeff Lemire written Green Arrows.
Then Casanova Acedia shows up to review, which I thought was rather fortuitous.
At least until I sat down to read the mixed up mishmash of weed induced nauseum.
This story made about as much sense as a Swiss laundry list, crossed with a Japanese sushi menu.
Perhaps if I was younger, and partaking of certain mood enhancers, like maybe a scoop shovel to the head, it would have made some kind of twisted sense.
The art did continue to be a wild treat of some enjoyment, but overall it was just ticks on the clock lost reading this one.
