This is just gratuitous, childish ickiness, with the artist giggling her fool head off.
With the added, much more terrible horror on a little piece of paper.
I’ve been accused of yanking my readers’ heads around.
Well, d’uh.
This is just gratuitous, childish ickiness, with the artist giggling her fool head off.
With the added, much more terrible horror on a little piece of paper.
I’ve been accused of yanking my readers’ heads around.
Well, d’uh.
Shit’s about to blow… more than it already has.
I’m feeling sorry for Kjars, and sorrier for Dagmar, who ever she is. Something awful has happened.
As for Peach’s justified rage, Udo and the guys have no where to run.
I LOVE the clawed hands reaching skywise from the pit, like some B-grade horror film.
And all the hilarity opening your sensitive bits right up, ready for the sledgehammer that’s about to arrive…it shares more than just a family name with “Gunner? Rommel who?”
I can’t say anything — things are just gonna get worse. Youse guys are the kind of readers who know how scary — and how beautifully written — Spike Milligan’s stuff really was. One of our great, unrecognized authors, BTW.
(In around 1810, there was a craze for acronmyns; PDQ and OK are two of the survivors. The German Umlaut is really in that family of shorthand. etc., ie, re are earlier versions. We’ve seen FYI, FYEO, and the venerable SNAFU. Let’s see, what will last from today: OMG, WTF, LOL? Oh, noes, the linguist file in my head popped open! My personal Acs are LTD and…I can’t remember what it is. If I do remember, I’ll come back and put it here. I do loves me the correctibility of the Interwebs.).
Hah! I’ve just finished re-reading Spikes war diaries, and they really made me think of your work. They have the same complexity, humour and humanity, and yeah, as katareina says above, they have that thing about making you laugh and then kicking you in the gut. Its a great cobination!
I also remember being genuinely shocked by Pfirsch’s verbal reaction on the next page.
Too many English movies as kid, I guess. And thank you — he’s just an amazing, and much-ignored — writer. It’s a huge compliment to be compared to him by readers who really got what he was saying. More people should be reading him today as a hilariously serious writer.
Michael, it’s like when my mom swore — ONCE — and made the files in her kids’ heads go all squirrelly. And at second-hand report from my elder sister, at that. When your mom has made your brother eat Lava soap for using the N-word, and you couldn’t say “darn,” or “I’ll kill you!” to hear she’d snapped, “Well, isn’t that just chicken-shit!” left us discombobulated for days.
Speaking of writers that make you twitch: after the middle-east morass, go back and read Kipling’s “The Light That Failed.” Marching to Kandahar, indeed.