Grant Morrison is Crazy

But I like him. He entered the comics scene in America in the 80s during a British invasion period (which included folks like Neil Gaiman), and he’s been screwing with narrative, mythology, and symbolism ever since. He took an almost forgotten book called Doom Patrol and made it a cut-up surrealist romp through outsiderism, doubt, and painful heroism. He brought the occult to Batman in Arkham Asylum. And he made a comic character self aware of his existence on the printed page in Animal Man. By comparison, We3 is fairly tame and straightforward. But it’s excellent. Three stolen pets (a dog, a cat, and a rabbit) are turned into weapons of mass destruction by the military--enhanced killing machines with the capability of rudimentary speech. The trouble is that they are both too aware of what’s being done with them and confused by their faint memories of pethood. They’re looking for “home” but unsure of what the word means. No superheroes, beautiful art by Frank Quitely, and one of the best comic collections I’ve read in a long time. Also, one of the saddest.