Okay, I’m not sure where my head was at back in ’05, but I’m starting to feel actively lazy at this point. James flies solo on this short chapter, and does a great job of handling the typewriter stuff as well as the pen stuff.
As somebody who’s followed James’ career for well over 20 years, he’s got a keen grip on the balance between straight comedy and the grim, introspective side of life — there’s a lot of Don Hembeck in the art, but a lot of Dave Berg in the writing, if you’re an old-school Mad Magazine fan like I am. It’s great to see that sensibility carried forward into the surreal excesses of the Maniverse.
