I Don't Know If I Can Explain How Happy This Makes Me Without Blubbering, So Just Look At The Image

The Warren Ellis Love-In Continues...

As if I needed another validation of my confidence in and respect for Warren Ellis.*

Ellis on Obamania

Hot damn!

*There are no footnotes in this post. Except this one.

The Internet Jesus Commands It

At the risk of annoying redundancy, I'd like to restate my devotion to Warren Ellis in general, and Freakangels in particular. Read it. It's free. It's great. You're reading this blather telling you to read it, so time must not be an issue for you.*²

Also, my fellow Workshed Studio creator*³, Alan Evans, has a free webcomic as well. No, it's not about post-apocalyptic, drowned London. It's about female wrestlers working and living together while breaking into the business. Who can't get behind that?*⁴ Great stuff from Albone; definitely for fans of wrestling and action. And I'll be writing a story for one of the characters at some point in the future.*⁵

Rival Angels

Here, look at this pretty widget device for Freakangels. OoooOOOooohhh.*⁶

* Which has never scared me.

*2 Reading interweb blather is the number three drain on workplace productivity, right after phone banking and orgies.

*3 Comic book artists and writers call themselves creators because of a universal God complex. Universal God Complex is a top-shelf theme park in Salt Lake City, UT.

*4 'That', not 'them'. It's not that kind of comic.

*5 Don't let that stop you from reading Rival Angels in the interim.

*6 AHHH! A GHOST!

Freakangels!!!

I don't care if you don't like comics. I don't care if you have dial-up that causes snails to guffaw. I don't care if someone just lit your mustache on fire. I don't care if you dropped your nitroglycerin pill into your Lipton Iced Tea and feel a gripper coming on. I just don't care. You must read this! Right away! No excuses. That is all.

Warren Ellis/Paul Duffield - Freakangels

Crooked Little Vein - Warren Ellis

So, as a bookseller, there are some perks. The best, of course, is seeing cool books long before they are released. But, with great power yadda yadda yadda. That in mind, it's expected that if I see something good, I let people know. Here you go...

If Chuck Palahniuk was kidnapped, Raymond Chandler was resurrected, their DNA was spliced together, and the mad scientists responsible for those events wanted something to read on lonely nights in the lab, Crooked Little Vein would be the result.

Fans of Warren Ellis's comic book work know that he deconstructs genres as a function of breathing, and now he's brought his particular insanity to the literary establishment. This book flouts conventions long held sacred in noir stories. There is no square-jawed stoic gumshoe. Our hero is a dead-end detective whose defining feature is his impossibly bad luck. Corruption is not so much railed against as resigned to. To say Ellis forgoes understatement would be an understatement. It's all there in front of you, pulsing with strangeness and testing your stomach's resolve. Crooked Little Vein is vintage Warren Ellis, and it's time more people know just what that means.