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Lauded novelist Margaret Atwood and acclaimed artist Johnnie Christmas collaborate on one of the most highly anticipated comic book and literary events of the year.On a dark night, young genetic engineer Strig Feleedus is accidentally mutated by his own experiment and merges with the DNA of a cat and an owl. What follows is a humorous, action-driven, pulp-inspired superhero adventure - with a lot of cat puns.
Author Notes
Margaret Atwood was born in 1939 in Ottawa, and grew up in northern Ontario and Quebec, and in Toronto. She received her undergraduate degree from Victoria College at the University of Toronto and her master's degree from Radcliffe College. Margaret Atwood is the author of more than forty volumes of poetry, children's literature, fiction, and non-fiction, but is best known for her novels. Her newest novel, MaddAddam (2013), is the final volume in a three-book series that began with the Man-Booker prize-nominated Oryx and Crake (2003) and continued with The Year of the Flood (2009). The Tent (mini-fictions) and Moral Disorder (short fiction) both appeared in 2006. Her most recent volume of poetry, The Door , was published in 2007. In Other Worlds- SF and the Human Imagination , a collection of non-fiction essays appeared in 2011. Her non-fiction book, Payback- Debt and the Shadow Side of Wealth was adapted for the screen in 2012. Ms. Atwood's work has been published in more than forty languages, including Farsi, Japanese, Turkish, Finnish, Korean, Icelandic and Estonian. Margaret Atwood currently lives in Toronto with writer Graeme Gibson.
Reviews (3)
Publisher's Weekly Review
Atwood's (The Handmaid's Tale; Oryx and Crake) fiction is often complex and challenging to read, but in her first foray into the world of graphic novels, her wickedly funny sensibility as a poet shines through. The tale starts with the transformation of Strig Feeledus, who is struck by a car and finds himself bathed in a secret formula the driver (his boss) was carrying. Strig is now able to morph into a half-cat, half-bird humanoid hybrid, and he realizes that there are others like him. He and his comrades, including Cate Leone and Count Catula, must be on guard against the ratlike Muroid, who looks like he won't be satisfied with anything less than world domination. Christmas is just the right illustrator for Atwood's narrative, not just because of his talent for drawing all things avian, rodent, and feline, but because of his acute understanding of how the human form changes when combined with these creatures. His illustrations also do an excellent job of showcasing Atwood's humor. (Sept.) © Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
Booklist Review
Though it's probably not what you'd expect from the literary luminary, Atwood's foray into comic books is nothing if not spirited, imbued as it is with campy elements iconic of classic comics. Strig Feleedus is pumped for his new job working on a gene-splicing serum, even if his snooty boss is too demanding. But what happens next changes everything: after a calculated car crash involving Strig, his cat, a nearby owl, and a flask of the serum, he wakes up a new man. Well, a new man-cat-owl. Meanwhile, his sexy coworker and fellow cat-person, Cate, reveals a whole underworld of animal-human hybrids. It's a kooky story, but, given Atwood's inspiration, coupled with her passion for cat care and bird conservation (linked issues, she argues), that's hardly a surprise. Christmas' cinematic, action-rich panels nicely capture Atwood's story in rich colors and naturalistic figures. In keeping with the cat- and bird-care themes, footnotes with helpful tips appear every so often. It might not be groundbreaking stuff, but this nostalgic romp will likely delight many comics fans.--Hunter, Sarah Copyright 2016 Booklist
New York Review of Books Review
created by the Norwegian artist Hariton Pushwagner between 1969 and 1975, then unseen for decades, the astonishing cartoon treatise soft city (New York Review Comics, $35.) has finally arrived in the United States. Its oversize pages depict city life as an identity-annihilating, cookie-cutter horror, observed by a baby named Bingo. After waking up and taking their daily "Life" pill, countless identical men in hats wave to their wives and babies, go to their identical cars and flow in a river of traffic to mammoth parking garages and grids of office workstations. The women push carts down the aisles of gigantic supermarkets in a mute frenzy of consumption; a powerful boss watches scenes of tanks and factories on an enormous screen. Then everyone repeats the pattern in reverse. At home, they watch military atrocities on TV, retreat to their beds and take a pill marked "Sleep." That's not much of a story, but the point of "Soft City" is the obsessive execution and scale of Pushwagner's vision. Bingo and his parents, at the beginning and end, are blank, looming forms; in the commuting and work scenes that make up the bulk of the book, Pushwagner draws thousands of vehicles or desks or workers in symmetrical perspective with a thin, uneasy line, receding into infinitesimal marks at the horizon. Occasionally, there's a flash of narration - "We are secure. You have to be secure" - or thought-balloon babble - "Soft bartender cream feeling. Streamline first class business taste of life!" Labels abound: "soft park," "soft TV," "soft meat." Everything in Pushwagner's inferno is comfortable, and nothing is bearable. Another hellish variation on received notions of domesticity fuels this year's most compelling comic-book serial, The Vision, by Tom King and Gabriel Hernandez Walta, whose first half has been collected as the vision: Little Worse Than a Man (Marvel, paper, $17.99) - the conclusion, "Little Better Than a Beast," is due out this month. The Vision is a robot superhero who has "saved the world 37 times." He's built himself a robot wife, Virginia, and two robot teenage children, Vin and Viv, and they've moved to a pretty off-white house in Arlington, Va., to try to become more like humans. A long, horrific slide to disaster immediately ensues. There's a murder, a cover-up and, in their wake, cascading catastrophes, as the robots act in hapless accordance with their understanding of how emotions and relationships are supposed to work. Even as the story's tone darkens, King plays the Vision family's imitation of human rituals for laughs: The robotic parents bicker mechanically about domestic responsibilities while the Vision is "at work." ("Wife, I am listening. It is just that I am also fighting Giganto.") And Walta's artwork (as well as Jordie Bellaire's coloring, with its impending-rainstorm palette) embraces human imperfection - even the straight lines of buildings have a freehand wobble, and blots of ink jut over panel borders. "The Merchant of Venice," which provides both volumes' titles, is a recurring presence in the story, jabbing at its themes of what makes actions just and what counts as fully human. "Mother?" Vin asks Virginia at one point, with an expression of analytical curiosity. "If you prick me, do I bleed?" Tom Gauld's MOONCOP (Drawn & Quarterly, $19.95) is a much quieter, more playful treatment of human alienation and technological chilliness. The nameless title character is on an extended assignment to police the first lunar colony - but there's nothing to police, since almost everyone has already given up and gone home to Earth. Gauld's characters have no visible mouths, and dots for eyes. A few boxy buildings dot their desolate landscape; there's a doughnut vending machine, a floating car that mostly works, a handful of settlers who've decided they'd probably be happier elsewhere, and various robots including a sort of audio-animatronic Neil Armstrong, endlessly narrating his lunar landing. Eventually, the lonely cop is assigned a therapy robot ("Don't worry," it says, "I've prepared a very relaxed treatment schedule for you") who arrives without the right power adapter. There's something of Chris Ware's bitter "Tales of Tomorrow" cartoons in Gauld's deadpan compositions and precise geometric forms, but "Mooncop" steers clear of Ware's fury. This is a light, rueful comedy, whose motor is the absence of anything happening. (It occasionally feints at offering the sort of adventure its premise suggests - an alarm goes off, or there's a foreboding computer error - only to immediately resolve the problem.) There are long, lovely silent passages as characters cross the abandoned lunar plains, which are rendered with mannered crosshatching, the sky behind them a field of dark blue pricked with white-dot stars. Even when dreams don't quite work out, the book suggests, it can still be possible to find beauty in them. TETRIS: The Games People Play (First Second, paper, $19.99) is Box Brown's history of how the world came to be obsessed with dropping simple shapes into a grid. It's a twisty, digressive tale, beginning with the Moscow computer scientist Alexey Pajitnov thinking about block puzzles in 1984, but also encompassing anti-gambling laws in 19th-century Japan, byzantine business deals, the thawing of the Cold War, an explanation of the particular psychological itch that Tetris scratches and a murder-suicide. Brown argues for the game's importance: Initially a hit on home video-game systems and coin-operated consoles alike, it was simple and addictive enough to become the killer app that made hand-held platforms like the Gameboy desirable. Brown's got a broad, cleanly minimalist drawing style, augmented with bright yellow tones - the cartooning equivalent of 8-bit animation. (His nervous characters have sweat drops flying off their foreheads; the sound effect of a game cartridge being dramatically set on a negotiation table is PLACE.) Still, his designs for the prominent actors in Tetris's history are distinctive enough to identify immediately, and, as in the game, the story never stops moving until its final pieces are in place. In her introduction to ANGEL CATBIRD (Dark Horse, $14.99), Margaret Atwood writes about her fondness for the superheroes and surrealism of the comics she read as a child in the 1940s. Her first graphic novel has what seems to be a deliberately similar tone: flat and declarative, casually silly, not particularly coherent. Its protagonist, Strig Feleedus, is a scientist whose "super-splicer serum" turns him into a winged cat-man, or rather a "half-cat," as his love interest Cate Leone explains to him. Strig's boss, the wicked, rat-affiliated Professor Muroid, is given to villainous speechifying. ("I must know his every move . . . the better to capture him, extract the formula from him and then eliminate him!") There's also a vampire bat/cat/ human hybrid, Count Catula, who offers our hero some "mouse-blood champagne." A slowly meandering plot involving a "remote-controlled rat army" and a nightclub for half-cats is cut off by a cliffhanger ending before it really goes anywhere. Johnnie Christmas's linework is pleasantly raw and chunky, especially when he gets to hint at nature's bloody teeth and claws, although the bland office scenes that dominate the story's first half plod like a well-intentioned educational comic book. (The cat facts pasted in every few pages don't help on that score.) There are hints here of Atwood's knack for batting at the conventions of genre stories, but the bite of her prose and of her political insight is mostly lacking from this directionless exercise. The most familiar flavors of comics memoir these days are My Childhood Among Political Complications and How My Relative Survived the Holocaust. Marcelino Truong's SUCH A LOVELY LITTLE WAR: Saigon 1961-63 (Arsenal Pulp Press, $26.95) is one of the former: Originally published in French four years ago, it owes a good deal of its form and tone to Marjane Satrapi's "Persepolis." In 1961, when Truong was a small child, his father, then the cultural attaché at South Vietnam's Washington embassy, brought the family back home to Saigon and began working as an interpreter for the Vietnamese president Ngo Dinh Diem. By the time of the coup two years later in which Diem was assassinated, the Truong family had already moved to London. Truong was largely insulated from the Vietnam War's violence; his book is most engaging when he draws the way he experienced Saigon as a young child, keeping fighting crickets in matchboxes, visiting Catholic churches and cheap movie theaters, walking past public displays of confiscated Vietcong mortars, understanding the war only as something exciting that was happening in the distance (and that his parents sometimes argued about). Those scenes are punctuated by explanations of what was actually happening in the conflict and its political context, as well as battlefield sequences that quickly turn stagy. What holds the book together is Truong's artwork: confident, contoured brush strokes with watercolor washes, alternating between full color and monochromatic tints. He shows us that what was happening in Vietnam was a nightmare, but also that his youthful perspective made it seem, at the time, like an adventure. Amy Kurzweil's FLYING COUCH: A Graphic Memoir (Black Balloon, $18.95) is one of the Holocaust-survivor variety: The survivor was Kurzweil's grandmother, who escaped from Warsaw because, with her blond hair and blue eyes, she could convincingly deny that she was Jewish. (Excerpts from her oral history of her experience appear throughout the book in typeset form, sometimes accompanied by illustrations of the events she describes and sometimes by Kurzweil's renderings of photographs and other documents.) But she's only part of the story. The book's title refers to a psychoanalyst's couch, which Kurzweil's psychologist mother told her could allow "the mind to travel to all sorts of places." That leads, in turn, to the central visual metaphor here: the view from above. Occasionally, we see a building or city from a bird's-eye perspective, its relevant parts diagrammatically labeled; more broadly, the arc of Kurzweil's narrative is an overview of three generations of Jewish women, and the ways they echo one another. It's an ambitious plan, and Kurzweil studs it with some charming set pieces. Her attempt to figure out her Jewish identity in college finds her posing behind a series of carnival cutouts labeled "Ardent Pro-Israel Jew," "Politically and Culturally Apathetic Jew" and so on, then being visited by dream apparitions of Jacob, Sigmund Freud and Theodor Herzl, and finally declaring, "But I just want to draw pictures" - whereupon Art Spiegelman, Will Eisner and Harvey Pekar start chasing her. Still, the book's stream-of-consciousness form often leads it to ramble and lose focus. When Kurzweil travels to Germany at one point to see where her mother was born, she feels "strange, disembodied . . . I'm always mining life for a good story, but all I ever see, I fear, is just my own reflection." BECOMING UNBECOMING (Arsenal Pulp, $24.95) , by a cartoonist who identifies herself only as Una, begins by circling around traumatic childhood moments and a menacing time and place: the mid-1970s in Northern England, when Peter Sutcliffe, the Yorkshire Ripper, was murdering women, and the author was repeatedly sexually assaulted beginning when she was 10 years old. But Una's personal experience is less the center of this story than the springboard for an extended examination of what she calls "the four horsemen of gender violence - shame, isolation, disbelief, ridicule." Sexist assumptions about "loose morals," she notes, led police to ignore evidence that might have stopped Sutcliffe sooner. In one bravura sequence, she renders 72 police portraits of West Yorkshire women's attackers from that era in her own hand. In aggregate, they're unmistakably depictions of Sutcliffe: "just another violent male, staring them in the face." Una's artwork (mostly black and white, with occasional jolts of flat color) rarely bothers with literal representation for more than a few panels at a time. Instead, she underscores her arguments with symbolic imagery: paper dolls, delicate sketches of imaginary insect-women, distorted and half-concealed contours of rapists' faces. The book concludes with a heartbreaking series of portraits of Sutcliffe's victims as they might look today if they had survived - all of them more naturalistic than Una's self-portraits as a blank female form in a plain white frock. "I'm glad to be alive," she writes, "but I wonder who I would have been, had I not been interrupted so rudely?" ? DOUGLAS WOLK is the author of "Reading Comics: How Graphic Novels Work and What They Mean." He writes frequently about comics for The Times.