OHGODMYEYES
One of the things on the new releases cart, to be put out tomorrow, was a new Dean Koontz hardcover--a graphic novel version of his wanna-be-trilogy-stuck-at-pair Frankenstein novels. If you remember, I once picked one of the novels up out of curiosity and have yet to unsee the official God-Awful Worst Sentence Ever . . . So like anyone else who suffers from acute trainwreck syndrome, I grabbed one of the graphic novels and started flipping through.
Then I paused: I knew this art style. The hair was out to eat someone's head, the musculature was worse, characters' torsos were extremely stretched, all the faces looked the same, there were about a billion perfect profiles and Stop-watching-Labyrinth you're-gettin'-a-yeast-infection-thar-so
I flipped a little further and found 'em--BOOM! Gigantic thighs! Smugglin' turkeys thighs! THIGHS of CAPS-LOCKED DOOM!
It seems I wasn't mistaken: The artist is Brett Booth, a twenty-some year comic field veteran who used to draw for the Anita Blake comic (see: The Annotated Anita Blake, 3 4 5 6 7-3 . . . oh fuck, there's no method to this madness.). I'm told the wide and wild mockery of his particular art style is the reason the Anita Blake creators & writers--a batshit insane woman not exactly known for her quality control and the editorially-challenged sycophants surrounding/enabling her--traded him in for a less OH HOLY WTF model.sorta kinda
But Koontz & co. still picked him up/got saddled with him for this adventure.
I wonder if anyone's informed Chris of Chris's Invincible Super Blog.
You'd think someone would've learned after the dismal failure exemplified at NYAF--where Random House's imprint Del Rey tried to give away copies of Koontz-as-manga and failed. (If they couldn't give the shit away, imagine how well it sold. Then again, the market for novels-to-manga seems to be pretty evenly awful. It might be in part because most of the novels being turned are . . . awful. Hmm.) It's still kinda sad, in a way: It looks like this guy's trying to get his art style under control a little, but really--it still all looks the same.
Then I paused: I knew this art style. The hair was out to eat someone's head, the musculature was worse, characters' torsos were extremely stretched, all the faces looked the same, there were about a billion perfect profiles and Stop-watching-Labyrinth you're-gettin'-a-yeast-infection-thar-so
I flipped a little further and found 'em--BOOM! Gigantic thighs! Smugglin' turkeys thighs! THIGHS of CAPS-LOCKED DOOM!
It seems I wasn't mistaken: The artist is Brett Booth, a twenty-some year comic field veteran who used to draw for the Anita Blake comic (see: The Annotated Anita Blake, 3 4 5 6 7-3 . . . oh fuck, there's no method to this madness.). I'm told the wide and wild mockery of his particular art style is the reason the Anita Blake creators & writers--a batshit insane woman not exactly known for her quality control and the editorially-challenged sycophants surrounding/enabling her--traded him in for a less OH HOLY WTF model.
But Koontz & co. still picked him up/got saddled with him for this adventure.
I wonder if anyone's informed Chris of Chris's Invincible Super Blog.
You'd think someone would've learned after the dismal failure exemplified at NYAF--where Random House's imprint Del Rey tried to give away copies of Koontz-as-manga and failed. (If they couldn't give the shit away, imagine how well it sold. Then again, the market for novels-to-manga seems to be pretty evenly awful. It might be in part because most of the novels being turned are . . . awful. Hmm.) It's still kinda sad, in a way: It looks like this guy's trying to get his art style under control a little, but really--it still all looks the same.