Thursday, September 25, 2014
(And this particular book has a sexist interlude equal to anything in Girls -- where it was both very common and very, very deliberate -- as a woman is carefully established as both a super-badass and a walking jiggle factory only to be fridged a few pages later.)
The second volume of Chew, International Flavor, is more Girls-ian than the first one, since our hero, cibopathic  FDA agent Tony Chu, is supposedly on vacation on a small tropical island where a strange fruit has recently appeared: one that tastes exactly like chicken, the food outlawed after a horrendous outbreak of bird flu. Chu, sadly, is not as omnicompetent as Lester Girls was; Chu is a more traditional hero of a wacky adventure story: a bit short, more than a bit put-upon, in way over his depth but moving forward at full speed. There is more danger and even stranger elements in this volume than the first, including a character who is definitely not a vampire but who also gets power from very vampiric activities.
Writer John Layman seems bent on twisting every element of Tony Chu's fictional world around food, and I applaud that: a book like Chew needs to be bigger than life, full of oddities, and utterly true to its gestalt -- its word needs to revolve around food. And artist Rob Guillory is still drawing his wonderfully lumpy, misshapen characters -- even his hot babes have hatchet faces or too-small mouths -- cavorting through gleefully bizarre situations. Chew is a wacky, bizarre comic set in a very peculiar world, populated by nutbars and goofballs and even more quirkly edible types: despite what I may have said above, it's not like anything else out now, and it should be cherished and celebrated for that.
 He gets psychic impressions from eating things. Anything, every time. Only beets have no effect.
Book-A-Day 2014 Introduction and Index