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The main reason Mignola created Hellboy was that he wanted an excuse to draw monsters.

By: Jessamyn West

A story about the kid, the weird kid, with the weird parents, a kid who turns out okay.

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From the cosmic multiverse to the banality of a very British evil.

By: Robert Wringham

A dense mosaic of relentless knockabout nonsense.

By: Gordon Dahlquist

Kelly lays out a crackling music-hall sensibility of routines.

By: Gary Panter

Colorful and lame and insane, it was the weirdest of Ahern’s creations.

By: Sara Ryan

Voluminous fur coats, white sneakers, anagrams, verse, heavily hatched backgrounds…

By: Mimi Lipson

All the possibilities of reading existed in the expressive range of her mouth.

By: Deb Chachra

I thought I had imagined the New Pornographers.

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David Levine on FEVER TO TELL

By: Gordon Dahlquist

A singer lucidly stranded between how smart she is and how often her smarts haven’t helped her.

By: Carl Wilson

We tilted against received falsehoods, but what would it actually mean to be free of them?

By: Kaleb Horton

Kaleb Horton on STREETCORE

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It was so noisy, crunchy and abrasive, but I was hooked.