If one is not careful, a fellow co-worker can cause an avalanche of mini-comics (or “comicslanch”, from the roots “comics” and “brucevilanch”) by speaking too loudly or inadvertently sitting on a Talking Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man Action Figure Collectible Now With Five Clips from the Hit Movie. A torrent of pulpy-doom will rain down to bury the victim for, oh, let’s say three days. And that’s why this post is so late.
Scummy Comix is an amazing and appalling collection of short comics ranging from 1995 until 2005. For the uninitiated, Diana’s work is an angst-y mix of sex and violence, turned way the frak up. Diana’s comics are completely unfiltered; every point hammered home violently and often at the expense of or the mercy of gigantic and ugly sex organs. His characters are pulled apart, ground up, penetrated violently, and subjected to whatever other torments Diana can imagine. There is something supremely liberating about a comic that so aggressively challenges taboos, but it can be exhausting as well. It’s a tough book to put down; I found myself sucked into Diana’s super-fucked up world. But it’s also a book that requires breaks; at least for me. It’s intense. BTW, it should go without saying that here there be dragons, i.e. that which follows the jump is super not-safe-for-work. Warned you have been! Continue reading