Thursday 21 February 2013

Nikolai Dante: The Romanov Dynasty by Robbie Morrison and Simon Fraser

Nikolai Dante first appeared in 2000AD.  It's the future and the Russian Revolution never happened.  In 2666 AD Nikolai Dante, son of a pirate, swashbuckler, rogue, seducer, swordsman, thief, vagabond is in Imperial prison.  Pardoned in return for completion of a misson he finds his heritage fighting alongside Jena, daughter of the Tsar.  On board a downed Romanov (rival family to the Tsar) spaceship he comes across a strange weapons crest which merges with him, granting supernatural powers and revealing his mysterious origins.  Great fun, well scripted and drawn
Far Rockaway by Charlie Fletcher

Cat Manno is in trouble.  Whilst sulking during a pre Christmas visit to her grandfather in New York with her parents she has stepped off the pavement and been hit by a fire engine.  Saved by her grandfather but suffering terrible head injuries she fights for survival.  As her body wanders the edges of life in operation theatres and intensive care inside her skull she is fighting for survival in high adventures inside the classic stories her grandfather read to her: Last of the Mohicans, Kidnapped!, Treasure Island.  A wonderful book about the magic that exists within stories but also a gripping pacy adventure.

Thursday 7 February 2013

Swimming Studies by Leanne Shapton

Shapton's book is part autobiography part art. As a young girl she followed her brother into swimming and became an elite swimmer, her career culminating in taking part in the 1988 and 1992 Canadian Olympic Trials. Although her time as an athlete is over she speaks in her book of how her dreams are still of the endless round of land and water training, trials, competitions, training camps, early mornings and long distance journeys, of teammates, coaches, food and the sights and sounds of the pool. She speaks with eloquent sadness of her memories of that obsessional driven time and her life in the present day still driven by the urge to swim. 

Shapton illustrates her text with pictures which achingly express the weave of her life in ways text cannot. Fourteen blobs of colour are fourteen odours expressing the scents of her life: a teammates hair, parka hem, pillow and coach. There are obsessive dark outlines of the pools Shapton has swum in, photographs of every swimsuit she has ever owned and where they were worn, her father's collection of Studebaker cars, and watercolour portraits of swimmers and teammates. Shapton has idiosyncratically chronicled a lifetime relationship with the water in a unique way.