Oof, settle in, folks: this one is a doozy, representing some of the very worst alongside the very best.
The usual flash-forward does not help matters at all, from the onset. Old Clavdivs stumbles towards the communal can, clutching an oil lamp and c[…]

I did not intend to spend a couple of months writing almost 60,000 words about Cerebus. Honestly.

What happened was this. A reader briefly in the early 90s, I always had a vague plan that I’d finish the comic. I did, adding reviews to Goodreads […]

This is the last of my posts about Cerebus The Aardvark, the 300-issue comic by Canadian writer/artist Dave Sim and environmental and background artist Gerhard.

300 ISSUES IN 300 WORDS: THE STORY OF CEREBUS

Cerebus is a barbarian aardvark. (1) […]

This is the 16th of my posts about Cerebus, a 6000-page comic about the life of a barbarian aardvark. It contains spoilers for the final book of the series, and the series as a whole. A 17th, concluding, post is planned.

Previously: The ageing Cer[…]

This is the 15th of my blog posts about Cerebus, a self-published comic/soapbox by a Canadian recluse. As ever, this post contains spoilers for the story as a whole and the current book, though this particular spoiler warning is probably just a &#821[…]

As per usual, we begin with a flash-forward to Old Clavdivs writing in his study when he’s presented with some research materials that were lost among the usual crap squirrelled away in cellars. It’s the final will and testament of Gaius Julius C[…]

This is the 14th of my blog posts about Cerebus The Aardvark. As usual, the posts contain very heavy spoilers for the individual volume under discussion and the series as a whole.

Previously: Cerebus‘ lover Jaka resisted the temptations of a[…]

This is the 13th of my posts about Cerebus The Aardvark, a notorious comic book published between 1977 and 2004. Includes, as always, heavy spoilers for both this volume and the whole series.

Previously: Cerebus has finally left the pub. Reunited […]

The last time we saw old Clavdivs, he was seething with hatred. Now, he’s self-medicating his impotent rage with wine. We don’t linger for very long on his blank expression en route to numbness and sweet oblivion, but flash-forward to another fam[…]

I’ve been refining the criteria for the perfect work soundtrack over the past few years of work from home as standard and have narrowed the requirements accordingly. Anything with lyrics is too prone to distraction, and while binaural beats are oka[…]