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Wormwood, Gentleman Corpse #1

Posted: Monday, February 4, 2008
By: Paul Brian McCoy

Ben Templesmith
Ben Templesmith
IDW Publishing
"Calamari Rising"

So while trying to survive the bite of a rabid Leprechaun a few issues ago, Wormwood bumped into The Brotherhood of the Calamari, his oldest foe, who, luckily didn't quite recognize him at the time (he was wearing a different corpse-body). But that didn't last. Now they're knocking at the door, literally pounding at the walls of time and space, to force their way into our world, across "the thousand million dimensional possibilities of existence" just to catch up with Wormwood and, most likely, do irreparable harm to him and the entire Earth. See, they've got this Calamari group mind thing where they infect you and make you one of them.

How can you not rush right out and buy that?

No. Seriously. I want an answer.

Um hmmm. That's what I thought. You've got no excuse.

Wormwood, a sentient maggot that claims to be thousands upon thousands of years old and animates corpses to wear about like different outfits, his robot sidekick, Pendulum (who actually looks more like a grizzled biker than a piece of machinery), his partner Phoebe of the excellent shot and living, magical tattoos, are trying to have a quiet beer when the Brotherhood of the Calamari begin pounding on reality. Wormwood, after determining just what's going on, rushes home to prepare. Nobody really thinks he's coming back, since this looks like something really really bad about to happen. Little does anyone realize, Wormwood seems ready to really go to the mat this time to prevent a repeat of something horrible. He's even got a suit of robotic armor. Seriously.

Now I ask you again. Why did you not pick this up already? This should be mandatory, dammit.

The art is Templesmith. Templesmith is the art. It's bizarre. It's nuanced. It's bloody brilliant.

I'm sorry. That's really all I've got. If you pick this up and don't like it, I can't be your friend anymore. I mean it. I can't explain to you why this is great if the mere description of it doesn't shed some light. I've never really read a book where the inherent greatness was simply self evident and I don't really know what else to say. Buy this book. Buy multiple copies and give it to friends so you can earn their eternal praise. Give it to your enemies and make them your friends, or at least your willing thralls. That is all. End transmission.

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