My Favorite Thing Is Monsters, Vol. 1 by Emil Ferris

It’s full of B-Movie horror and imagery ripped straight from old pulp monster magazines, lovingly and meticulously recreated. When you hold the pages up to your head they are cinematic, multi-dimensional and very, very beautiful. That considered, I felt very lucky to have Monsters by my side: just four pages in, I no longer felt crabby about the lack of nicotine or the fact I was on self-imposed house arrest. I hugged it on the way home partly because it’s too big to fit inside my rucksack, and partly to ward off the other kinds of monsters you come across on a London commute.Īs an aside: I quit smoking recently, and weekends now consist of finding other activities to do that aren’t drinking pints and smoking in pubs. It’s huge a heavy, satisfying, colourful thing that gives you some kind of other-world portal that’s full of horror comic Frankensteins, freaks, zombies, and vampires in bikinis. Monsters is, simply put, one of the most awesome-looking graphic novels I’ve ever seen. I saw what all the fuss was about immediately. With all this build-up it felt a bit ‘holy grail’ when the book finally landed in our warehouse. Comics journalists were talking about it on the internet. I had a list of reviewers who were waiting for copies, and an eager boss who swore the longer it got held up. You could have used the idiom ‘absence makes the heart grow fonder’, because the longer it was delayed, the more people craved it. It was stuck on a container ship on the Panama Canal, after the shipping company transporting the first print run went bust. We’d seen sample spreads and press releases and read early reviews, but we couldn’t get hold of the physical thing. We’d been waiting months to see a copy of Emil Ferris’ My Favorite Thing is Monsters.

My Favorite Thing Is Monsters, Vol. 1 by Emil Ferris