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juushikaTitle: The Skin You're In: A Collection of Horror Comics
Author: Ashley Robin Franklin
Published: Silver Sprocket, 2024
Rating: 3 of 5
Page Count: 375
Total Page Count: 526,110
Text Number: 1923
Read Because: reading the publisher, ebook borrowed from the Multnomah County Library c/o Hoopla
Review: A collection of eight comics, many short stories, one a novella, of queer horror: bodies, social dynamics, to meet or be the monster. I really want to like this, and sometimes do. It opens strong with "One Million Tiny Fires" and the closing novella runs overlong but has a perfect ending, and this is the strength: body horror as transformative, as destructive, as desirable, is beautifully queer and highkey aspirational. But all the other stories, I'd pass on. Short fiction collections often have issues with repetition and variably quality, especially ones like this that visibly grow with the artist. Some of the other plots are interesting, too many spent time with boring problematic men when I'd rather be getting weird with horror, and even at its most polished I'm not crazy about Franklin's art, which has heavy line weights and struggles to convey action, which, frankly, feels messy.
Author: Ashley Robin Franklin
Published: Silver Sprocket, 2024
Rating: 3 of 5
Page Count: 375
Total Page Count: 526,110
Text Number: 1923
Read Because: reading the publisher, ebook borrowed from the Multnomah County Library c/o Hoopla
Review: A collection of eight comics, many short stories, one a novella, of queer horror: bodies, social dynamics, to meet or be the monster. I really want to like this, and sometimes do. It opens strong with "One Million Tiny Fires" and the closing novella runs overlong but has a perfect ending, and this is the strength: body horror as transformative, as destructive, as desirable, is beautifully queer and highkey aspirational. But all the other stories, I'd pass on. Short fiction collections often have issues with repetition and variably quality, especially ones like this that visibly grow with the artist. Some of the other plots are interesting, too many spent time with boring problematic men when I'd rather be getting weird with horror, and even at its most polished I'm not crazy about Franklin's art, which has heavy line weights and struggles to convey action, which, frankly, feels messy.
