Book 37: Battling Boy by Paul Pope. Like a mammoth erupting from the ice to lumber towards us, Paul Pope gives us a new book. I can’t remember the last time I read anything by him, except for this time last year when I revisited Pulphope vol. 1, which I’ve had since 2007. I don’t think I’ve been able to get more than twenty or so pages through that book, because it’s simply too much to digest.
In this case, the biggest thing is that I feel like the format of the book is too small to positively digest all the Pope goodness. When I read a Pope book I’d prefer it to be as big as my coffee table, because that’s how much space I need to digest every panel. Having it standard size is too small, the panels run in panel progressions of five and six with three double page spreads and it feels too cramped. Other than that I enjoyed this, it just didn’t feel…full. Though—any year that new Paul Pope comes out is a pretty good year.