I have been waxing lyrical on Twitter about Ahoy Comics' publications. So let's have a look at one of them.
But first, let me just say, that all of their comics, thus far, have been really excellent. I think it's because you've got a group of very experienced creators, people who not only know the industry and the medium, but who, in some very real ways, actually shaped it. I will forever be indebted to Tom Peyer for his work on Doom Patrol, as I still consider it the pinnacle of super-team story telling. And I'm not naive enough to think that there isn't something of him in that series. Also, Hourman is simply one of the best things DC Comics has ever published, and I wish it had run for a much longer time than it did. It is bar none the best Snapper Carr story ever.
But enough of that. What of the comic?
I want you to imagine cats in space. But not the barely feline, actually-humans but with more fur and cuter noses that we see in a lot of science fiction anthropomorphic fiction. No, these are fucking cats. Independent, flighty, driven by instinct, and, somehow, they're flying a spaceship and having battles with a race of sentient lights.
(Which, honestly, leads to one of the funniest sequences in a comic that I've read for a long time.)
Stuart Moore has a great grasp of feline psychology, and the inner monologue of Ginger himself, wrestling with the sides of his personality, wanting to be like the extinct "feeders" (that's us) and also wanting to embrace his cat-ness, is just lovely. I alternately want to go for a drink with Ginger, scratch him behind the ears, and, if I'm to be honest, date him. But let's not get into that last one.
I am excited to see where this series goes. One of the things I'm very much appreciating about Ahoy's line is that it's diverse. Each book has its own voice, its own genre, and each excels in what it sets out to do. I highly recommend any of their titles.
More to come...
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