Joe Coleman is a sicko and he wants you to know it! While I still like his art, I have softened on Coleman over the years. Guys who are in to carnival art, freak shows, and serial killers are a dime-a-dozen these days. Looking back, his art style feels very much of its time, indistinguishable from a dozen other indie comics artists of the past. That doesn’t mean it’s bad, just not as radical as I once thought. Not radical but still as gross and shocking as ever. The book opens with a long interview that gives a good sense of where he is coming from in his art and then the bulk of the book is a combination of some narrative cartoons and color plates of his paintings.