Chester Carter has issues. He was abandoned as a baby, raised in a haunted psychiatric hospital, has a magical dinosaur-riding cowboy living inside of his head, and just might be the most important person who has ever lived. Now, he sits in a nameless airport bar telling his life story to a bunch of people who really couldn't care less. These are the stories about Chester Carter's reality and the people (including a washed-up celebrity, a foul-mouthed four-eyed demon monkey, a pair of zombie cops, cannibal farmers, religious zealots, an assassin with a heart of gold and an airline baggage handler) who have to live in it.
I found Plastic Farm "sowing seeds on fertile soil" to be very Charles Burns-ish. I'm a big fan of Burns, so take that as a full endorsement of the book. Stuck in a snowed in airport bar, Chester Carter tell stories of his reality to fellow stranded travelers. Abandoned at birth, raised in a haunted psychiatric hospital as a child, adopted by foster parents as a teen, Chester shares his reality via a four eyed demon mouse and an imaginary cowboy who lives inside his head. This book can be downright disturbing at times (did I mention it was Charles Burns-ish), whiling leaving you thirsting for volume 2.
Weird and meandering and intriguing. Plastic Farms spends the first five or six chapters telling stories that seem unrelated to one another, but as the story progresses, things get more and more intertwined, but also more and more otherworldly. It took a while to get into it, but by the end, I'm totally in. The art is a bit awkward at times, but serviceable enough, and it regularly adds to the atmosphere.
Delicious and surreal, a great use of disjointed narrative and just the right amount of sick and twisted humor. Very sick. Very twisted. Just postmodern enough to be wonderful.