If you've ever spared even a moment of your time to dive into the history of the funny papers, you immediately hear a handful of names. Bill Watterson, Jim Davis, and Charles Schulz are the immediately recognizable names of the past generation that still endure in our pop culture. Before them, there were a few whose names were equally iconic, such as Walt Kelly, Charles Addams, and, of course, George Herriman. Talk to any passionate comic strip writer and Krazy Kat always comes up as one of the foundation stones that solidified and determined the possibilities of the art form.
That being said, Krazy Kat has lost a lot of context over the years. The artwork is whimsical and subtle perfection. I don't know if someone who isn't looking for it would see it, but the capacity of Herriman to draw such comical landscapes with pen and ink is really remarkable. His style must be one that informed all sorts of cartoonists and strip artists all over the world since. Like a Calvin And Hobbes Sunday, I find myself pausing in the midst of the narrative to marvel at the realities depicted in the backgrounds with so few ink strokes.
If only as much could be said for the narrative strength of these strips. Herriman is extremely articulate and as silly with his slang and spelling as Dr. Seuss is with his nonsense wording. His gags run in a tight cycle, with most strips playing on the interpersonal relationships between Ignatz the mouse, devoted to the brick, desirous only to throw it at the back of Krazy Kat's head. Krazy Kat, the simple-minded lead who speaking in a wild slang and seems smitten with the implications of the mouse's attentions, seemingly immune to any resentment or pain from said brick. And Officer Pupp, the dog patrolman who is constantly eager to arrest Ignatz on any slightest insinuation of a Kat attack. There is almost a love triangle here, because Krazy is eager for any attention (including launched missiles) from Ignatz, who despises him and worships the brick. Officer Pupp is usually carrying out the law according to his own loose interpretation, seemingly eager to gain approval from a Krazy who is oblivious to his attempts to protect him. Indeed, when Krazy Kat sees Officer Pupp arresting Ignatz, he ponders jealously on the attention they pay to one another.
Taken without expectation of total cohesion, most of these comics are quite enjoyable. Some have lost some context from the prohibition era and some seem like half thoughts that end with a sort of "I didn't know how to end this gag" wrap up. The characters and art are so compelling and one out of 5 is thoroughly enjoyable, but it feels like Herriman could have really built something amazing if he hadn't devoted so much time and energy to drawing and witty alliteration with so little insight or plot to develop. On the rare occasions that a plot develops between the Sundays, it really is the total package.