Probably the most minimalist comic I've ever read, in that all of the characters are literally dots. Also the densest; I'm not sure even Tom Scioli would dare attempt page after page of a 40-panel grid. In a sense it's a classic example of 'my five-year-old could do that' art, but as is so often the case, while your five-year-old might well have the rudimentary technical ability required to draw this, they'd never have the lettering flair, the knack with the placement of the dots or the slight variations in their size. And they certainly wouldn't be able to write it, a pitch-black satire of colonialism, capitalism, religious obscurantism and all the other things which made the 19th and 20th centuries such an utter delight. Roland is the only one of 12 brothers not to perish in a mining accident, but after stints in accountancy and the army, he's still so short of other options that he ends up down the mine too, breeding a fresh generation to be fed into the wheels of capital and war. He is also, as people often are, a short-sighted idiot convinced of his own wisdom, a terrible hypocrite, and just not terribly nice. If it were all illustrated in any detail, it might come across a bit clunky in places, not least when the Great War generals are chortling about getting men pointlessly killed. But, and I really can't emphasise this enough, because I managed to forget it between first registering an interest and actually reading the thing: the characters are literally all dots, which is such an excellent way of bringing home the idiocy of distinguishing between them as though race or rank or creed were things which exist beyond the power we let them have. Hilarious, horrible, ridiculous, the sort of work that'd be incredibly easy to imitate except that any imitation could only ever feel like a rip-off.