(Zero spoiler review) 2.75/5 Featuring some of the most beautiful art you will ever see in a comic book, and in a format so god damn big and heavy you may reduce your lap to a pile of dust whilst reading it. And yet despite being potentially the finest example of a comic artist flexing his chops at every given opportunity, not to mention being able to write some, too. I can't describe Kabuki as anything other than frustrating and disappointing. The first 4-500 pages is something truly special and had me rather completely worked up into a literary lather, yet what follows for the remaining 7-800 pages was so meandering and aimless (not to mention unimaginably boring), I wanted to toss the book across the room in frustration (though it might have resulted in the entire left side of my house subsiding into the ground). One third neo noir thriller, two thirds an autistic teenage girls scrapbook with fumblingly monotonous attempts at profundity. I'll let you decide which third was the good one. Kabuki remains one of the best and worst things I've ever read. 2.75/5
A deeply personal, often abstract series that mixes espionage, identity, and healing through layered storytelling. Starting as a stylised spy drama, the series gradually shifts into something more introspective, focused on memory and self-invention. The writing is poetic, and the art ranges from watercolours to collage, often blending text and image in unconventional ways.