In our long love affair with Derek Van Gieson’s Eel Mansions, my friend and I have tried to label it in many ways. From a “paen to the anxiety of influence” to a “canticle to the creative act” to a “big OM for idiosyncrasy and self-expression”– we did our best to encapsulate the groove Van Gieson is throwing down with this book. But really, after all of it, we ended up with just the brittle edges of the brownie in the cake pan. While delicious, our declarations miss the moist substance in the center.
Because Eel Mansions is more than just the sugar and the eggs and the butter and the chocolate, no matter how much you mix it or how long it’s left in the oven. A matter of fact, it’s more than just dessert. Eel Mansions is a full fucking meal. It’s got ingredients you’ve never even heard of before, let alone tasted. Van Gieson is pulling shit off the back shelves that even grandma didn’t know were there, and he’s using cooking techniques they sure as hell don’t teach you in culinary school.
Eel Mansions is a comic book about everything churning in your stomach as your digestive juices flow. It will either leave you satiated or nauseous depending on your palate, but either way, it’s a meal you will never forget. In the end, let’s just cook it up and say this: EEL MANSIONS IS FUCKING BEAUTIFULLY BONKERS and one of the best comics of the first half of this decade.