My expectations for this book were perhaps a bit too high. The folks who work at my local comic shop have spent the past year lavishing this series with praise. One of the store's owners gave me an umpteenth printing of issue 1 to flip through and I found myself beguiled by the cute-yet-grisly art within. Fast forward a few months later and I've finally read the trade paperback. I think the most damning thing I can say is that I wish I could get my money back.
BtTWNS takes place in a version of eighties America that seems to posit the question "What if Richard Scarry's Busytown was the real America?". It's not unlike, say, Wes Anderson's adaptation of The Fantastic Mr. Fox or even Bojack Horseman in some of its tone, humour, and imagery. Or any slew of other things about cute anthropomorphs engaging in not-so-cute human activities. Activities like retail work and murder.
The book follows one Samantha Strong, a bear that runs a hardware store in the idyllic town of Woodbrook. Sam's a well-loved citizen of Woodbrook, but she harbours a dark secret. She's a serial killer. Sam has her rules and makes sure to target only city animals. In this way she's gone undetected for decades. This all changes when another killer begins to murder the citizens of Woodbrook, forcing Sam to engage in detective work to protect her freedom and lifestyle.
IDW's blurb for this book proudly proclaims that it's a melding between Dexter and Busytown. Rarely have I seen a blurb be so bloody accurate. Not in a good way, mind you. I'm not sure if I would have though of Dexter were it not for the blurb, but it's hard not to feel this books is too derivative of that character. Sam's narration and commentary seem to owe much if not everything to Dexter, to the point of annoyance. The story itself, apart from the cute animals angle, also feels derivative of any number of serial killer yarns. I can't say I found myself caring much about Sam or most anyone in Woodbrook. Or that I noticed Sam evolve or learn anything by the story's end.
The real star of the book is Patrick Horvath's art. It's beautiful, both when depicting leafy autumn streets and vivisected victims. The contrast between the realism of his characters' animal features and their humanoid bodies is rendered immaculately. But it's not enough to offset how unoriginal the story is.
There are some interesting wrinkles in Sam's world that caught my attention. Details like the fact that there are normal animals kept as pets, in the wild, and sold at butcher shops. Non-citizens that the characters treat as animals. These kept me wondering if there would be some Odd Taxi-esque twist involving the truth of Sam's POV. If Horvath was trying to hint at something like that, it doesn't come to fruition in this book. I also found the character Melody's story fascinating and sad, but it isn't a prime focus of the narrative. Oh well.
Not terrible October reading, but not the bee's knees either. A mixed paint can mostly full of meh.