Collects Happy #1-4
Writer: Grant Morrison
Artist: Darick Robertson
Image Comics, $12.99, color, 96 pages
Maybe I expect too much of Grant Morrison, but after reading this I wondered why it was written.
Here's the description from the back of the book: "Nick Sax is a corrupt, intoxicated ex-cop turned hitman, adrift in a stinking twilight world of casual murder, soulless sex, eczema and betrayal. With a hit gone wrong, a bullet in his side, the cops and the mob on his tail, and a monstrous child-killer in a Santa suit on the loose, Nick and his world will be changed forever this Christmas. By a tiny blue horse named Happy ..."
The tiny blue horse, which only Nick can see, may or may not be a hallucination. (Morrison plays it both ways.) That's the central mystery, I suppose, but it's off to the side as Nick and other pondscum exchange insults and bullets for four issues. To be honest, it was a really dreary read.
Oh, I get it that I'm not supposed to like anyone in this story, and that everybody's untrustworthy. It's crime noir. That's par for the course.
But honestly, I wanted everyone in this book dead the minute I met them (including and especially the protagonist). Morrison couldn't kill his cast off fast enough to suit me. And afterward, I wanted to take a shower.
Maybe that was the intent, I don't know. But usually in the most dismal of crime noirs I'm intrigued by the intrigue and thrilled by the double-crosses. Here, I just wanted it to be over.