I came across Leviathan in the Graphic novel section of Half-Price Books a week ago. I bought it pretty much sight unseen mainly because of the quality of the binding and the artistry of the illustration on the cover. Whatever it was about, I figured, the art alone was worth four bucks.
Yes, I judged a book by its cover. I’m glad I did.
It’s a collection of Peter Blegvard’s turn of the century comic strip from the UK about the musings and adventures of faceless baby and his pet cat. It’s kind of like a more surreal, intelligent Calvin and Hobbes. If Hobbes had swallowed the actual Thomas Hobbes. And Calvin was still a baby. Without a face.
It is proof that literature, art, philosphy, and poetry can exist in comic book form and still be pretty darn funny. Highly recommended.