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There aren’t many comic book creators whose work I’ll buy sight unseen as soon as I see it on the shelves. There are a couple, though. Alan Moore. Neil Gaiman. Grant Morrison. Those are writers, though. When it comes to artists, the list gets a lot shorter. I’d probably buy something Art Adams or Walt Simonson did just because their name is on the cover. The only sure thing I can think of, though, the only comic artist whose work I will grab without fail every single time I see it, is Ted McKeever.

I first encountered his work at the end of the DOOM PATROL run back in the ‘90s, then enjoyed his TOXIC GUMBO and INDUSTRIAL GOTHIC books as well. I enjoyed those even more because McKeever also wrote them, which I think only enhances the visuals because you know these are the illustrations the artist WANTS to do. But since coming back to comics nearly two years ago, after having been away for nearly two decades, I hadn’t seen any McKeever in a while until one day, out of the blue, there was this new Image title with his name. Yes, I bought it immediately.

THE SUPERANNUATED MAN was originally published in six issues, oversized, black and white, and now finally collected in this trade edition.

The story? That’s not so easy to explain.

The main character is an old man known throughout most of the book by those he meets simply as “He”. He wears a red diving suit, baggy pants, and an old pair of Chuck Taylors. He lives on a boat just off the coast of a seaside town run by anthropomorphic animals. And by anthropomorphic, I mean, in this case, horribly mutated.

The setting is some time in the future, we assume, and He is the only living human left. Everyone else in town is a walking, talking animal. A local shop owner is a chimp named Chuckles while the ticket taker at the movie theater is, maybe, a rat? Some kind of vermin, it looks like. And there’s a mob boss named Bosco Poponopolis. He’s an elephant. With teeth at the end of his trunk.

Look, it’s Ted McKeever and he doesn’t live on the same plane of reality the rest of us do, so it’s best not to question it and just go with it.

If there was a plot to this book, I seem to have lost it somewhere, but that’s okay, too, because I’m just happy to be allowed a glimpse inside McKeever’s brain from time to time. In this world, He is an unwanted outcast, the last human in a world of animals, but the story doesn’t follow any of the expected routes. There’s no band of humans living in the sewers and He is going to help them overthrow the animals and take back their world, or any of the other overused plots one might have come up with in this situation.

He buys some fish, goes to the movies, has a run-in with Bosco, but gets free, then falls into the sewer and meets a giant dog who gets crushed by a huge boulder. Then He hallucinates his long lost pup Captain before the town explodes and he sees a giant mutated whale. Seriously, don’t try to understand it, you’re just going to confuse yourself even more. THE SUPERANNUATED MAN isn’t a book you’re going to read because of the clear, concise storytelling, solid plot and well-developed characters. If anything, you’d read it for the same reason I picked it up in the first place: Ted McKeever’s art.

No, it’s definitely not for everyone, and it’s probably an acquired taste, but once you get it, you really get it, and you love it forever. I merely flipped through the book with my daughter and she said, “That is REALLY nice art.” That’s the thing, though: McKeever’s art is ugly. It’s dirty. It’s grimy. It’s not pretty at all. But in all that, it manages to be divine. If this book had been 152 pages of silent panels, I would have loved it. And, honestly, it might as well have been because I’ve read the book twice and I still couldn’t tell you exactly what it’s about. I just know it was a hell of a ride getting there.

Despite not really knowing everything that’s going on here, I have to give THE SUPERANNUATED MAN 5 stars. It’s like a nightmare on the page, and none of the laws of the natural world you know apply here, but holy crap it’s fun to look at.


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Superannuated Man Ted McKeever Books Reviews

Ted McKeever is either a mad man or a genius. One of his best so far.
There aren’t many comic book creators whose work I’ll buy sight unseen as soon as I see it on the shelves. There are a couple, though. Alan Moore. Neil Gaiman. Grant Morrison. Those are writers, though. When it comes to artists, the list gets a lot shorter. I’d probably buy something Art Adams or Walt Simonson did just because their name is on the cover. The only sure thing I can think of, though, the only comic artist whose work I will grab without fail every single time I see it, is Ted McKeever.

I first encountered his work at the end of the DOOM PATROL run back in the ‘90s, then enjoyed his TOXIC GUMBO and INDUSTRIAL GOTHIC books as well. I enjoyed those even more because McKeever also wrote them, which I think only enhances the visuals because you know these are the illustrations the artist WANTS to do. But since coming back to comics nearly two years ago, after having been away for nearly two decades, I hadn’t seen any McKeever in a while until one day, out of the blue, there was this new Image title with his name. Yes, I bought it immediately.

THE SUPERANNUATED MAN was originally published in six issues, oversized, black and white, and now finally collected in this trade edition.

The story? That’s not so easy to explain.

The main character is an old man known throughout most of the book by those he meets simply as “He”. He wears a red diving suit, baggy pants, and an old pair of Chuck Taylors. He lives on a boat just off the coast of a seaside town run by anthropomorphic animals. And by anthropomorphic, I mean, in this case, horribly mutated.

The setting is some time in the future, we assume, and He is the only living human left. Everyone else in town is a walking, talking animal. A local shop owner is a chimp named Chuckles while the ticket taker at the movie theater is, maybe, a rat? Some kind of vermin, it looks like. And there’s a mob boss named Bosco Poponopolis. He’s an elephant. With teeth at the end of his trunk.

Look, it’s Ted McKeever and he doesn’t live on the same plane of reality the rest of us do, so it’s best not to question it and just go with it.

If there was a plot to this book, I seem to have lost it somewhere, but that’s okay, too, because I’m just happy to be allowed a glimpse inside McKeever’s brain from time to time. In this world, He is an unwanted outcast, the last human in a world of animals, but the story doesn’t follow any of the expected routes. There’s no band of humans living in the sewers and He is going to help them overthrow the animals and take back their world, or any of the other overused plots one might have come up with in this situation.

He buys some fish, goes to the movies, has a run-in with Bosco, but gets free, then falls into the sewer and meets a giant dog who gets crushed by a huge boulder. Then He hallucinates his long lost pup Captain before the town explodes and he sees a giant mutated whale. Seriously, don’t try to understand it, you’re just going to confuse yourself even more. THE SUPERANNUATED MAN isn’t a book you’re going to read because of the clear, concise storytelling, solid plot and well-developed characters. If anything, you’d read it for the same reason I picked it up in the first place Ted McKeever’s art.

No, it’s definitely not for everyone, and it’s probably an acquired taste, but once you get it, you really get it, and you love it forever. I merely flipped through the book with my daughter and she said, “That is REALLY nice art.” That’s the thing, though McKeever’s art is ugly. It’s dirty. It’s grimy. It’s not pretty at all. But in all that, it manages to be divine. If this book had been 152 pages of silent panels, I would have loved it. And, honestly, it might as well have been because I’ve read the book twice and I still couldn’t tell you exactly what it’s about. I just know it was a hell of a ride getting there.

Despite not really knowing everything that’s going on here, I have to give THE SUPERANNUATED MAN 5 stars. It’s like a nightmare on the page, and none of the laws of the natural world you know apply here, but holy crap it’s fun to look at.