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Rubber Necker #1 RUBBER NECKER #1
Alternative Comics. 32 pp. $3.50.
Nick Bertozzi

Up to now, Nick Bertozzi's work has appeared like shooting stars in the night sky: unexpected, brief, and spectacular. With issue one of RUBBER NECKER, Nick finally lets loose with a full meteor shower.

It begins with "Drop Ceiling"-the first chapter in an ongoing tale of a young man, Dennis, clumsily wedged into the yoke of Responsibility. While learning the ropes at the family business and raising a little boy with his girlfriend and her uncouth family, Dennis is haunted by echoes of his scruffy youth-swimming holes, cut-off jeans, and LED ZEPPELIN IV. Although redolent of the malaise Bertozzi uncorked in THE MASOCHISTS, it's handled here with a concentrated pen and tight, agile panels that hint at the story's ambitious scope. You can tell from the start: "Drop Ceiling" is not a sketch, but a study. A study the reader becomes anxious to continue, thanks to an abundance of clever teases: "What's with those disappearing women in the empty lot? Why is Dennis chased off a friend's yard with a leaf blower? And what's in that mysterious package his late father left him?"

"Adrift in a Mid-Life Melodrama" switches gears, swapping the studied, realistic approach of "Drop Ceiling" for a distorted, cartoony style: acurious effect for a curious story about obsession, sculpture, and TNT. The third feature, "Masochism," looks like it was done by a completely different artist. The dark, bold details distance this story-in both subject matter and appearance-from typical Bertozzi fare (if there is such a thing). It's the tale of a beguiling, post-apocalyptic poetry slam, laced with traces of mythology and existential hoodoo. Maybe.

RUBBER NECKER never wastes a breath on exposition. You must steer through it on your own; wrestling with its complex relationships, marveling at its triumphs, puzzling over its mysteries. Kind of like stargazing. But the universe doesn't fit on your bookshelf.

Reviewed by Ross Alvord