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01/10/2026

Page 45 Comicbook Of The Month October 2026: Fault Lines by Robert Cullen.

What a beautiful, beautiful, heart-rending book! What a discovery!

Robert Cullen is a veteran, Emmy-nominated animator; I am beyond grateful that he’s trained his eyes on and turned his skilled hand to comics. Apparently there’s more to come!

This is everything that the best of British comics looked and felt like 30-35 years ago, full of heart, humanity and self- discovery with such a proudly proclaimed spirit of place. The first story could not be anywhere other than Blackpool, the third is Edinburgh (then Glasgow then Edinburgh again) each with immediately identifiable landmarks and the sort of industrial urban infrastructure like low railway bridges passing overhead that screams northern towns like Leeds too. I swear I’ve strolled under that exact latticed iron overpass several clubbing nights in the ‘90s.

Stumbling upon this three-tale treasure is like discovering a missing work by Nabiel Kanan, Paul Grist or D’Israeli with individuals equally vulnerable, but their forms far rounder, softer. The spot-blacks are delicious and the daytime and evening shadows glow. The come the expressionistic elements, most pronounced in the third story when gelatinous colours snaking up from the deaf man’s ears become screaming, shattering shards.

Three individuals, each in their own way, find their lives derailed.

In Vancouver, in a late-night car accident, a mother loses her daughter - or does a daughter loses her mother?They cannot let go. Understandably.

In Blackpool a dancer performing with Tommy Cooper, is targeted by a drunken di****ad she turned down, finds her flat trashed and robbed just before she could by a spooled tape machine to record demos of her own songs. To make the money up fast she performs instead for a magician whose assistants, she knows, have a habit of disappearing right there on stage.

In Scotland a burglary goes drastically wrong. Exactly how wrong we will not learn until, decades later, one of the survivors, though deaf, starts becoming sensitive to some sort of sound audible only to him.

“Whatever it is, it’s calling me.”

30/09/2026

Murder School by Paul B Rainey

How much fun were YOUR school days?!

Did friendships dominate your day, punctuated perhaps by petty rivalries and the odd eruption of outright bullying? What do you remember: the indoors or the outdoors, your studies or the stoopid, the school hours or their afterhours? Were you a soccer star, class clown, academic demon? Or did you curl up into an armadillo-tight ball until the whole sorry saga was over? Do you remember that utter lack of agency, not least ‘cause you were always skint?

Did you come away with unresolved questions that still linger long in your mind?

Rainey whisks you away to his own indigo, rust and cream-coloured school days, and they were very far from dull. Friendships full of generosity, but also fights, lots of feeling thwarted, a ball game of their own devising, music, drama, family gravity and a singularly sadistic, brutal, spital-spitting teacher. It’s terrific – I was engrossed. – but that’s by no means all this is.

Because the first 20 and last 60 pages hit you in stark black and white, and both sections tell a decidely different story. In fact, the opening episodes don’t appear to be written or drawn by Paul Rainey at all, but by one Nick Goddard, a fellow ex-pupil of the very same school. They’re from a scurrilous school mag called Crud which Paul remembers well... and some are very dark indeed.

And when Paul re-encounters the sadistic teacher, bed-ridden at a nursing home where he’s giving a talk following the soaraway success of his last graphic novel (former Page 45 Comicbook Of The Month WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME?), the old man recalls some pretty doings on the part of the school staff as dark as any of those in Crud. In fact, some of them are strikingly similar...

Haha! You’ll have to make your own minds up! And I’ve deliberately left almost everything of real import for you to discover yourself, whilst hopefully loading the above so unevenly that you haven’t a clue what’s true and what’s tosh. No more do I.

There’s loads I’m still coming back to here on a second reading, and I’m fairly sure there’ll be a third. If that doesn’t say ‘recommended’, I don’t know what does.

09/09/2026

An autumn of Andi Watson!!!

And yeah, that’s the Signed Page 45 Bookplate for our copies of Andi Watson’s second Book Tour: A Lack Of Alibi, imminent! His original Book Tour is in stock and still selling as fast as if had just been published!!!

New Andi Watson Comic! You Tell Me #1 (Signed & Sketched)

Gawd bless people who love to talk – about themselves hahaha! More revealing than each individual might perhaps suppose, each double-page spread is like a heavily précis-ed Alan Bennett ‘Talking Heads’ monologue as our loquacious individuals step out from the various throngs hobnobbing, reading, strolling, queuing , bathing or skating above them and off-handedly offloads on you!

What a brilliant breath of fresh air! I love all the coloured cameo compositions below and the organic arrangements above as each crowd interacts individualistically according to their milieu. I think that’s the right word. Well, if it isn’t, that’s never worried me before, has it!

Two sketchbooks, each with a sticker! The Ship’s Cat (Sketched & Signed) – I know who they’re referencing from what, you know who they’re referencing from what, but no one wants to receive a Cease & Desist injunction, do they? No they don’t! Ancora Station (Signed & Sketched) – I might adore this even more! Another 17 pages of sketches. I love each back cover too! Ooh!

A reminder that Page 45 Comicbook Of The Month is Andi Watson’s Safety Features (Sketched & Signed) (see previous post) and we still have his first diary comic, Distressed Beeping (Sketched & Signed).

Page 45 has just restocked a couple of the Andi Watson Mini-Comic Boxes with their constituent mini-comics (Sketched & Signed multiple times!). Additionally, each box contains an envelope of original art. What even!

Lastly, along with our Page 45 Signed Bookplate editions of Andi Watson & Simon Gane’s Sunburn we have two last-ever copies of their Paris for it is finally out of print. Quick now!

Ooof. I’m exhausted.

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Also please remember: almost all my posts are 10 photos long! x

02/09/2026

Page 45 Comicbook Of The Month: Andi Watson’s Safety Features (Signed & Sketched In!)

“The bees... are really enjoying themselves.”
“Uh, guys, guys. Stop! This isn’t that kind of party.”

Andi’s aghast. “Turn your back for a minute and they're pollinating in public.”

Bees will be bees!

Andi Watson has been working so hard on his latest graphic novels* that he’s let his garden grow. That wild patch has run very wild.

“It’s kind of liberating when you stop drawing arbitrary lines between what’s a w**d and what’s a flower.”

It certainly is. Like Andi’s previous book of deliciously drawn one-page diary comics (DISTRESSED BEEPING), this all rings so true. It’s just that, in addition, Andi’s equally rampant imagination and lateral thinking can’t help but transform his everyday experiences into something hilariously fretful, utterly wondrous or so fanciful that his inspiration takes on a life of its own.

From the creator of Page 45’s first-ever Comicbook Of The Month (LITTLE STAR) and more, like THE BOOK TOUR*, this is overflowing like an old refrigerator’s gunked-up drip tray with domestic appliance deaths, soggy walks in the rain, sunshine excursions to gardens and exhibitions, and the creative life and (im)practical nitty-gritty of being a full-time comics creator.

Oh, and some very weird dreams!

But Andi’s life essentially echoes our own: the electrics blowing (and the search for the source), autumn apples, pots and pans, fridge lights failing, risking a long exceeded sell-by date, a year flying by and you can't even remember what you did during any given month... It’s all so familiar!

Indeed thanks to SAFETY FEATURES I am now dreading the day I buy a new car. All I want’s a proper gear stick, a clutch, brake, accelerator and a decent sound system. Oh, and windscreen wipers. I have before now driven desperate miles without working windscreen wipers. What I don’t want are all the extra discombobulating distractions that Andi’s just discovered on his dashboard.

The FREE SKETCHES are gorgeous. What will yours be?!

* THE BOOK TOUR II is due any day now with an exclusive Page 45 Bookplate signed designed by Andi Watson - preorder on our website!

01/09/2026

Gotham Central Compact Edition and Omnibus by Ed Brubaker, Greg Rucka & Michael Lark

Precinct procedural crime from the creators of LAZARUS and the writer of CRIMINAL etc, this is for me the finest DC Universe series of all time.

Rooted firmly in the trenches, this is the struggle of ordinary cops – albeit from Gotham’s Major Crimes Unit – as they cope with working in a city infested enough with maladjusted meta-dudes to keep Batman in multiple titles a month. How does it feel to know that you cannot look after your own, that a vigilante ends up having to do your job for you: that you to fire up that bloody Bat Signal every five minutes in what amounts to an admission of inadequacy?

It is emasculating.

Michael Lark does for this book what Sean Phillip does for CRIMINA, KILL OR BE KILLED etc: he anchors the action firmly in its street-level environment, replete with its own uncomfortable atmosphere.

Superb characterisation, underplayed dialogue, deft timing, and a convincingly uneasy relationship with the Bat ensure that you will care about each and every individual. Evening meals that seem inconsequential will tell you more than you know about what to expect from whom, now or later on.

In early chapters Detective Renée Montoya is being stalked by Marty Lipari, who got off on an easy r**e case because the evidence ‘went missing’. Hell, he's even suing her for damages to the tune of ten million dollars, and he's hired a Private Eye to take photographs. Now the Private Eye is dead, Lipari is missing, and the photographs have found their way onto the precinct walls and beyond. Soon Lipari will be dead. Sure it's a set-up, but why? And how much worse is Renée's life going to get before she even begins to understand the trouble she's in?

There’s a wider subplot involving the misappropriation of forensic evidence which will go on to entrap Renée’s partner, Detective Crispus Allen, and it strikes me now as I condense this from former reviews that, like so much modern crime fiction, this is a big book of injustice.

Compact Edition contains #1-10, the Omnibus hc contains the whole shebang, #1-40

19/08/2026

100 Cupboards by N.D. Wilson & Forrest Dickison

Intriguing edge-of-your-seat wonder, with both bright, barley-blonde, mid-summer sunshine and eerie-glow midnight phantasmagoria!

And it’s not just me, for this has now been successfully field-tested on a couple of young gentlemen around the age of 11 who were both thrilled.

There’s a woeful lack of knees-dirty adventure amongst all the albeit terrific full-on fantasy for young ‘uns, but this is just that, firmly in the real world of family life, friendship, baseball, barns and bedrooms before the otherworldly creeps stealthily in like creaking floorboards.

Or 100 cupboards uncovered - after some hacking – under the bedroom plasterwork.

Let’s hope none of your young ones start any ill-advised, unsupervised DIY in gleeful emulation.

Henry’s come to Kansas, picked up from the bus stop by his Aunt and Uncle. Their truck doesn’t have back seats, so it’s bottom-bumping, head-clonking trailer time! Their homestead is terrific: lots of bare wood, banisters, stairs and rafters up in the attic. It is, Aunt concedes, just a little rickety, though. (I call it character.)

“Down there’s the cellar.
“Never trust the toilet, but there’s the plunger.
“The fridge will make funny noises at night... I swear it talks to itself.
“The door at the end is stuck. Lost the trick of the lock when grandfather died.”

Weirdly, the window won’t work, either.

Their cat is ultra-territorial / hostile, but his cousins have better manners – some of the time.

“Do you ever think you’ll see your parents again?”
“Stop it, Anastasia.”
“What? Do you even want your parents to come back?”

Oooh, what’s happened to Henry’s parents?

No time to worry about that now. The scratching’s started on the other side of his bedroom wall... Can those cupboards be opened? If so, what lies on the other side? Henry’s going to need some help!

Yes, more of this, please!

More scr**ed knuckles, sprained wrists, scuffed knees. More real-world relationships, and more Young People's comics cartooning that doesn’t rely on mindlessly, unambitiously aping the animation du jour.

11/08/2026

Planetary Compendium by Warren Ellis & John Cassaday with Laura Martin.

“They killed an entire world so that they had somewhere to store their weapons.”

The work of Warren Ellis’s career; Cassaday’s and Martin’s too

Science fiction at its most wondrous, mysterious and thrilling, it is meticulously composed, vast in scope, broad in appeal and spectacular to look at. It also boasts a mordant wit, with superb cadence in conversation as the three members of Planetary’s field team play verbal sabres at each other’s expense.

The 20th Century is coming to a close, but it has left scars behind in its wake.

Planetary is a covert organisation seeking its extraordinary secrets. Funded by an unseen Fourth Man, they are archaeologists of the unknown, travelling the globe to unearth all the weird science which has been foisted upon us from other dimensions, or which we have visited upon ourselves.

They find themselves up against The Four, astronauts secretly launched into space in 1961. They returned changed... and they do not have our best interests at heart.

As Planetary kicks off, its surviving field team members Jakita Wagner and The Drummer invite terse, suspicious Elijah Snow to fill a recently vacated space, all unaware that he has been a member for years.

Ellis proves to be an archaeologist himself, exhuming all manner of science fiction history: pulp fiction and gothic prose, the more iconic superheroes and even DC’s Vertigo imprint are warped to Ellis’s own goals.

The recurring Snowflake of the Multiversal Gate is just one of a myriad of visual triumphs by Cassady and Martin contributing to this eye-popping opulence. They love to embellish with intricate gold, whether it be Flash Gordon’s rocket, a certain mythological mallet, a futuristic, altruistic knight’s shining armour or the beyond-Baroque bridges, arches, cupolas inside a crystalline, sentient shift-ship buried beneath a city ever since it crash-landed at the very end of the Cretaceous period. Through Laura Martin’s lambent colours it glows like stained-glass windows.

“It’s a strange world.”
“Let’s keep it that way.”

Full review on our website; this is but a THIRD of it!!

30/07/2026

Page 45 Comicbook Of The Month, August 2026

Gigs by Mark Mosedale & Si Smith

This is so very impressive, in its craft, its scope, its comprehensiveness and comprehension. Assured and accomplished, it has been meticulously thought-through. Many minds agree that this where we’re heading, folks.

“It felt like freedom.”

There’s precious little of it left here. No individual self-expression or self-determination by way of careers, trades or skills, not even the freedom to be thrilled. This isn’t life, it’s subsistence: just one randomly assigned work gig after another, erupting onto your phone like a spot or sore. The people trudge through their drudgery, while delivery drones swarm across the city centre skies.

I can’t see any birds.

We’ll miss the pigeons.

If you relished Mathieu Bablet’s exceptional CARBON & SILICON, behold what might be happening in the very near future instead to everyday people living everyday lives that are largely joyless and deemed irrelevant, effectively corralled under corporate control .

But this is, vitally, a big book of transgression, singularly British with brilliant Beryl Cook forms and colours as vibrant as pots of Poster Paint! The urban landscapes – including its wide-screen panoramas – are all fully formed, as are the inhabitants we’ll meet, including our persistent, dissident graffiti artist making a mockery of the successive white washes by returning not just to reinstate but to update his message. My favourite’s the once ever-evolving individual now figuratively frozen in a twilight home for the elderly, the abandoned. Suited and rebooted, she will, one last time, reclaim her identity, heart and heartbeat as part of the underground music community, with its latest radiant clubwear, so glowingly rendered.

For yes, this is also a big book of reclamation: of agency, of ambition, of effective collective action once connections are made, of nature and the countryside long since reduced to homogenous mud... and even, perhaps, of our future.

A reclamation of the beauty, the buzz and the seemingly, sadly outmoded notion that no one gets left behind.

21/07/2026

FOUNDATIONS one-shot by Jonathan Hickman, Nick Spencer & Mike Huddleston, Mike Del Mundo.

Swoooooon!

Gorgeous, glossy, magazine-sized launch for the many comics and graphic novel projects which will flow from the publishing banner and mythology mystery ‘Three Worlds / Three Moons’ whose relevance will become immediate clear during a touching, reverent bedtime conversation between a loving son and his doting Dad on the eve of the Dad’s departure to investigate a specific set of the ruins on their home planet’s moon.

“Hey,” he says, limitless love beaming from his broad, bearded smile, “You know it’s a full moon this week?”
“Yeah?”
“Uh-huh. So when you look up, son, look for me. I’ll be back sooner than you think.”

He’ll never be coming home.

The fate of the exhibition – and specifically his Dad, whose story, I swear, is far from over – is covered from multiple, eye-popping angles in this introductory series of stories, both artists at the top of their luxuriously imaginative game. Stunning.

Let’s not forget that Mike Huddleston was, with Jonathan Hickman, responsible for the mind-blowingly beautiful, utterly sumptuous DECORUM featuring 5,322 different art styles by that single, singular artist. De Mundo delivers in droves here too.

Next from ‘Three Worlds / Three Moons’ crew comes a 3-parter called THE ARRIVALS.

I am very much on board.

14/07/2026

Luke Healy’s Dogs On Dates

Funny, cringe-inducing, yet refreshingly optimistic.

“Dude. He’s not coming. Just eat.
“...No. I refuse to be cynical. I am an optimist. I believe in hope.”
“I ‘hope’ you’re hungry enough to eat two meals.”

Brad ordered about 30 minutes ago. Around the time his date, Bernie, disappeared down the 45-degree street, past that cafe window, on a brake-broken bicycle, heading straight for the river.

“Aw, c’mon. Dating is all about hope.
“Hope in love.
“Hope that if you find the right person, your life will get easier.
“And if you can’t believe in a cute, funny boy who was nice to you once... what can you believe in?”

“Hear! Hear!” calls a punter from the opposite end of the bistro.

But back to the brake-broken bicycle and unfortunately even from the bottom, for Bernie, it’s been downhill ever since. You don’t see many goats in city centres, do you?

Luke Healy has of late specialized in screechingly funny car-crash comics; the sort you peer tentatively through your fingers at, weeping and laughing all at the same time. The laughter tends to be quite high-pitched; close to a squeal.

And Luke’s not averse to making himself the butt of jokes in what must surely, surely, surely be fabrications (SELF-ESTEEM AND THE END OF THE WORLD and THE CON ARTISTS), but here he eschews the illusion of autobiography and indeed the human altogether. Instead Healy presenting the hapless dating duo as dogs. There’ll still be no let up on the cringe!

We follow Brad and Bernie from their ill-fated first encounter through further doom-laden dates punctuated by briefer romantic snap-shots, some of which say so much about our specific lovers’ likes, some saying more about wider society’s sorry trends. Yet there’s a delirious innocence to it all, as well as an endearing, really quite determined optimism, almost immediately rewarded / rebutted by calamities; most provoked by a certain failure to pay attention...? Come clean...? Or comprehend reality...?

My favourite interloper was the psychotherapist introduced in the relatively late, mismatched proceedings – but, more specifically, his well earned comeuppance.

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