I recently reviewed The Boys #37 and, in the process, wrote the following sentences: "The telling of the story is where the humor lies. The Frenchman tells it with such earnest sincerity and sentiment, but what we see are absurd and, dare I say, stupid events. Jousting on bicycles with baguettes while wearing cloves of garlic? He returns to town with his friend behind him playing a concertina. The images Robertson draws for his remembrances to his summer of love with Marie and his childhood feud with Black Pierre are so graphic that they subvert the expectation of innocence that’s in the Frenchman’s words."You can read the rest HERE!
