So, this is the first time since I started this blog that I’ve bought a new Jeffrey Brown release the same week. So, because it’s unprecedented, I’ll just state how I intend to deal with it so it’s down in black and white. If new Jeffrey Brown material surfaces in one form or another (e.g, it is released that week, or I first buy a copy of it that week) my plan is to break from the reviewing of old material and do the new thing. This week is a double first, because it’s also the first time I’m reviewing his work in an anthology title, so I’ll have to figure out a format for that as well. Still, shouldn’t prove too difficult (getting the will to write this up instead of continuing with my pokemon game, though – that’s difficult.)
This week, I’m looking at an anthology title that I’ve never encountered before called “Deevee.” The website, Deevee Press, doesn’t contain much information, so feel free to correct me if you’re a massive Deevee fan and some of what I say sounds like rubbish, but here’s what I’ve managed to scrape together so far: Deevee appears to be released fairly sporadically. There are references in the back to previous issues, now collected, of Deevee 2001, Deevee: Molotov, and Deevee: Flange, suggesting this is only the 4th release in 6 years. The indicia calls this issue Deevee 2007, which seems fairly accurate. It appears to be published by an Australian company, though the presence of Jeffrey Brown suggests no specific limitation to just Australian creators, but it’s a fair bet that some of them are – which is cool, because you see a lot of American and British indie anthologies, but I don’t recall any specifically Australian ones before. A cursory search shows this marketing hype turn up in a few places, so here it is again:
The new issue of the long running Australian anthology DeeVee is listed in the current Diamond Previews catalogue. This stand-alone special features ‘tales of spiteful romance’ including a brand new Playwright story illustrated by Eddie Campbell plus The Fat Sheila Hit Me, the crime story he illustrated to crime author Peter Doyle’s script. Also features work by Jeffrey Brown, Mandy Ord, Jason Paulos, mr j and the pick of current Aussie cartoonists. We’re listed under the Top Shelf section and the order code is Diamond APR074012.
So far, so good. It’s priced reasonably high and, to be honest, the paper quality is pretty low, but when you’re dealing with indie companies and indie creators, both publisher and readers have to cut corners on the financial sides to make the relationship work. Make no mistake – this is a great title.
Jeffrey Brown’s work, which readers of this blog will no doubt be interested in, falls under the umbrella of semi-fictionalised autobiography. His 3-page strip appears to star himself and an un-named girlfriend, and is titled “The Depth of my Anger is Indication of my Love.” – the spiel above mentions “spiteful romance” – well, Brown’s strip contains a fair amount of spite, and only brief allusions to romance (though it is a comedy.)
Don’t go thinking that 3 pages is an insubstantial body of work. These 3 pagers contain no less than 120 panels. Okay, they’re small and there’s a fair amount of talking heads, but there’s also a fair amount of what I’m going to start terming CDNPs in an effort to ensure I don’t start getting porno-traffic. This comic may contain more depictions of sexual activity in 3 pages than most comic readers see in a year (har har, I am funny!)
What we really get here is a relationship distilled into the essence of its sexual liasons. 120 panels broken into around 6 or 7 panel mini-chapters describing the sexual dynamics of a given moment. They work as a serial or taken alone, and while the focus on sex leaves you with some gaps to fill in, it’s got a rapid fire punchlines that something like American Pie would kill for (with very few small penis jokes!)
Now, while it’s worth the price of admission for Jeff Brown alone, I’ll just quickly give my opinions of the rest:
Eddie Campbell’s 2 strips, The Playwright with Daren White, and The Fat Sheila Hit Me with Peter Doyle are both excellent – The Playwright serves as a chapter/trailer for a larger release coming in 2008, and deals with a sexually frustrated playwright’s observations look after his older, mentally ill brother, that looks like it could be very worth buying.
Mandy Ord’s style I recognised from her work with Adhouse, and her strip, Arsehole, was one of my favourite pieces in the book though the following story, Don’t Call me Baby, by David Tang and Matt Huynh might just edgee it out slightly. Ord’s piece deals with body image and the expectation surrounding physical attraction. Tang/Hynh’s piece is about how repression (emotional and sexual) can damage a relationship. Both pieces distill their themes brilliantly while leaving a relatable human core.
Blind Love, by Daren White and Jason Paulos a hilarious story of Super-Heroine, Sweet Spot, in love with Super-Villain, Spore, defending their relationship to the members of her Super-Hero pantheon, The Institute of Integrity. To its massive credit, could’ve come straight out of Adhouse’s brilliant Project: Superior or Project: Romance. The funniest thing in the book, though, was probably the two strips on the back cover – Doctor Karen Summers, M.D. – A pastiche of soap-opera newspaper strips, by Dan Best, Andy Finlayson and Lee Slattery, with a vaguely 60s sensibility. It’s the kind of thing I’ve got a real soft spot for.
The only thing that didn’t really work for me was Mister J’s “Hayley Cambell Funnies.” The humour was broad and the art traditionally cartoonish, it’ll be right up your alley if you’re a fan of, say, Andy Capp, or Hagar the Horrible (imagine those with swearing and a few cultural references, and you’re pretty much there.) Actually, here’s a nice test. Do you find this funny:
Mister J: “Well Hayley, we’ve had a lovely evening, how about a goodnight kiss?”
Hayley: “Why spoil a perfectly good evening?”
I don’t want to get snobbish, but seriously, it’s not really on the same level as the rest of the work, and appears to be lacking a severely necessary amount of self-awareness. It just reads like a slightly dodgy webcomic. I don’t often use the phrase “not as good as Penny Arcade” but in this case…
Still, that’s the only duff note in this metaphorical symphony of greatness. It came out a couple of weeks ago, though I only spotted it this week when I was attracted, like a foolish insect, to the bright colours adorning the cover, then trapped like a rat as soon as I saw the name Jeffrey Brown on it. It’s so good I’m making animal metaphors all over the place. Buy it below, and hey, why not visit the Deevee site and get the trade of the previous issues of Deevee like I’m planning on doing?

Buy Deevee 2007 from Top Shelf
Buy Deevee Collected (does not include Deevee 2007) from Deevee Press