Bill Sienkiewicz (pronounced sin-KEV-itch) is a masterful artist. Some
of his works in comics rank among my all-time favourites. His collaboration
with Frank Miller on Elektra: Assassin and
Daredevil Love and War are some of the
most memorable and masterfully told comics I’ve ever had the pleasure of
reading. His career is filled with milestone issues in some of the most popular
titles. His style of art incorporates many types of artistic techniques
resulting in a unique and immediately identifiable style. Having Sienkiewicz
inking another artist’s pencils is enough to give a comic a stylish vibe. His
influence is huge and I’m sad it took me so long to read Stray Toasters which he wrote as well as illustrated.
Anybody who’s even flipped through a copy of this comic can attest to
its strangeness. While I can say without any reservations that I love his art,
I can’t say the same for his writing. When I consider it, there are some
similarities between his approach to art and writing and while it suits one, it
doesn’t suit the other. The energetic and chaotic art style doesn’t translate
well to the written word. Stray Toasters
is incredibly confusing and out of that emerged my frustration as a confused
reader.
If I were to attempt to summarize the plot, it would be a little something
like this. Dr. Egon Rustemagik is a criminal psychologist. He’s an alcoholic
and he’s recently been released from a mental institution. You get the sense he’s
crazier now than he ever was before being institutionalized. He’s been tasked
to work on a murder investigation. There have been two crime sprees taking
place in the city: one in which children are being murdered and another in
which women are being murdered.
His investigation brings him back into contact with Dhalia, a past lover
with whom he had a son, Todd. We learn that she’ responsible for having Egon
institutionalized. Todd ends up living on the streets before being taking in by
Dr. Montana Violet, a very sick and deranged scientist. After discovering Todd’s
affinity for machines and his borderline idiot savant personality, Dr. Violet
experiments on him and inserts a power outlet in his brain. Todd gets
transformed into one of Dahlia’s toaster butlers (which are all children turned
into robot butlers, I think).
Due to his being romantically involved with Dahlia, she finds out that
Egon is investigating the child murders. She asks Violet to kill Egon but even
though he’s deranged, Dr. Violet still respects his Hippocratic Oath (but he’s
cool turning kids into toaster cyborgs). Instead of killing Egon, Dr. Violet
tries to provoke Egon to kill him as his respect of the Hippocratic Oath
prevents him from committing suicide. He’s been suffering for years but isn’t
willing to take his own life.
I can’t remember who the child murder is (Dahlia?) but I think Todd, the
toaster boy, is responsible for the women murders. I’m not even sure it matters
as Sienkiewicz doesn’t seem interested in telling a comprehensive story.
Rather, I think he was trying to tell a handful of specific scenes and play
with a few ideas. The story’s setting in the near future, where mostly boys are
born and the human race is slowly dying, as well as the inclusion of highly
satirical and surrealist asides seems to support this theory. The book also
radically shifts from utmost seriousness to complete idiocy, providing readings
with an equally tense and hilarious reading experience. Consider that the book
is intercut with section of the Devil vacationing in America. He even sends
hilarious satirical post cards to his family back in hell. Compare that to the
much more serious story of multiple murder investigations and you start to see
just how chaotic and wild this comic is.
On some occasions Stray Toasters
takes itself too seriously. It's not a pretentious comic but it has a serious
intensity that made it difficult for me to settle into the story. It's unapproachable
in a sense, keeping me at arms’ length. Part of me wanted to read it because I
like Sienkiewicz’s work so much but I was reticent to dive in completely because
of the slightly off-putting nature of the story and (occasionally) the art.
Overall, the comic is disorienting because of the art and mostly because of the
writing. The two just never seem to fit together well. I’m open to the theory
that the disorienting and confusing nature of the story supports the comic’s
themes of mental illness and the complexities of family relationships, but that
doesn’t justify its near incomprehensibility.
Sienkiewicz uses a lot of caption boxes. They’re used as often for
narration as for dialogue which is a little unusual. My biggest complaint is
that Sienkiewicz relies too heavily on caption boxes to progress the story. His
art has multiple layers and it's aesthetically dense but his writing feels
contrived. He writes in short, staccato phrases that somewhat jumble together
to make dialogue and narration but it often doesn’t add up to much. It's simple
an amateurish in comparison to the art. The difference in the level of skill
between the art and the writing leaves a large chasm somewhere in the middle.
That’s where the reader ends up as they’re forced to reconcile their admiration
for the art with their frustration with the writing. I was regularly impressed
and mesmerized by the art while feeling cold and uninterested in the words.
They never really combine together to form a single unit.
I was disappointment to discover that for a good part of the book, Stray Toasters felt like art with words pasted on top. Some pages are single illustration (sometimes two or three) with a nine panel grids covering it all. The art works without the grid. The grid's reason for being is to give the caption boxes some sort of structure on the page, rather than be placed randomly. Without the grid there would be too many boxes on the pages for the reader to follow naturally with their eyes. The panel grid is actually a disservice. Its reason for being is to make up for the writing's shortcoming with its unnecessary choppiness.
I appreciated Sienkiewicz’s fierce pursuit of a specific style and tone
with Stray Toasters, but the result is a comic that doesn’t make for easy
reading. Worse, taking my time and rereading confusing sections didn’t result
in a greater understanding of what was really taking place. I like comics that
require that I invest myself in order to fully appreciate the story, but comics
that don’t reciprocate my efforts leave me disappointed and a little annoyed.
Stray Toasters is a failure as an enjoyable comic by it’s a success as a fascinating one. It's glorious in its excesses it’s beautiful to look at, frustrating to read, and unexpectedly funny and poignant at random intervals. Because it's such an uneven and odd comic, I would avoid recommending it to anybody who hasn't read anything by Sienkiewicz and to anybody who doesn't have a fondness for his art. If you're one of those people I would direct you to some of his other, less esoteric comics. If you're a big fan of his work, then go ahead and pick this up but expect a strange comic which equal potential for enjoyment and appreciation as there is for frustration and dislike.
I agree with what you said. As the saying goes his reach did not equal his grasp. He still deserves credit for trying something so different in mainstream comic books.
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