Comics do at least half of their storytelling through images – but sometimes I wonder if some creators think their images can communicate deep, complex concepts that are clear and crisp in their own minds, even when they don’t embody those ideas in words.
Max Huffman’s graphic novel
brings up those thoughts: it’s obviously full of ideas, and Huffman is clearly coming from a specific viewpoint and stance, but his words only sketch lightly around the edges of his premises, leaving his energetic, deeply particular art to carry a lot of the weight of his story here.
That art is deeply caricatured, verging into pure design at times; his characters, to my eye, disappearing into his tinted pages as just more elements to shock or delight the viewer. It’s a deeply cartoony, distinctive style – I think I see graffiti influences, especially in his display type, and maybe equally in his defiant love for stark pages and imagery that doesn’t quite come into focus unless you already know what you’re looking at.
Dogtangle has plenty of dialogue, and a few captions to define what we’re look at, but not nearly enough words to explain all of the complexities of Huffman’s weird, satirical world. Concepts are thrown onto the page once for the reader to catch, and I suppose Huffman assumes that reader will assemble the elements in their own minds to match the model he has in his own. But I found Dogtangle, as it went along, more to dissolve in my mind to a sequence of striking images – vignettes, scenes, or moments – that sit like beads next to each other but don’t connect or combine to form a coherent whole.
I’m sure there is a story here, in Huffman’s mind. I’m just not sure it made it onto the page in a format that’s intelligible to most readers.
Here’s what I can tell you. Vernon Smilth is a local gadfly in Business Park, making long speeches during boring civic meetings in the converted Taco Bell, trying to slow down the relentless redevelopment of the town. He’s a failure at this, and there’s no sign that he does anything for an actual living: this is all he does that we see.
At one meeting, he meets Caressa Vignette, head and face of the pharmaceutical company named for her. We later on get the usual corporate hugger-mugger, in vague terms, so she doesn’t outright own the company, but her actual title and role and what Vignette really does is never clear – they make stuff, she’s in charge, that’s as far as Huffman wants to explain.
Smilth and Vignette fall in love, eat soup, get married – in the course of about two pages. They both want to do something big, something impressive. And Smilth has an idea: to create a Hypermutt. (The word is always presented in display type, like a splash page, in that Huffman graffiti-esque style, so it’s deeply difficult to read.)
Like many things in Dogtangle, exactly how this works is vague and doesn’t make much sense. But the Hypermutt is basically a specialized Katamari: once created, it is a big ball of dog that absorbs any other dogs that touch it. This supposedly is the next big product for Vignette, which is supposed to be satirical, but I have a hard time even seeing the space where the joke is supposed to be: this is not a consumer product at all; it can’t be sold to multiple people; and it seems to have nothing to do with the actual business of a pharmaceutical company.
Anyway, they make this thing, which is not as central to the book as you might imagine.
Almost immediately, Smilth and the hypermutt disappear – Vignette gets a ransom note for one or both of them, but we don’t see anyone nab either of them. Smilth is threatened and beaten by one of the Business Park zoning nabobs, apparently because his useless complaints at meetings were slightly less useless than Huffman made them appear. He has angered Powerful Forces, and He Will Pay.
What does that have to do with the Hypermutt? Did this Florida-based zoning overlord also grab the dog for some unspecified reason? Well…maybe? It’s never clear.
Back in Business Park, Vignette goes into business-crisis mode, running the gauntlet of shouted questions from reporters and hiring Ermine Slalom, a high-powered something-or-other (lawyer?) who will help her keep control of the company…but that plot gets derailed quickly by new characters Simon (Slalom’s little four-eyed nephew, who she’s caring for) and Smilth’s formidable mother, who arrives at the same time and is kept in the dark about her son’s disappearance.
From that point, a lot more stuff happens – some of it in what seems to be a completely different alternate universe where all of these characters are living in medieval Europe, for no obvious reason. Oh, and it flashes forward what I think is a few years, to Simone Slalom – who I thought at first was Simon’s mother, but maybe she’s an older sister? – where the Hypermutt now dominates the sky and has ruined the world.
Because what happens when dogs get stuck together in an ever-growing ball is that they fly into the sky and form a layer of cloud…obviously. (Duh!)
Anyway, this is SF and it is satirical, so of course there is an apocalypse, and this one is the Hypermutt apocalypse. At this point, the reader starts to wonder if the build-things-everywhere, knock-down-the-old-city, make-all-the-money folks are actually supposed to be our heroes. They did try to stop the apocalypse and their motivations were clear and reasonable, if venial.
Back to plot: Simone once pet-sat the Hypermutt, and was “the best sitter ever,” so now she has to retrieve Smilth from inside the flying cloud of dog. That sentence makes slightly more sense in context, though not very much. She does, he is freed, the Hypermutt collapses or dies or something, and the world…is maybe slightly less apocalyptic in the end? Huffman ends the book with a deeply enigmatic stretch of mostly-wordless pages that I assume mean something to him but left me flipping back and forth to figure out if he actually explained anything or told us where he left any of these characters.
(As far as I can tell: no.)
So Dogtangle is a deeply weird book, a massively particular book, and one that I suspect you might need to be Max Huffman to understand. Well, maybe Huffman could explain it to you in person, too – that’s possible. But, if you’re just reading it, do not expect it all to come together or make conventional narrative sense. It will look awesome, full of bizarre pages, and you may find yourself asking questions like “All of the pages are tinted, and the colors shift repeatedly throughout the book, from blue to yellow and so on, to end with orange. Does that mean anything?”
I suspect, in Huffman’s head, there’s a lot of meaning here. But it is not particularly clear on the page.
