DECOíS LAST CAPER
Gahan Wilson is a longtime cartoonist (for publications ranging from Playboy to The New Yorker and National Lampoon) with a playful and humorous yet quite macabre sensibility. His is among the most distinct and recognizable artistic sensibilities on the scene, comparable with those of Charles Addams and Edward Gorey.
Gahan Wilsonís prose, alas, is a different story. As displayed in his film and book reviews for The Twilight Zone and Fantasy & Science Fiction magazines, along with a handful of novels and short stories, Wilsonís writing is quite distinct in its own right, but also extremely uneven. At its best it has a darkly comedic charge comparable to his artwork (from the present volume: ďI can tell you from bitter experience that any time a fire escape crawls off the wall of its tenement and starts going for you, your best move is to let it have the whole block to itself, sidewalks and allĒ), while at its worst itís merely irritating, with a severe case of the cutes (ďit began, in a funny, sneaky kind of way, to creep back to Ricoís right like a bad little lamp that had suddenly realized it had made a mistake in front of Mama and PapaĒ).
EDDY DECOíS LAST CAPER is a hard-boiled pastiche in which a private eye, one Eddy Deco, investigates a ransom case that comes to involve a man whose form consists of a jar containing a brain and two disembodied eyes, dark tunnels appearing in the midst of otherwise mundane interiors, giant lobsters wearing menís suits, tentacle-sprouting cars, flying buildings and sentient slime. Thereís also a plot, although itís far too lightweight to build momentum, or entirely sustain attention. The narrative was structured, it seems, around Wilsonís outlandish drawings.
Speaking of which, itís the drawings, and the way theyíre utilized, that make EDDY DECOíS LAST CAPER the enjoyable romp it is. In the manner of a childrenís picture book, the drawings arenít merely illustrative but incorporated directly into the narrative. The gambit works fairly well, especially if youíre a fan of Wilsonís art, and sustains the proceedings even when the prose doesnít measure up.