Casanova is on the beach, putting together a love dart like you’ve never seen, a love letter in reverse. “A dew whispered terms of insincere endearments… a mumbled empty sigh…” All he needs now is a big romantic heart to aim it at.
Remember Byron and Lexy? They’re still on that romantic dinner on the Golden Gate Bridge. Lexy might have dreamed of a romantic, poetic dinner, but Byron wasn’t exactly playing ball, the misunderstanding not just of generations, but of centuries. What happens on page three is natural, typical, disgusting and amusing. Unromantic suggestions of rutting don’t exactly flatter Lexy, but she gives into a kiss, and a flood of her memories. In particular, Lexy’s mom arguing for her to go on a storm watching outing, only to have Mom zapped by a lightning strike (physics note - Mom is the last person in that truck that would have been hit).
While Byron phyco-analysis the shared memory, Mata Hari turns up with a spray of what looks like mace, but “sure as hell ain’t Chanel N-number Five.” While Bryon waxes lyrical about Coleridge, Lexy is stolen away. Then the blonde from Incubator Inc turns up, points a gun at him and tells Byron to “get in the fucking car.”
Lexy is taken to a farm in the middle of nowhere where her Dad is also being held, he explains that Incubator Inc had stolen his tech, which is why Lexy saw it there. Now Mata Hari wants Lexy’s help - to mend her broken heart.
Meanwhile, at Incubator Inc, Byron is shown images of his beloved daughter Ada. All to pull Byron into the power of Incubator Inc…
I have to say that New Romancer is a rollercoaster of a comic. What seems light and fluffy can go gas bomb in a second. The writing is fun and pacy. The characters are individual and readable, and the final pane tells a great story that leaves the reading wanting to know what happens next.
Issue four of New Romancer is an easy three out of five for me.
Gail Williams lives in her own private dungeon populated with all the weird and the wonderful she can imagine. Some of it’s very weird, and the odd bits and pieces are a bit wonderful. Well okay, she lives in Swansea with her husband and daughter. And the world’s most demanding cat. To find out more about Gail, check out www.gailbwilliams.co.uk - Dare you!
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