Everybody Loves Tank Girl Review

Everybody Loves Tank Girl (HC) Review

Everybody Loves Tank Girl Review
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“All we have to do now is stay alive and sane long enough for the damn thing to get here.”

There are hundreds of “notable quoteables” contained between the covers of this book. What I have chosen (above) may be the only one you could say in a church parking lot – that is if you take to talking about Tank Girl on a given Sunday morning…

Here is a portion of the book’s description from Titan Books:

“Everyone’s favorite outback anarchist is back to blow things up, swear profusely and offend the elderly! Alan C. Martin teams up with wunderkind Jim Mahfood to bring you Tank Girl as you’ve never seen her: wild, raw, foul-mouthed and forever rockin’ but rendered in a style that will bring pleasure to thine eyes.

The entire synopsis can be found on Titan Books’ website, here.

The concept of “Tank Girl” has never really been on my radar. If it weren’t for the flop of a film from 1995 (trailer on YouTube), I wouldn’t have even know she existed.

And what a shame that would have been.

So, suffice to say, this was my first “Tank Girl” reading experience. I am not sure how her other titles roll, but this one rolls on both very dirty treads. It starts out with a bang (a big one, cosmic baby!), continues to mystify throughout, and ends with an even bigger bang – or at least that is how I read it…

First reaction: I don’t know how to react. I kind of expected to see more nudity? Because it was not possible to fit more cursing in the dialog and captions.

Second reaction: What just happened to me?

Third reaction: Ah, okay, I get it – I wasn’t supposed to get it. Very. Meta.

And that is what this book is all about: Explo[r/d]ing the insane.

Interestingly enough, it does this exploration in such a non-chaotic manner. There is the main “three part” story for “Everybody Loves Tankgirl” surrounded by a plethora of short stories, songs, poems, limericks  you know – just  about anything that can be expressed by words and art.

In fact, Mahfood’s art couldn’t fit the tone better. What that man does with lines should be outlawed. I am not quite sure I am evolved enough as a human being to understand the level of his artwork. It is insanely complex. I love it.

So, what do I think, you should think about this? Well, I am not sure. Let’s see if you can pass the qualification test for the book:

  1. Do you like Jim Mahfood’s art?
  2. Are you fragile?
  3. Can you accept realities that aren’t your own?
  4. Do you love insanely fantastic detail and jokes that live inside other inside jokes?
  5. Are you Australian, have an Australian friend, or have someone that can fake an Australian accent?

If you answered “Yes” to #2, you will not survive the inside cover.

If you answered “Yes” to #5, read this book aloud or have that someone read it to you. It is much easier than attempting to fake the accent yourself – you know, in your own head.

Anyway, if you are still wondering – here are my qualification test results for this book:


BTW – My favorite bit in the book was, “The Sixteenth Annual Australian Swearing Competition” – What was yours?

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  • Sara

    Ice – T was T-Saint, not Booga. Jeff Kober was Booga.