Hans Rickheit
Autor de The Squirrel Machine
Obras de Hans Rickheit
The Gloaming #01 1 copia
The Gloaming #05 1 copia
The Gloaming #04 1 copia
The Gloaming #03 1 copia
The Gloaming #02 1 copia
Cochlea &Eustachia Vol. 2 #03 1 copia
Cochlea & Eustachia Vol. 2 #01 1 copia
Cochlea & Eustachia Vol. 2 #04 1 copia
Chrome fetus #4 1 copia
Cochlea &Eustachia Vol. 2 #02 1 copia
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Etiquetado
Conocimiento común
- Fecha de nacimiento
- 1973-01-12
- Género
- male
- Nacionalidad
- USA
- País (para mapa)
- USA
Miembros
Reseñas
Listas
Premios
También Puede Gustarte
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Estadísticas
- Obras
- 17
- También por
- 3
- Miembros
- 174
- Popularidad
- #123,126
- Valoración
- 3.6
- Reseñas
- 3
- ISBNs
- 6
- Idiomas
- 1
Collecting Rickheit’s short works (in particular, the two series Chrome Fetus and Cochlea & Eustachia), Folly makes sport with readerly outrage and disgust. Emerging from some strange, gleefully irrational unconscious, the comics deviate from narrative norms, telling stories that continually derail and reorient themselves, shocking and bewildering us along the way. In bizarre mises en scène, Rickheit parodies (or camps?) gender, politics and sexuality, hyping the vagina as a vending machine that soberly advertizes the utility of its lubrication; or celebrating the deviance of a politician who demands fellatio, then murders his citizens.
The world Folly portrays is Rickheit’s Undermind and it is a place of thresholds and orifices, of tyrants and interlopers – one that conflates machinery and seething puddles of organic matter. The whole place oozes, like the unconscious, with taboo thoughts. Like some hyper-Freudian perversion of Gaston Bachelard’s study, The Poetics of Space, it slides open drawers that secrete incomprehensible blobs of flesh recognizable only by their genitalia. In our secret compartments, meat is meat, it seems to say. But the Undermind is also a matroyshka: each threshold once breached reveals another inner world, containing yet more cavities, drawers, or tunnels into worlds even more deeply embedded. These are Bachelard’s attics, nests and shells gone rogue and grotesque with all that we censure.
What does it all mean? The twins who infiltrate, steal, take flight in rabbit-shaped balloons, and are subjected to machinic violation – all the while dressed in ridiculous, ass-flaunting dresses that mimic children’s clothing. The parade of mannequins, prosthetics and gas masks. The unformed organisms pulsing with damage like something out of The Fly. This is as unsettling a collection as I’ve ever read because it admits all the unreason and defilement that we would seek to exclude.… (más)