One Potato Review

“No matter where you go, or what you do,” says Patrick Edward’s mother, “I will be there. Because I am your mother, even if I am a monster – and I love you.” That is about the measure of this story: syntactically a little odd, artistically extremely odd. The pictures look like painted strings dragged across the page, with here and there a brush-tip splatter and explosion, but this strikingly macabre vision of a normal school-going boy and his freakish, cave-dwelling Mama finally amounts to nothing more menacing than our best (if primal) notions of motherhood, and it shines brighter for all of the shadows.