Friday, 27 February 2015
Like half the internet I've been regularly tuning into the twisted wonderfulness of Littler's Scarfolk blog. It's a series of snippets of life in the titular 'town in the North West of England that did not progress beyond 1979'. It is a fabulously funny satire on an era in British life that quite frankly was twisted, terrifying and definitely out to get you.
The tantalising prospect of a real world dead tree version of the blog has been gestating for a while now and it's eventual arrival was greeted with much excitement.
The art is indeed lovely, if a little blurry (possibly deliberately) and it's been placed into a narrative about a man adrift in Scarfolk and searching for his lost sons and therein lies the second problem. The story feels underdeveloped and often like a teenagers version of a Monty Python script full of slightly embarrassing attempts at offbeat and dadaesque humour. The narrative isn't a terrible idea and it does provide a fun framing device for the images bu it's just a little, well, forced.
The images though are as fabulous as you could ever hope them to be, full of invention and the darkest of humour and each one is a joy. What they needed though was for the whole thing to be given the the size and scope of a nice large coffee table art book to allow full appreciation but truthfully, in that books absence, this one will definitely do.
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