![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() McFly you only ever see in profile, with one gigantic eye bulging out of the front of his head, plus a beard that manages to cover every remaining square inch, and blends in nicely with the rest of the landscape here: furry roofs and woolly trees and stubbly pasture – even the sun looks like it could use a shave. McFig is the one with the walrusy moustache and mad scientist’s glasses, in case you’re keeping score. Now delight for ten minutes in this overgrown portrait of basic human ambitions run amok. Who doubts Henrik Drescher? Even discounting the prickly pleasures of Hubert the Pudge, A Vegetarian Tale, in which Drescher ends up finishing just about everything he starts even if you have not witnessed a child consuming his parents in The Boy Who Ate Around, or you are anyway completely unfamiliar with this Danish-born author and illustrator, or Hansel and Gretel, or Grimm’s Fairy Tales generally, or all the bony, creepy fables we have used across human history to keep the children from wandering very far from the tribal hearth even if you are a skeptic, like me, who sees little red herrings skittering everywhere across the surfaces of our popular culture, and never entirely falls for a title like McFig and McFly, A Tale of Jealousy, Revenge and Death (with a Happy Ending), even then the spectacle of those wild-eyed Scotsmen on the cover should alert you to the possibility that this isn’t your average bedtime confection. ![]()
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