Max Cannon is at it again, with his second book of cartoons from his wildly successful comic strip, Red Meat, and it's every bit as twisted and edgy as the first one. Featured in sixty alternative weeklies and college newspapers, representing a combined readership of more than six million, Red Meat has a fervent and loyal fan base.
Max Cannon also has an official Red Meat web site, which averages 30,000 page views per week. It was honored with a Cyber Star award from Virtual City magazine.
Max Cannon is at it again, with his second book of cartoons from his wildly successful comic strip, Red Meat, and it's every bit as twisted and edgy as the first one. Featured in sixty alternative weeklies and college newspapers, representing a combined readership of more than six million, Red Meat has a fervent and loyal fan base.
Max Cannon also has an official Red Meat web site, which averages 30,000 page views per week. It was honored with a Cyber Star award from Virtual City magazine.
What's funnier, a dead monkey or a dead clown? How many corpses do you have to tie together to make a raft? Are pigeons recyclable? These, and many other questions we're too afraid to include here, are answered in the latest installment from cult cartoonist Max Cannon, More Red Meat. Cannon's oeuvre can be found in countless weekly papers, on Web sites, and on the sides of buildings; it has infiltrated like a particularly unpleasant strain of the Ebola virus. Plumbing the depths of ickiness--and finding it funny--Cannon has gained a fanatical following for his rubber-coated look at suburban life. This latest collection includes Cannon's classic characters like the sadistic Milkman Dan, the mentally unstable Earl, and perverted, often-naked middle-class dad Ted Johnson, as well as introducing new characters such as the sadistic marine biologist Jacques Oiseux, the mentally unstable barber Walker, and deformed, middle-class outcast Johnny Lemonhead. If you haven't picked up the first Red Meat book, do so now, then return here, buy this one, and run to the most psychedelic shag-carpeted crash pad you can find to begin a trip into illustrated delight. --James diGiovanna