My Little Funny: By Kaz, 96 pgs. By Todd Taylor

            My first introduction to Kaz was by a crazy guy, Frederique Le Bastard, who would write me about the war books he was reading and the obscure punk rock he was listening to at the time. Nice guy. With all the letters, he’d include two or three comics by Kaz. I’d never seen the comics before. Dark, funny, and drawn like they came from the spleen of Walt Disney’s nightmare alter ego, I couldn’t stop laughing at them. My Little Funny is a great collection, the fifth, of Kaz’s syndicated strips. Here’s a taste of what you’re in for. Multiple, funny fart jokes. An “Aww tits! I’m doomed!” vibe. Fishermen having sex with big fish in lingerie that aren’t, nor could ever be, mermaids. Polar bears getting a nice, mellow high from tranquilizer darts and commenting on the buzz as “Frosty.” Smiley faces are replaced by skulls and crossbones. Unicorns with tattoo skulls that gore little children. Once-cute animals have syringes sticking out of their arms as casually as if they were wearing necklaces. Shaved, masturbating gorillas. Recurring characters include Sam Snuff, who looks like an alcoholic Popeye of the Apocalypse, and Creep Rat who looks like a coughed-up hairball with an “X” of band-aids approximately where his belly button would be. If you’re trying to find that elusive (hypodermic) needle of a comic in a haystack that’ll give you giggles when you crack the spine, My Little Funny’s just the right type of fucked-up medicine. –Todd (Fantagraphics Books, 7563 Lake City Way NE, Seattle, WA 98115)