“Sometimes I’ll be walking down the street and I’ll suddenly recall some unspeakable transgression of mine, and the shame and horror I feel will stop me dead in my tracks!”
– Jim Woodring in Jim. Does that sound familiar or what?
Zaya h/c (£22-50, Magnetic) by Jean-David Morvan & Huang-Jia Wei.
“Please, sir, perhaps you should stop drinking…”
Pick a page, any page, and I promise you will lap this up.
A tonic for tired eyes, it is a sublime fusion of European science fiction settling into steampunk in places, with plenty to please more mature manga readers too in the form of the Chinese protagonists, antagonists and subaquatic, aerial and upper-atmosphere dogfights.
The architecture is exquisite, from Zaya’s countryside getaway – an ornate, gabled mansion with white wooden and stone features overshadowed by trees – to the early morning marina with its Venetian towers and baroque clocks in what is evidently a very rich quarter of a very rich city. You should see Z