THE WEREWOLF AT DUSK

The latest from writer-artist Small is a triptych of short illustrated stories (two adaptations and one original) that explore the idea of lurking monsters.

In the first, adapted from Lincoln Michel’s short story “The Werewolf at Dusk,” an aging lycanthrope laments his lost vitality: The years have rendered his once-fearsome lupine form mangy, stooped, and medicated. The Small original, “A Walk in the Old City,” follows a psychotherapist lost and imperiled on strange, circuitous streets who recognizes his surroundings as nothing more than a dream but then must confront the identity of the dreamer—and a pack of dog-sized spiders. The final tale is based on Jean Ferry’s “Le Tigre Mondain,” in which a theatergoer in 1920s Berlin has his night of frivolity ruined by the surprise performance of a popular farce featuring a tiger behaving like a man, from wearing a suit to not eating a baby, with the salivating beast held in check only by the will of the nearby and increasingly exhausted Adolf Hitler. The collection is more adult picture book than graphic novel and is immensely enjoyable. Small’s linework is striking in its expressiveness and energy, figures and forms leaping across the page while eyes and lips simmer with emotion. Broad patches and layers of color imbue the illustrations with a gorgeous painterly quality. An introduction from Smalls connects the three stories thematically and challenges the reader to not fall victim to that most insidious of monsters lurking within so many of us: passivity. From the unceasing and enervating march of time to the uncertainty of our agency to the crass manipulation of the masses by the elite, Small convincingly makes the case that we are beset on all sides (especially inside) by monsters.

Surreal and searing.