The object of their verbal (and, occasionally, physical) abuse is their roommate, a generally decent owl named Owl, whose primary crime is not running away from his living companions at top speed. The titular Megg and Mogg are a witch and a chubby little cat, respectively, and they’re sort of a couple - their relationship seems to consist mostly of smoking pot, halfheartedly screwing, and insulting other people. I suppose you could call them friends, but they’re mostly just horrible to each other. As in Megahex, this comic consists of short, bleak episodes in the lives of a group of compatriots in an unnamed city. Hanselmann’s last book of comics, 2014’s Megahex, wound up on a slew of best-of lists, and this new volume deserves similar acclaim.
It stinks, and I mean that as a compliment. All too often, narratives about it make it seem lonely and sterile - but not so with writer/artist Simon Hanselmann’s masterful collection of miserable comic strips, Megg & Mogg in Amsterdam (and Other Stories). If you have a fondness for weed or booze, the list grows to include ash, drooling bottles, and persistent headaches.ĭepression is tactile. It’s partially defined by absences - lack of social contact, of energy, of joy - but it’s also crawling with hideous presences: the odor of half-eaten takeout food, the stains of unlaundered clothes. Excerpt from the cover of Megg & Mogg in Amsterdam (and Other Stories).ĭepression is often a disgusting business.
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