Post by Robert Carnegie Post by Chrysi Cat Post by Lynn McGuire
The Swan Eaters: Morbis is an idiot
Yup, Grandma has an idiot for a son. Bulgaria in 1941 is a very
dangerous place for gypsies.
TWO idiots for sons. We already knew Offal was totes a failure at life,
going back even further than when he killed the swans while Winnie was
out hunting deer to save the family.
It's a /whole/ lot more disappointing to see that Morbis has no sense of
self-preservation, because he has to be the only Roma to be capable of
reading of the Nazis and yet not know he's /on their list./ Now I'm
wondering if I'm supposed to like or care about any of these people
other than Olwen, Salem, Peter, Clover and Vesper. Well, Wigglesworth,
but I mean "any of these humans".
They're creepy and they're kooky, mysterious and spooky, they're
alogether ooky... they're an affectionate family but I don't think
you're meant to like or admire them.
Is the story going to be about Nazis from this point on? That's
difficult to do well. Especially concentration camp scenes.
The author says that the story gets dark, very dark as it goes on.
"I wrote Swan Eaters between 2011-2013, after a fever dream during a
bout of the flu. It was a very funny, very scary nightmare about a
little old hag trying to look after a group of children. The kids kept
stealing her spell book and summoning bigger and more ridiculous
monsters through a portal they'd scratched out on the floor in crayon.
Soon the exasperated old crone was catching crawling babies and running
children, battling back an ever increasing gruesome menagerie in a very
"that episode of 'I Love Lucy' with the chocolates" way. Wanting to know
more about her and her family, I spent the rest of my sickness resting
and sketching. A week or two before, a friend had told a story about a
man he worked with complaining that growing up his town had prized their
swans in the park. One year a family came to town and ate them, causing
an uproar. The story stuck in my head, this entire town furious at a
family for eating their swans. This tale began weaving itself into my
drawings. By the time I recovered, the first 10-15 strips of Swan Eaters