Crazy about Krazy! The more I read, the more I love it. He plays endlessly with ideas, the meaning of words, illusion and reality. There is satire of politics, intellectuals, and wildly inventive disruptions of the panel scheme – nothing is out of bounds. Krazy bleaches himself white, Ignatz must dye himself black. Ignatz sees a portrait of Krazy – zip! a brick hurtles towards it. Yet Krazy loves the little angel, Ignatz. Is he male, female? Ignatz is married, with children! What planet do they inhabit!?
And that wonderfully simple answer to all questions comic – a brick to the head to crease Krazy’s bean!