The Triumphant Return of Bill Messner-Loebs

I only hear from certain people when they’re looking for a place to hide. Speaking of Bill Messner-Loebs, IDW Publishing is getting set to release the complete Journey: The Adventures of Wolverine MacAlistaire by the luminous, erudite, and terminally good-natured writer-cartoonist. Thank me, if you buy it (and you should); I reeled in this big fish like an olde whaler. Call me Ishmael.

Bill writes me this morning with, “I see everyone has a quote on your page except me.” Then he proceeds with what people in Buttfuck, Michigan apparantly regard as high praise:

“In public, Clifford Meth is the ‘anti’ Bill Messner-Loebs. He is opiniated [sic], swaggers, glories in grudges, sneers at his enemies and takes no prisoners. His work is about the dark side of life, as if he were sculpting beautifully realistic statues while working exclusively in blood and excrement. And then setting them on fire. But the real Clifford Meth has saved my life a couple of times, so I am probably biased… and I’m also a huge fan. I read him mouth open and giggling, stunned, amused and aroused. Clifford Meth is my pornography.”

Opiniated? As in full of opin? No—that can’t be right. Messner-Loebs is an educated man. He knows his diphthongs from his dipsticks. It must be a typo, I thought all atremble, before I swaggered on to the next subject.