Blood Relatives is a short story from the book The Littlest Hitler by Ryan Boudinot. I bought it because the synopsis online for the title story was about a little boy and girl who dress up as Hitler and Anne Frank for Halloween and become friends. The actual story (and book, for that matter) is much more depressing and dark and sometimes funny at the same time. This is OK though, because the short stories are also completely awesome, for the most part.
Blood Relatives is actually a combination of two stories involving a family member being a serial killer. The first story (pictured above) begins with a mom and her son shopping for food with the usual happenings. He asks for sugary cereal, she says no, he wants pizza pockets for dinner, she says no, etc. The mom is somewhat of a health nut, but only cooks a meal from scratch on Wednesday nights. This meal is labeled "the fancy meal."
The story sounds normal enough in the beginning, but we soon find out that the "fancy meal" involves ax wielding and the phrase "go fast...my mom used to run track." Ultimately, the crazy antics end with everyone living life as normal, as though the crazy and morally inept "fancy meal" is business as usual. A very entertaining little story! The second story is equally dark and comedic and also involves more dark humor.
Note: no. She is not doing the "Rock-out hand" while holding the ax. I just thought it looked really dainty for her to have her pinky out.
6 comments:
Hahaha, I like. I always draw dainty pinkies as well!!
You've really hit this illustration on the head!
Thanks Burt! I am enjoying your punny comment. Also, your Trout Fishing post has prompted me to purchase "The Abortion: A Historical Romance 1966". I am quite excited about it!
I just love how you draw waif women. I guess I just love waif women. (By waif I, of course, mean women who are as thin as a single line of ink. I.E. a realistic and all-too reachable standard of beauty.)
I enjoy drawing waif women. I think its because my parents allowed me to play with Barbie as a child. That's probably also why I can't stand the sight of my fat, blubbery body. Anyway, thanks for the compliment! I'mma go throw up now yaaay!
Except for the axe, she looks like a normal mom from the fifties...
Kinda disturbing!
Great job!
Denise
Yay! That's what I was going for. The story is surreal in that she IS like a normal mom from the fifties...except for the ax, that is. Thanks!
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