Chew is a hilarious, imaginative and grotesque work of art. By grotesque, I mean the protagonist is a cop with an ability to receive telepathic images from the murdered victims of a homicide, but to harness that power, he has to chew upon the meat of the dead carcass, which is obviously unimaginably horrific, and every time I saw the image of the poor lad grimacing and nibbling at dead meat, it made me squeamish.
Tony Chu, the brave protagonist, lives in a world where chicken is a rare commodity, and has been banned due to deaths resulting from bird flu. He walks into a labyrinth of crime surrounding illegal chicken, the kidnapping of his brother and a famous food critic, and the betrayal of one of his partners. He kicks butt, walks into danger, and saves his brother and the heroine. He is cynical, jaded, and juvenile.
The best part about the series is the grisly humor, the interactions between different characters, and the bizarre superpower of the protagonist. The art definitely complements the jarring elements of the underworld and the comedy weaved so perfectly together. My only qualm is that the story got a little lackluster towards the end, and a little too convoluted in a way that it detracted from the simplicity and the smoothness at the start of the book. Nevertheless, its worth a read.
The love for books & a hunger for stories was programmed into my DNA. And, sooner than later, life experiences sealed the deal. Books have saved me, transformed my life, enlightened me and have shown me the path I must walk. In a way, far too many books have played the role of kindred spirits and guides, leading the seeker in me to answers and paving a way for a new way of life. Books have helped me keep my wits, my sense of wonder, my sense of mystery and curiosity & my sanity in a life that has been anything but predictable and normal.