#SUMMERSTUFF: A series of lists by Entropy Editors on books, video games, comics, movies, albums, art shows, places, concerts, etc that they are excited about for summer.
Play: The Walking Dead: The Game
I’m not normally a gamer. It’s mostly an issue with time commitment, so summer can be fun for me because I can spend more time being wholly absorbed in a game, and man oh man—I’ve only been playing this game for a few days now, but I’m deeply in love. I’ve never played a game that’s so emotionally manipulative and so fun at the same time. Every choice made in the game washes me in a new heartache whether I’m standing idly by during a man’s stress-induced heart condition or killing a zombie with a hammer in front of a first grader… and I love it.
Read: The Inevitable June by Bob Schofield
What better way to beat the heat than with an absurdist hybrid text from a great press like The NewerYork? Schofield seamlessly blends sequential art with fever dream prose assigned to every day of June. You can read the whole thing all at once or you can parcel it out over the whole month. Either way, you’ll be chilled by microfiction like this:
This morning an old woman snuck up behind me and kissed me on the cheek.
Why did you do that? I asked.
It was inevitable, she said.
Then she released the fish from the nets in her belly. They all broke into discreet universes. Now I only breathe through straws. This is what it means to wake up and survive.
It’s cooling me down just thinking about it.
Read: Youth is Wasted by Noah Van Sciver
The 15th Annual Gathering of the Juggalos is coming up, but instead of sweating it out in Thornville, Ohio trying to comprehend the enigma wrapped in magnetic fields that is Insane Clown Posse Fans, I’ll be reading Noah Van Sciver’s latest comic book collection which is almost all about down-on-their-luck dudes and the women they love. You know, the kind of guys who work at sub sandwich shops for the duration of their twenties and have more than one Insane Clown Posse tattoo, or who still live with their moms. Plus, there’s a five-page sequence of street punks shooting and stabbing dinosaurs to sate your inner-12-year-old. Yeah, Ninjas!