Alka Seltzer and Angina Pectoris have all the luck — bad, that is. They've been ejected into the street because their apartment was put to sleep, Angina had to abort their child (the result of a malfunctioning Safe-Sex bodysuit) — how could it get worse? When a friendly stranger offers them his apartment, things seem to be looking up... but then Angina gets a call from the Netherworld. It's her aborted fetus: he's drunk and he's pissed off. So begins Pixy, which Neil Gaiman calls "the best comic I've read this year" — a 65-page journey into a nightmare world unlike any you've ever seen before. The rest of the book follows Alka's attempts to infiltrate the Kingdom of the Dead (where time runs backwards and is sold by the pint to time-addicts), in order to track down the malevolent Pixy and kill him for good. Shedding bodies and identities with some regularity (Pixy himself blows one to smithereens), Alka finds his own sense of reality eroding further and further during his sojourn down under — and it doesn't help at all when Pixy, now his best friend, accompanies him back up to the Land of the Living, where the gun-happy undead sprite wreaks unspeakable havoc. Pixy is the first major work by Swedish cartoonist Max Andersson, and it combines the freewheeling-yet-obsessive graphic and narrative weirdness of such contemporary North American cartoonists as Chester Brown, Julie Doucet, Kaz and Charles Burns with a bizarre yet coherent story that mixes coal black humor, barbed satire, wild surrealism, and stark horror in a totally new way — a feast for the (preferably deranged) mind and the (preferably diseased) eye.
"That Pixy put me in mind of Chester Brown's Ed the Happy Clown, Jules Feiffer's Tantrum, and David Lynch's Eraserhead is a testament to its quality: it's a unique and original work of power and utter weirdness. Pixy takes us somewhere horrible and delirious and new; it's the best comic I've read this year." – Neil Gaiman
"So you think it's a cold, creepy world out there, huh? Hah! Just wait'll you get a load of Max Andersson's Pixy... safe sex suits, buildings that eat people, drunken fetuses with bazookas, money that shits on you, recyclable bodies... Hey, wait a minute, that's not creepy, that's fun. My kind of fun." – Charles Burns