Michael DeForge’s Strange, Tender Study of Sadness and Alienation
Lila Monroe
Written by Lila Monroe in From the Shelf Book Review Comics & Graphic Novel Creative

Michael DeForge’s Strange, Tender Study of Sadness and Alienation

If a comic could feel like a fever dream and a philosophical essay at the same time, it might look something like Holy Lacrimony, Michael DeForge’s latest graphic novel. Equal parts absurdist sci-fi and deeply personal rumination, the book follows Jackie — an emotionally melancholic musician who finds himself abducted by aliens only to be declared the “saddest person in the world.” What unfolds is a bizarre yet quietly poignant exploration of emotion, performance, and how we try to make meaning out of the parts of ourselves we don’t quite understand.

The premise alone is both strange and strangely fitting: aliens study Jackie’s sadness as if it’s a rare species to be catalogued, repeated, and finally performed. In DeForge’s hands this scenario never feels like pure satire — there’s a tenderness to Jackie’s emotional life that resists easy categorization. As the story progresses, the boundary between absurdity and earnest inquiry blurs. What does it mean to feel? To be studied? To be returned to a world where your most intimate experiences have been reduced to something observed and repeated?

DeForge’s art heightens this effect. On the alien ship, color bursts with eerie intensity and shapeshifting forms feel both surreal and strangely organic. On Earth, the world recedes into black and white, underlining Jackie’s emotional flatness after his return. Characters are both exaggerated and familiar — their thin, shifting bodies gesture toward something elemental about identity and vulnerability. It’s the kind of visual language that makes you reevaluate what cartooning can do: it’s not just storytelling through pictures, but feeling through them.

Click the cover and let the weirdness unfold

One of the most striking sequences comes after Jackie is beamed back home. Disoriented, he joins a support group for fellow “abductees,” each recounting tales that range from earnest to absurd. These moments don’t just comment on the strangeness of collective trauma; they reflect the way we build communities around shared experience, no matter how bizarre the origin. The narrative doesn’t resolve neatly, and that’s part of its strength: emotion, like memory, rarely does.

What makes Holy Lacrimony such a compelling read is how it uses outlandish premises to grapple with deeply human concerns. Sadness here isn’t a punchline or a mood — it’s material, something to be performed, dissected, shared, and ultimately understood as a fundamental part of identity. DeForge’s work can be strange, challenging, and disorienting, but beneath that strangeness there’s an empathetic core that keeps the book grounded.

This isn’t a comic that offers easy answers. It offers mirrors.

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