Hey Fiffe: I think you capture the unwholesomeness – and infinitude – of a sleepless night really well and in only a few screens. It’s a collective feeling, too. You kind of experience everyone’s anxiety and despair.
Never lived on Wyckoff, but I’ve certainly had similar nights in other neighborhoods.
Wow. Although I think I’ve seen this before, maybe it was just thumbnails or pencils, I feel like I hadn’t seen it completed until now, it looks very different from how I remember it, and I think I’d remember more clearly considering this is now one of my favorite comics by you. I love the experimental, very poetic stream of images and words, it feels very much like some kind of rambling by some worn out beat poet who’s just sick of everything, yet somehow finds a way to turn that filth into something beautifully sad, I don’t know. Love everything about it. ai, que liiiiindo.
Thanks, guys! Although many other nights were anxiety ridden, this was always a stand out. I can almost write books about that place alone, but I’ve already made a few attempts to document some other Wyckoff St. highlights:
I wasn’t going to read this because I read it already back when you first did it. But after the first screen, I was sucked into it and read the whole thing again like it was brand new.
this seemed like such an artistic jump for you at the time. it’s great to see now how seamlessly you’ve integrated these new successful elements into all of your work that has followed. i LOVE the extra cartoonishness you use to portray the more sinister parts of the story. it really commands attention, without bringing in any unnecessary melodrama. beautiful, beautiful work!
this almost makes me nostalgic for that place. almost.
[...] I used to live in a really crappy apartment on Wyckoff Street, Brooklyn, right?. Well, it was pretty nice at first but it slowly turned into this weird, seedy pseudo-crack den run by my super. As part of Smith Magazine’s “Next Door Neighbor” comics project, I made a short comic about my basic experience in that dump. Equal parts nostalgia and disgust, you might dig “WYCKOFF”. [...]
I need to to thank you for this fantastic read!! I definitely loved every little bit of it. I have got you saved as a favorite to check out new stuff you post…
Poetry - of words and images. Excellent piece, Mike. Wyckoff sounds like a nice place to visit, but I wouldn’t wanna live there
Yes - excellent as always. Great mood of impending doom.
“Nihilism Keeps Me Awake” should be the name of your autobiography.
As Sartre said “There’s no need for red-hot pokers. Hell is … other people!”
I like the raggedy line, the fragmenting edges and the way that your character doesn’t ask for sympathy. Your characters never do.
Hey Fiffe: I think you capture the unwholesomeness – and infinitude – of a sleepless night really well and in only a few screens. It’s a collective feeling, too. You kind of experience everyone’s anxiety and despair.
Never lived on Wyckoff, but I’ve certainly had similar nights in other neighborhoods.
molto bene! And thanks for sharing the link!
yes… I want the mouse-pet back too
… Very nice work 
Wow. Although I think I’ve seen this before, maybe it was just thumbnails or pencils, I feel like I hadn’t seen it completed until now, it looks very different from how I remember it, and I think I’d remember more clearly considering this is now one of my favorite comics by you. I love the experimental, very poetic stream of images and words, it feels very much like some kind of rambling by some worn out beat poet who’s just sick of everything, yet somehow finds a way to turn that filth into something beautifully sad, I don’t know. Love everything about it. ai, que liiiiindo.
Mike
What a night of horror. Don’t spend too many like that! Love the pencil work. Mazel tov!
Great work as always, Mr Fiffe !
Love it, love it, love it…
Thanks, guys! Although many other nights were anxiety ridden, this was always a stand out. I can almost write books about that place alone, but I’ve already made a few attempts to document some other Wyckoff St. highlights:
“Super vs Landlord”: http://act-i-vate.com/37-1-3.comic
“My Super”: http://act-i-vate.com/37-1-10.comic
So great. Do your comics come intravenously? Maybe it’s a good idea.
I wasn’t going to read this because I read it already back when you first did it. But after the first screen, I was sucked into it and read the whole thing again like it was brand new.
I think I’ll read it every Christmas from now on.
It has a heart warming coldness to it.
Thumbs up.
this seemed like such an artistic jump for you at the time. it’s great to see now how seamlessly you’ve integrated these new successful elements into all of your work that has followed. i LOVE the extra cartoonishness you use to portray the more sinister parts of the story. it really commands attention, without bringing in any unnecessary melodrama. beautiful, beautiful work!
this almost makes me nostalgic for that place. almost.
That first screen is a doozy. I hate it when the mouse gets it!
Very well done, darling. xoxo
g’dammm. that’s one tight real/surreal toenibblish tale! I don’t know if my soul could recover so easy from such a nibble. heebiejeebies!
[...] 6th, 2008Author Chris Mautner Michael Fiffe tells a tale of bad next-door neighbors over at Smith. [...]
yo bups!! i remember that apt. and the trumpet player. i love this one. its familar and funny and great. miss you.
[...] I used to live in a really crappy apartment on Wyckoff Street, Brooklyn, right?. Well, it was pretty nice at first but it slowly turned into this weird, seedy pseudo-crack den run by my super. As part of Smith Magazine’s “Next Door Neighbor” comics project, I made a short comic about my basic experience in that dump. Equal parts nostalgia and disgust, you might dig “WYCKOFF”. [...]
I know more I would like to thank the guys that have it.
I need to to thank you for this fantastic read!! I definitely loved every little bit of it. I have got you saved as a favorite to check out new stuff you post…