Page 45 Review by Stephen
Deliriously conjured and deliciously executed with such evident relish for every aspect - every oblique angle - of what could possibly occur both along the figurative way and alongside the physical track, EIGHT-LANE RUNAWAYS by Henry McCausland is such enormous fun from firing gun to finishing line.
Eight individuals with eight different goals, motives and, err, occupational hazards gradually converge on a running track. This is what happens.
Action, distraction, detour and divergence. Everyone else is having a blast as well: McCausland has populated the plains, woods, rivers and lakes with all manner of hobbyists, many of whose antics had me chuckling heartlily.
With an energising, limb-stretching sense of space, this is what happens when a comics creator relaxes into their story and relishes every opportinity to embelish.
The publisher says:
"Eight-Lane Runaways is unlike any graphic novel you've ever read. It is a fantastical world of endless tracks where one runner relies on her poncho to give her direction, another deals with a suddenly missing appendage. There's also algebra dogs, a juice institute, and a helping network that consists of miles of string that proves that no matter how far apart, the friends you can rely on are the ones you met while pacing life's twisty-turny trails."
