Jeff Lemire’s The Nobody is a pretty excellent “Drifter comes to town and bad things happen tale.” The fact that he’s wrapped in bandages makes it just that much odder and gives the 16-year-old narrator a good hook to get into the story. If you hear “wrapped in bandages” and you’re thinking mummy, well, that’s what he looks like but it’s the other classic sf reference going on here. More importantly, the book’s about blending in or fading away. The art’s black and white with pale blue washes and is good, kind of reminiscent of Blankets but a bit less flowy. The dialogue is excellent. The main characters aren’t tremendously talkative but nothing really clunks. I liked it.