Highly recommended (although certainly not for everyone) this one is by graphic novel deity Warren Ellis, although it's not a graphic novel itself. Where has this guy been all my life? I obviously need to spend more time around the graphic novel genre, as this put a grin on my face that I couldn't chisel off for hours. I remember cackling, "He's covered heroin, the Fashion Channel, super rats, Enya and tantric sex with ostriches, and I'm only on page 12!" If I had to compare it to something, I'd say it's Raymond Chandler as interpreted by Hunter S. Thompson. Hilarious, and deliciously evil. Definitely not everyone's cup of tea, but some of you (and you know who you are) would LOVE it.

I was hooked from the first paragraph:

"I opened my eyes to see the rat taking a piss in my coffee mug. It was a huge brown bastard; had a body like a turd with legs and beady black eyes full of secret rat knowledge. Making a smug huffing sound, it threw itself from the table to the floor, and scuttled back into the hole in the wall where it had spent the last three months planning new ways to screw me around. I'd tried nailing wood over the gap in the wainscot, but it gnawed through it and spat the wet pieces into my shoes. After that, I spiked bait with warfarin, but the poison seemed to somehow cause it evolve and become a super-rat. I nailed it across the eyes once with a lucky shot with the butt of my gun, but it got up again and shat in my telephone."