The final volume of Popeye ends bittersweetly with the final works of EC Segar before his untimely death from leukemia. It underscores what I’ve felt through most of the volumes, and that is that he’s at his best doing one page jokes for the Sunday section in color. Fortunately the majority of this book consists of his Sunday funnies work, and it’s absolutely excellent.
Outside of the awesomeness of Wimpy and The Jeep there’s a lot of attention paid to Popeye’s adopted brute of a protector, the magnificent Toar, who talks and acts a lot like Tor Johnson. Always meaning well, he manages to tear shit up in his efforts to help Popeye, date Olive Oyl(!) and help Swee’Pea play with his friends.
I also liked the tiny running series “Sappo”, where Segar writes out a name and then draws a face or body out of the letters, a true testament to this endlessly entertaining and creative man.