I fell in love with Dave Kellet’s art and storytelling style with his strip Sheldon, a long long time ago when I had the time to read daily comics. I can remember when Drive launched.
But then life happened and I never got back to it.
This was a tactical error on my part.
Drive is a delicious mix of humor and heartbreak, a grandmotherly taking-no-crap human captain, two other humans that are in La Familia (the government) and all kinds of other aliens. The most important of the aliens are a Russian-accented Veeta the size of a rhino, and a tiny we-don’t-know-what named Skitter.
The thesis underpinning the story is that Skitter could conceivably save the human race and their empire by becoming pilots in their military. But there are mafias, planets full of dumb bullies, a parasitic-virus-based race spreading through the galaxy, a very very pissed-off group of aliens looking to regain stolen tech, and, well, space to deal with.
This book is the first act of the story. You will not want to read it without also getting your hands on the second act, which is now also available.
(Well, I mean, you could, but you’ll be like WHYYYYYY)
The art is fantastic, the storyline paced well for such a long arc, the switching of points-of-view to different places and times used to great effectiveness. The story is occasionally interrupted with important notes, historical elements, pages from an encyclopedia, and foreshadowing.
Oh the foreshadowing.
I inhaled this book in less than a day and as soon as I am done this review I’m starting Act 2.
This isn’t one you’re going to find on Amazon. Buy directly from the Drive store in hardback, paperback, or PDF.