Crime meets horror in this collection of eight stories about Detective Richard Fell -- once a high-flying investigator in the big city, now exiled across the river/bay to a rotting urban wasteland called Snowtown. Imagine Brooklyn or Queens, sitting across the water from Manhattan, or Oakland sitting across the bay from San Francisco. Now imagine them without any daylight and barely any city services, with packs of wild dogs, and rampant with psychopaths. Fell is that lonely knight walking down the dark streets to try and maintain what little law and order there is, but even he is burdened with the secret of whatever misdeed saw him exiled to this forlorn outpost.
His saving grace is that he has a semi-supernatural ability to just look at a perp and figure out what's going on in their head and what the chain of events were that brought them to his attention. In each episode, he "solves" some kind of crime, even if his solution is mainly just picking up the peices as best he can. Running throughout is a friendship with a young woman who works in his local bar, the mystery of his fall from grace, a creepy person in a nun's habit and Nixon mask, and his strange boss, who is obsessed with the Necrinomicon.
Make no mistake, this is dark stuff, full of would-be rapists (sample line, "I'm gonna cut holes in you and bang 'em"), pedophiles, suicide bombers, and more. The artwork is pretty amazing stuff, perfectly in tune with the material. It's got a very streaky, smudgy feel to it, and the palatte is muted and grungy to an extreme. There's no daytime in Snowtown, just a kind of olive-green haze over everything. The people are realistic enough to buy into as characters, but sharp and jagged drawn in a way that emphasizes the raw nature of the setting. On the whole, a very unusual and interesting series I would love to see more of.