If you haven't read either of Graham Roumieu's brilliant graphic novels based on the life of Bigfoot then you're seriously
depraved deprived. But if you've read either Bigfoot: I not Dead, or Me Write Book then you're already up to date on Bigfoot's comeback from his days as a mythological creature notorious for his inaccessibility.
During the 70s it seemed like Bigfoot's absence was, well, everywhere. And then slowly people just stopped trying to find him. Finally a few years back, Bigfoot broke the silence ("Don't think I not notice you not noticing me") and began to fill us in on the lost days hanging out with Andrew Dice Clay, the 'roid phase in Japan, and the audition lost to Snuffleupagus. We learned of the pain of garbage eating addiction and felt the poignancy of leaving slaughtered animals as Valentine's day gifts. We learned that Bernard the Beaver is an Al Qaeda sleeper agent and Danny the Eastern Gray Squirrel is a fuckwit.
But it's been a whole year since the last book. Fans have been feeling
deprived depraved. Good news! Bigfoot's on Twitter.
I found this out yesterday when I interviewed Roumieu, who'll be launching his latest book Cat & Gnome in Montreal in a couple of weeks. And when I got there I found all kinds of real time updates like: Don't remember swallow lawn flamingo but sure happy it out of system. Helpful info: Bigfoot scab now come in cool ranch flavor. And this smokin' hot love letter. Not to me, but I can still dream!