The monsters in Merced Mayer’s One Monster After Another are not scary. Even so, Mayer touches upon that tender nerve also tickled by shadows in the dark: what lurks just outside of the scope of our eyes? I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: couple the slightly dark or scary with the fanciful and fun and you get a balance that feels frivolous yet true to life. What happens to our world when we are not looking? It’s the very root of imagination. Continue reading →