The Gigantic Beard That WasEvil by Stephen Collins review

June 2022 · 3 minute read
Observer/Faber graphic short story prizeComics and graphic novelsReviewA man's beard troubles the authorities in the excellent first book by Stephen Collins, a former winner of the Cape/Observer graphic prize

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Who could resist a book with the title The Gigantic Beard That Was Evil? Not me. And here's hoping that beard‑lovers (or, more likely, beard-phobics) everywhere feel the same, for Stephen Collins, who won the Observer/Cape/Comica Graphic short story prize in 2010, deserves his first book to be a huge hit. Clever, funny and beautiful to look at, the last time I came across facial hair this compelling, it was attached to the chin of Roald Dahl's Mr Twit, a character whose creator would undoubtedly have loved The Gigantic Beard That Was Evil – and whose influence, unless I'm much mistaken, may be felt on its every page.

Dave, a bald fellow with just one very stubborn hair on his face, lives on the island of Here, an excessively tidy kind of a place where beards (or any kind of facial hair) are nonexistent. He has a boring office job whose precise purpose he doesn't really understand, and spends his free time sketching his street and listening to the Bangles' Eternal Flame over and over again. Then, one day, something strange happens. Dave feels a "roaring black fire climbing up through his face", and suddenly his beard is born.

It is, however, no ordinary beard. Anarchic and untameable, it comes from a place far beyond tidiness. He could trim it all night, and still it would be there in the morning: lustrous as a mammoth's coat, impenetrable as a privet hedge. In the end, he has no choice but to submit to its mighty power. One minute, he looks like Rasputin, the next he has a pelt that would dwarf the Black Forest attached to his chin. Outside his window, the tourist hordes gather, eager to catch sight of this terrifying spectacle – though they soon scatter once it begins pushing its way through the front door of Dave's semi.

For the authorities on Here, this is alarming. What is to be done? The police and even the army having been defeated by the beard, the island's hairdressers are marshalled; scaffolding is erected around it, on which they may balance, scissors and mousse in hand. Meanwhile, there falls upon Here a fit of untidiness, its inhabitants experimenting first with their own hairstyles and then with their clothes, their gardens and their dogs. Parks that were previously manicured now sprout the odd weed; poodles whose coats were expertly trimmed now sport an altogether shaggier look. As the government's anxiety grows, it begins to think the unthinkable. Perhaps the only way to get rid of Dave's beard is to get rid of Dave himself...

A fairytale for adults that children will also adore, The Gigantic Beard That Was Evil is surely destined to become a classic (Raymond Briggs has already called it "an amazing book"). Collins works in soft pencil, and you would not believe the life in his shades of grey. But in this instance, his draughtsmanship is particularly intoxicating. After all, who among us doesn't have hair worries? For my own part, no sooner had I put the book down than I reached for my tweezers. The chin patrol that followed was carried out with all the ruthlessness of a North Korean border guard.

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