Mahler has rendered a thick-lined and intentionally slapdash version of a part of the novel that’s filtered through the lens of Mutt & Jeff but looks and reads decidedly more like Krazy Kat. I’m tempted to call that genius, even if it’s just, at the end of the day, a fairly basic conceit played for all its worth and then some — and in that respect, it’s unquestionably a fitting heir to Joyce. It also means this mini transcends irony by being entirely and overtly apropos.

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