From Publishers Weekly
One of America's most prestigious writers of plays (Pulitzer Prize in 1984 for
Glengarry Glen Ross), screenplays, and novels turns his talents to lightweight whimsy in this series of slight, scribbly glimpses of an accidental superhero who thought he was stepping into a carnival photo booth, but actually was paying to be transformed into an ant half the time. This leads to
trials, not adventures. Among other episodes, Roderick uncontrollably becomes an ant when a friend invites him on a picnic, is forced to work as a comma when he can't assist the police, and is transformed into a mutant combination of ant and cow when his fiendish foe European Sourdough Rye laces his drink with bovine growth hormone. The series of misadventures is gently amusing, but it's hard to imagine anyone without Mamet's fame getting the book published—certainly not in hardcover and at this price.
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Playwright, film director, and novelist Mamet adds another star to his crown with what certainly looks like a kids’ picture book in format but is assigned the classification and cataloging of a graphic novel. If they like cracked whimsy, aficionados of the latter won’t scorn it. At a carnival, Roderick Spode reels drunkenly into the last attraction he can afford, which he may think is a photo booth but is actually a “transform yourself into an ant half the time” booth—a natural enough mistake, given that the two booths appear side by side. He first transforms when Betty invites him to a picnic. Soon, the police commissioner has a skylight signal for his services (which he doesn’t see because he’s already transformed), and he’s acquired a coats of arms; a sidekick, Cocky Cockroach; and two archfiend foes, Chaos the Turtle and European Sourdough Rye (a slice of bread). His adventures are of a piece with his origins: utterly silly. Hand-lettered and drawn as if Mamet were a poor man’s Roz Chast, satire gets no lighter-weight than this. --Ray Olson