The long awaited follow up to Abandoned Cars has arrived.  The Lonesome Go is a giant oversize volume packed with more carefully placed ink lines than any book this side of Black Hole.  Taking a hint from the Legend of Duluoz, St. Louis resident and Washington University lecturer, Tim Lane takes a turn down a Lost Highway  on a Savage Night, where A Good Man Is Hard to Find and a sprawling chaos of comics ensues, recorded employing a visual lexicon that is part Charles Biro and part Charles Burns and shines a light on those parts of the American psyche that are usually left festering in the dark, all in the service of creating an acutely observed and fully realized vision that will knock your socks off.  The work contained in this volume – some of which has previously seen the light of day in Lane's self-published series, Happy Hour in America, some in other various and sundry publications, and some here for the first time – is suffused with the spirit of the 20th century – "The American Century":  Train engines, boxcars, tracks, yards, switches, signals; warehouses, factories, back alley hotels, bars and nightclubs constructed of bricks, wood beams, iron and steel, all connected by heavily riveted bridges that are mystically immune to rust; hobos, psychos, the helpless, the hopeless; coffee, cigarettes, booze of all stripes; guns, knives, truncheons, lead pipes.  This volume is not for the faint of heart.  Truly Hollow Men haunt these pages, where sadism mixes with the violence of a nonchalant misanthropy which is even more frightening.  Adventure and risk are here, as well – as one would expect from the Great American Mythological Drama that Lane is crafting here.  Yes, all is delineated with grim, determined care, to ensure the reader doesn't miss a thing, but there is also poetry here, of a decidedly romantic bent, that evokes – to simultaneously celebrate and mourn – the America that is no more...