The Norwegians are a strange people. Far too many obsess over their believed racial superiority, death/satanic metal bands, rotten fish as food, and (the women at least) sexual fetishism of black men. Jason might not be in any of those camps, but he's strange none the less. His short comic of an anthropomorphized world—apparently filled with assassins—wherein a hit man is given a time machine and a target: Hitler. That this book has very little to do with Hitler and focus more on relationships shouldn’t have been a huge surprise. I liked it, I just can’t explain why.