More typically spelt "fossa", this shy Malagasy carnivore is symptomatic of what's best and worst about Etteth's second book. The exotic touches—unorthodox love bonds, weird murder tactics, dangerous leopard-sized pet—make it almost worth reading. But just as the fossa, a relative of the mongoose, is inaccurately referred to as a "cat" throughout, there's a looseness with words and ideas that blunts the edge of reality. It is easy to suspect that the cartoonist is only playing with his readers, using caricatures instead of characters, and lurid stage sets instead of a plot.
A pity. Etteth's eye for macabre detail and alternative lifestyles could have made this a juicy read.
