Irons - Volume 1 - The Engineer (Irons #1) by Tristan Roulot & Luc Brahy

Meet Jack Irons. He's a cold son-of-a-bitch, but he's got a gift. He can look at a disaster—a fallen bridge, a collapsed skyscraper—and see everything: the physics, the material str

esses, the behind-the-scenes insight into how it all went wrong, claiming lives and property. Makes sense: he's a structural engineer. And when he applies his brilliant, analytical mind to crimefighting, then the truth will out. Because that's what he cares about. Not people. Not feelings. The truth. And the truth is about to turn a little Canadian fishing village upside down...

Format: ebook
Narrator: n/a
Performance: n/a
Story: 🌑🌑🌓

What would have been an interesting premise, as per blurb, was unfortunately delivered as blandly as Jack Irons' character. Normally, an apathetic psychopath is something I would go for in a story but like the rest of the characters, the MC left me cold.

The focus of the story was on a small town struggling to survive and the threat of a big company destroying their livelihood. A big shot city engineer among simple small town folks created nice conflict but I was expecting more physics and engineering stuff, and more action. Also, background info on Irons would have been useful but that is probably on the next volumes.

The comics per se wasn't bad. I didn't hate anything about it plus the cover looked so intriguing. It just that scenes that would have been fraught with tension and suspense lacked the punch. Everything was so blah I'm just thankful it was short.

P.S.

I received a copy of Irons Vol.1 - The Engineer from Europe Comics via Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.

SOUNDTRACK

Mood To Burn Bridges
Neko Case & Her Boyfriends
Furnace Room Lullaby

So many people who live in my town

They mind to my business they've none of their own

They're all so happy now that I've done wrong

I'm surprised they don't come up and thank me

So if you have moral advice

I suggest you just tuck it all away

'Cause my mood to burn bridges

Is not unlike my mood to dig ditches

Don't cross me on either a day, baby

Don't make mistakes or be human

They savor your every false move

And the fear that they hide, dams that will break

If ever confronted with truth

So if you have moral advice

I suggest you just tuck it all away

'Cause my mood to burn bridges

Is not unlike my mood to dig ditches

Don't cross me on either a day, baby

From the well of their hearts sprang a poison

That mixed with suspicion and reckless derision

At something they read on a church toilet stall

They thank God their lives are much better than mine

On the soapbox that ladders them tall

So if you have moral advice

I suggest you just tuck it all away

I said my mood to burn bridges, my mood to dig ditches

Don't you cross me on either a day

I say those arrows may find me

I hear you right behind me

Don't cross me on either a day