I've only recently discovered Winston, by one Andrew Hart, but it's odd, affably schizophrenic take on family life has already wormed its way into my brittle, achy-breaky heart. It's hard to tell what's happening in this strip, at first -- the main characters seem to be an egg dressed in a prep-school uniform, a talking crow, a spindly old woman and something that looks like a Totoro ate H.R. Pufnstuf. After reading the strip for a while, it became clear that the egg is actually a boy, the skinny lady his mother, the monster a manifestation of the mother's depression and the talking crow, in fact, a real talking crow. Well, "clear" isn't exactly the word -- on certain days, I'm not convinced that any of the characters are real except for the mentally troubled mother. But that extra level of sinister instability only makes the daffy sweetness of this strip all the more surprising and effective -- as unbalanced as these creatures seem, they appear to have found a poise and balance with each other, and have somehow carved out a safe place in the benignly neglectful world. It's like Charlie Brown moved in with the Addams Family, and for reasons of his own, decided to stick around.
Winston is an usual little boy who is very bright and has a unique slant on life. He lives at home with his mother and Gloom, the manifestation of her depression. Kingsley is Winton’s pet crow, and the voice of optimism and encouragement. He helps to balance things out as young Winston tries to navigate his way in the world.