First and foremost, the craft itself is impeccable. Most of these 30's and 40's cartoonists (or cartoonist teams, when you count ghost creators) could seamlessly create entire worlds in which absolutely everything existed in their own flawless (and individual) style. Segar is no exception. Everything, from the throw rugs and lamp shades to the thugs' noses and beards, looks like it belongs in Popeye's world, and nowhere else. Throw on top of that a riveting storyline, and you've got funnybook (or funnystrip) gold. Gold!
Please note, by "riveting storyline," I'm not exactly talking about a Vonnegut narrative, but it's thrilling nonetheless. As an artifact of its literary time period, it ranks among the best. The scope and epic themes of the book blend the expansiveness of a Russian novel with the slapstick timing of a Marx Brothers routine. All in all, it's probably not something that would be appreciated by the novice comic enthusiast, but sooner or later, the genius cannot be avoided. All hail Segar!