Between must-do’s today I ventured over to my local comic shop “Big Brain”. I helped out some American-Indian on my way (I’ve heard it’s better to use that term than “native” from some VERY reliable sources), he picked me off the street to inquire to. I pointed him in the right dirrrection, hopefully. He couldn’t speak very good English; but that didn’t matter. I guess the word for “stop”, in whatever language he was speaking, is “teepo”. Seriously, all it takes is a little patience and time. Fuck- let people speak the way they want. I had a history teacher who was an expert with the history of the tribes of the Mid-West. Especially MN, the Dakotas, WI, etc. Their entire history is quite interesting. Enough beautifully visual folklore to last a complete Seven Ages. Ages? The “Black Elk” novels are beautiful in this manner. Even when translated over, the imagery, the legends, the hopefulness, is stunning; I can only imagine reading them in their original texts. What people don’t realize about these tribes (and the tribes of north/western Africa, but that’s another tangent. Possibly a tangent too many) is that yes- the wars happened- much like European history. But much more fills these histories, many times only VERBAL histories. These people, and the tribes of Africa, all have their own very specific social, ethical, moral codes of conduct. Sometimes they’re broken, sometimes they’re upheld. Is that so different from European/Far East/South American history? NO.
After my run-in with this man, I thought about getting “Scalped” at the comic shop. I read through a couple of them. I just couldn’t get into it. Maybe I’d have been able to if I started with #1. Either way, I didn’t get any of it. Although Jason Aaron’s a pretty damn good writer. I’ve been searching for a new fix for quite some time now. [Wow. I don't even know what this is, but it is GOOD. I need to go look at it quit. Ahhh: Sage Francis' "Hoofprints In The Sand"] I continually read 4 comic books right now. But two of them are ending. Astonishing X-Men and Thunderbolts. The other two, which aren’t about to end anytime soon, are Walking Dead and the self-titled Batman. I shopped around for a while. I picked up and read through LOTS of different shit. At one point I was going to get the newest Hellboy. But didn’t. Same with Dark Tower and Ultimate Human.
I did find a new book which, perfectly for me, just put out its first issue (at least of this run) last week. It’s called “Voodoo Child”, yeah what an awesome reference that is, and it’s pretty neat. I might have to put this into the regular pile. It was created by two brothers named Weston and Nicholas Cage (NO idea if this is Nick Cage the actor, but I doubt it). The new run is penned by Mike Carey, who is a good writer in his own way. It’s semi-horror-ish. Well- it depends a lot on where it goes from here. But the premise is more horror than sci-fi (either way I’m good). Just before the civil war broke out in the late 1800s, a Louisiana house full of abolitionists and Lincoln supporters was attacked by a group of slave-traders and Confederates. The group burned down the house and killed the entire family/group inside. A mother and her son ran away, and almost made it, until they got shot in the back deep in the woods. Before the attackers could find them, a Cajun Voodoo practitioner places a blessing on the son to live through the event. Flash forward to 2005 New Orleans, where the devastation of Katrina is still massive (it is still great today. That city still needs lots of our help). The boy is back. The art is georgeous. The covers are done by Ben Templesmith, who’s an amazing painter. Here’s the cover:
Doktor Sleepless: The Mortician Of Love. Lots of things are revealed in this issue, and it does a decent job at examining American Societal Paranoia. The implementation of massive under ground bunkers has always been one of the more bizarre nearly exclusive American endeavors. It is a bit of a conspiricy theory to insinuate that the Feds made a bunch of these for politicians and people of “importance”, and that those bunkers still exist. But it does seem plausible. The government has done dumber things than that. Apparently Mister Sleepless is acquiring these in order to CAUSE the catastrophe (with existing wide-scoped technology in order to deal with Fallout), not hide from it. There’s also a lovely little monologue about the nature of hate. In which Ellis makes the case that no one can ever truly hate if they’ve never loved. Love, and especially love lost, is the catalyst for hate. The trick is avoiding it.
All Star Superman #10. Don’t get me wrong. As I’ve stated before, I HATE Superman. I think he’s a schlocky character who is more influential than great. Once again, the two things can overlap, but they aren’t dependent on each other. Case in point: Andy Warhol and Elvis. I owe Superman, and Schuster, my gratitude because without both of them I wouldn’t have even gone to a comic shop today. But I still don’t like him. On the other hand, I do like Grant Morrison. A whole lot. This little run of 12 will go down as a BRILLIANT Superman run. In that the premise, the overall concept, is so simple but so cool. Big Blue is dying from a Solar Radiation overdose. His future self, along with his future-future-future selfs (I’m talking many millenniums from now), told him he’d complete 12 ultimate miracles before D. Death. Creating life, one of these 12, highlights this issue.
Criminal #2. Why the hell number 2 when Ed Brubaker is on something like 8. No idea. Blackness Dan, sheer blackness. This book won the Eisner Award this year for both Best Writer, and Best New Series. And it totally deserves it. This book’s a perfect example of why comic books can, and sometimes SHOULD, be for adults. Not only that, but this book stands knee, no… neck deep in Realism. There’re no tights, or super-powers, or zombies, or high-concepts (looking at you Grant). No. Just cocaine, guns, prostitution, domestic abuse/violence, murders, broken noses, needles, knives, sex, dirty public restrooms, more sex, dealings, debts, Vietnam veterans, robberies, and the like. Yeah- highly recommended.
Suspend your greatest wants for once; the water is getting deeper and deeper and deeper. If we weren’t our own Gods, it’d save us. But it won’t. So tighten up, and follow that by loosening up; because the end is right fucking nigh. You’d better either go along with the whole thing, or throw your arms up in crazy outrage. Only we can save us from ourselves.