New Gotham Calling Manifesto

With over eight decades of material to delve into, the world of Batman comics is a gift that keeps on giving. From vampire film stars to old-school cops putting up with costumed crooks, from idiosyncratic creators to interesting artistic choices, from standalone tales that merit careful reading to large-scale quasi-post-apocalyptic crossovers, I’ll never get tired of the exciting, entertaining, and sometimes utterly baffling directions this giant meta-narrative has taken over time…

Still, after five years and almost 300 posts, I guess it’s time for an overhaul. As much fun as I’ve had exploring the corners of Gotham City and as much as I wish to continue doing it, this has become a limited take on my reading interests. So, from now on, Gotham Calling will no longer be a blog primarily about Batman comics, but a blog about comics in general.

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Well, ‘in general’ may be misleading, as the blog is bound to continue focusing essentially on genre stuff, particularly the kind of genres closer to Batman comics (two-fisted adventure, gothic horror, noirish mystery, superheroes).

There are many great works out there that fall outside this scope and I’ll fight to the death for the right of comics to be considered a medium rather than a genre – and a medium with the potential to tell powerful and nuanced stories (Rutu Modan’s The Property, Kathryn and Stuart Immonen’s Moving Pictures, David Mazzucchelli’s Asterios Polyp), to engage with mature, complex topics (Marjane Satrapi’s Chicken with Plums, Nick Drnaso’s Sabrina, Sam Kieth’s Four Women), to enable transcendent formal experiments (Richard McGuire’s Here, Max’s Rey Carbón, Chris Ware’s Building Stories), and to produce original, expressive non-fiction (Mana Neyestani’s An Iranian Metamorphosis, Edward Ross’ Filmish, Joe Sacco’s Footnotes in Gaza) at that. Still, I’ll let other voices scrutinize all those brilliant books. I have more fun digging through the trash of pop culture, looking for political subtext and artistic interest in works where they are not so apparent… or where they take a particularly eccentric form.

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In fact, the Caped Crusader and his supporting cast will probably never be too far away. Basically this will stop being a blog about Batman comics that often delves into other books and it will become a blog about all sorts of books that often delves into Batman comics – I’m guessing they’ll pop up around once a month, as I’ll continue to expand the sections ‘THE WRITERS OF BATMAN COMICS’ (Ty Templeton and Chuck Dixon are long overdue), ‘BATMAN COMICS FOR BEGINNERS’ (perhaps a post on trade collections about the extended Bat-family), ‘THE POLITICS OF BATMAN COMICS’ (depictions of religion and sexuality deserve closer attention), ‘GOTHAM CITIZENS’ (at the very least Spoiler and Condiment King), ‘THE ART OF BATMAN COMICS’ (Norm Breyfogle! J.H. Williams III!), ‘THE COVERS OF BATMAN COMICS’ (now a separate section, since covers are such a specific art form), and ‘WEBS OF FICTION’ (so many Elseworlds to explore…).

Yet I hope to branch out deeper into other territory – I want to write about Daredevil and She-Hulk, about Eurocomics and the Doom Patrol, about the role of cruelty in Will Eisner’s Dropsie Avenue and the depiction of madness in Shade, the Changing Man. Expect to find new sections such as ‘THE WRITERS OF SUPERMAN COMICS,’ ‘X-MEN COMICS FOR BEGINNERS,’ ‘THE POLITICS OF HELLBLAZER,’ ‘CITIZENS OF THE WILDSTORM UNIVERSE,’ and ‘THE ART OF DC HORROR COMICS.’ I want ‘WEBS OF FICTION’ to encompass various kinds of intertextual games, even when they don’t involve the Dark Knight.

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I’m also rearranging the ‘BEYOND BATMAN COMICS’ section and distributing those posts across new thematic lines. ‘FANTASTIC ADVENTURES’ will spotlight pulpy books with outlandish premises, such as sword & sorcery epics, science fiction, horror tales, and all sorts of schlocky escapism. This is where you’ll find the supernatural stuff, including over-the-top concepts like evil mutant dinosaurs or alien war zombies, as well as whatever fever dreams have popped out of the effervescent minds of Pat Mills, Peter Milligan, and Warren Ellis.

From the globetrotting slapstick of Spirou and Fantasio to the satirical cyberpunk dystopias of 2000 AD, from the nasty anthologies published by EC in the 1950s to Marvel’s more adult-oriented black & white magazines from the 1970s, not to mention the creative revolution spearheaded by editor Karen Berger in the late ‘80s / early ‘90s (which culminated in the Vertigo imprint), some of it is bound to be more lighthearted (including all-ages comics) and some of it much darker and occasionally offensive (evoking the ‘guilty pleasure’ feel of movies like the The Road Warrior or Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom). Among the surreal creatures, buoyant swashbucklers, time-traveling paradoxes, dimension-hopping fantasy, and all-around explosive mayhem, the idea is to celebrate the goofy weirdness and mindboggling imagination that can be found even in the most formulaic series.

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‘HARDBOILED CRIME’ will focus on (comparatively) more grounded material, including gritty thrillers, detective stories, vigilante-themed exploitation, and anything that emulates film noir. I often gravitate towards this type of stuff, perhaps because the illusion of safely – and temporarily – accessing the kind of environments (criminal underworld), characters (testosterone-fueled bastards), and situations (deadly violence) I find so unappealing in real life provides some sort of perverse catharsis to all those lingering impulses. It’s also a sensory thing: bloody fisticuffs, smoking guns, dirty sidewalks, and sexy silhouettes are the perfect raw material for visually compelling narratives. Indeed, they’re perfectly suited for the language of comics, to the point that the graphic novels from the series Sin City, Parker, and Tyler Cross clearly belong in the pantheon of the most hardcore explorations of noir in any medium.

That said, besides retro-stylized works, I’ll try to tap into different branches of crime fiction, especially indie comics with a hip attitude by the likes of David Lapham, Rich Tommaso, and Anya Davidson. I’ll also continue to look into street-level action books set within superhero universes and even westerns when I feel like it.

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‘SPYCRAFT & WARFARE’ is the spy fiction section. It is bound to have some overlap with the previous two, but with espionage and foreign intrigue occupying a more central position. The focus may seem narrower, but this is a fascinating narrative line with a large set of specific tropes I’d like to explore more thoroughly. There is so much about spy tales that can be fun to discuss… Toby Miller really nailed it in his thought-provoking book Spyscreen when he argued that this is a genre whose appeal can be seen as lying ‘in the romance of citizenship: readers and viewers test and enjoy limit cases presented by the comparative anarchy of international relations, where loyalty, patriotism, and even the mundanity of public employment, are suddenly reforged as plays with death and doom.’

My taste in spy fiction is relatively broad, accommodating different traditions. Many critics and fans make a rigid distinction between the more action-driven, escapist approach to the genre and a more low-key, sophisticated one, the two extremes embodied, respectively, by the James Bond franchise and John le Carré’s novels. For me, though, the division is not so straightforward. After all, even the escapist show Mission: Impossible had episodes like ‘Live Bait’ and ‘The Mind of Stefan Miklos,’ which anticipated the kind of cerebral confrontations George Smiley would have with Karla in the works of le Carré, and even the initially low-key Harry Palmer films, for all their drab, naturalistic mood and ‘working man’ protagonist, culminated in an over-the-top climax (in Billion Dollar Brain) that wouldn’t look out of place on a Bond movie. (Hell, my favorite understated, pseudo-realistic spy show airing at the moment, Counterpart, actually has a sci-fi premise at the core.)

With that in mind, there’s actually quite a lot of material to dig into, especially once you begin to tackle the unstoppable deluge of Cold War throwbacks and 007 spoofs. Plus, this section will also embrace straight-up war stories, including men-on-a-mission yarns (which are a sort of cousin to spy thrillers).

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You get no points for guessing the theme of the ‘SUPER POWERS’ section, as it’ll delve into the purest of comic book genres. For starters, expect more posts on accessible, continuity-light superhero series and R-rated revisionist works, but I’m also interested in how incredibly intricate and self-referential mainstream stories have become over the years, so I’ll be writing about that as well.

In retrospect, you can see how the superhero boom sprung, not just from the power fantasies of immigrant kids coming to terms with the Great Deppression and European fascism, but from various strains of late 1930s’ / early 1940s’ visual culture, from Technicolor fantasy sagas like Victor Fleming’s The Wizard of Oz and Alexander Korda’s The Thief of Bagdad to the rip-roaring exploits of outlaws fighting social injustice in the likes of Michael Curtiz’s The Adventures of Robin Hood and Rouben Mamoulian’s The Mark of Zorro. Still, probably nobody at the time expected a high concept as childish as Superman to generate so many lasting, successful variations, with a whole industry managing to keep this admittedly silly archetype enduringly relevant and captivating. Muscular embodiments of the United States have been pitted against hordes of Nazis, commies, sinister doppelgangers, orientalist stereotypes, and all sorts of enemies du jour. There have been countless kid sidekicks, super-pets, secret identities, nuclear origin stories, deliriously illustrated slugfests, masked fetishism, inventive powers, confusing reboots, derivative plots, proto-fascist subtext, and a history of somewhat awkward attempts to deal with diversity (going back to the first female lead, the very strange Fantomah, Mystery Woman of the Jungle, according to Jon Morris’ informative The League of Regrettable Superheroes).

Playboy millionaires in fictitious cities gave way to the class-conscious Spider-Man franchise, with its obvious puberty metaphor and its quintessential connection to NYC’s architecture and lively melting pot. (It’s no wonder Spidey has had more cool film versions than any other superhero, whether it’s Sam Raimi’s charmingly retro, soap operatic, and slightly hysterical trilogy or Jon Watt’s thrilling – and self-reflexive – millennial comedies, not to mention the trippy geekgasm that is Into the Spider-Verse.) Creators like Steve Gerber, Rick Veitch, and Joe Casey have reinterpreted the genre in offbeat and provocative ways. The postmodern edge of Alan Moore’s and Frank Miller’s dark deconstructionism in the 1980s mutated into the turn-of-the-millennium’s widescreen superheroics (The Authority, JLA) and more colorful reconstructionism (Astro City, America’s Best Comics). Who knows what’s coming next?

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Not all sections will be defined by genre. ‘GLIMPSES INTO AWESOMENESS’ will be more art-centric, highlighting neat covers or intriguing splash pages and letting you bask in their glory without much in-depth discussion. While many of the other posts will seek to draw attention to how deceptively clever some works can be, this section will focus on a more visceral kind of appeal, which – let’s face it – is also a big part of this medium’s power (writers like Fabien Nury and Fred Van Lente know just how to punctuate their narratives with striking moments, just as artists like Joëlle Jones, Sophie Campbell, and Frazer Irving excel at crafting awesome-looking panels that you can stare at for ages).

Because sometimes I feel like writing thousands of words about a comic book, but other times I just want to share gorgeous, context-free images with bizarre creatures or clown Vikings and leave the rest up to your imagination…

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Finally, there will continue to be occasional ventures into prose novels, movies, and television, usually – but not necessarily – with some tangential relation to comics. Again, you can count on more junk than highbrow art, privileging cult works over the mainstream canon, although these distinctions are sometimes blurry and, ultimately, absurd. After all, we now live in an era where you can regularly watch shows with cool ninja fights mixed with intelligent writing (like in Daredevil or Westworld).

More than ever before, audiovisual fiction seems to be taking its cues from comic books. Not only have interconnected superhero sagas become a dominant blockbuster genre, but so many smaller comics are being adapted to the screen that I’ve completely lost track. You might think a film buff/comic geek like me would be all over this, yet I’m actually growing increasingly frustrated… As much as I love it when these two media draw on each other for inspiration, I prefer it when that inspiration is channelled towards fresh material. When it comes to direct adaptations of existing characters and concepts, I often feel like I’m getting less instead of more. So, my main focus won’t be to scrutinize live-action versions of comics – in line with the spirit of the remaining sections, I’m bound to be more interested in older works with fantastic elements, criminals, spies, and/or superheroes, including the same *type* of exhilarating narratives and memorable imagery that adorn my favorite books. And since they fit into the genres discussed elsewhere, I’m also redistributing the posts from ‘BEYOND BATMAN FILMS’ across the blog.

All in all, I hope you’ve enjoyed the past five years. It only gets better from now on!

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Yep, it’s another 50 kicks in the head

Yesterday was Gotham Calling’s fifth anniversary. I tend to celebrate these by paying tribute to Batman’s longstanding tradition of noisily kicking his opponents in the head (and mostly having a pretty good time doing it), a tradition that often involves artists and letterers going overboard with wild acrobatics and sound effects.

This year is no exception:

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Alternative Batmen

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The Dark Knight and his supporting cast have become so deeply familiar to comic book readers – and to consumers of pop culture in general – that sometimes the mere gesture of recontextualizing their imagery is enough to generate an appealing set-up.

For example, it’s fun to speculate how Batman’s saga would’ve turned out if Bruce Wayne had been inspired by something other than a bat flying through his window…

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Besides the official Imaginary Stories and the various impersonators who have shown up in Batman comics throughout the years, there have also been plenty of fascinating takes on this icon beyond the DCU. Every superhero universe tends to have at least one thinly-veiled version of Batman, reimagining the Caped Crusader in a form that is recognizable yet sufficiently different to avoid a lawsuit. At their best, these characters rework the concept in entertaining ways, so that they don’t necessarily come across as knock-offs so much as an effective strategy to establish their franchise’s tone through its approach to this specific archetype. You can even argue that comics such as Irredeemable #18, Big Bang Comics (v2) #24, or Ultimate Adventures #1-6 are among the most interesting Batman Elseworlds in recent decades.

With that in mind, this week I want to discuss a couple of particularly engaging alternative versions of Batman.

THE CONFESSOR

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It’s been almost 25 years since the first issue of Astro City hit the stands and it continues to be one of the most enjoyable superhero series out there. Writer Kurt Busiek and artists Alex Ross and Brent Anderson have created a fully-developed metropolis populated by variations of all the DC and Marvel characters, where they’ve been telling clever stories imbued with mature emotions. Referring to the series’ intricate detail, grounded artwork, compelling characterization, and poignant themes, I once described Astro City as ‘the brightest equivalent of Watchmen’ and I stand by it!

Most of the early issues were loosely connected standalone tales about different superheroes. The second multi-part arc, ‘Confession’ (Astro City (v2) #4-9), established the series’ version of Batman, i.e. a terrifying vigilante called The Confessor. As usual, the story can be read without any background, although those who have read previous issues will find payoffs for subtle, earlier threads (‘Safeguards’ brilliantly introduced the gothic neighborhood of Shadow Hill; ‘Reconnaissance’ did the same for the comedic hero Crackerjack, who plays a key role in ‘Confession’). Likewise, those familiar with the history of Batman comics will appreciate Easter Eggs like the fact that an ersatz-Robin goes to school at Robinson Prep (presumably named after Jerry Robinson, co-creator of the Boy Wonder), lives in a dorm at Sprang House, and hangs out at a pizza joint called Mooney’s (Dick Sprang and Jim Mooney being renowned artists of the Caped Crusader’s Golden Age adventures).

‘Confession’ is told from the perspective of a teenager who arrives at the series’ titular city and soon becomes the Confessor’s sidekick, adopting the identity of Altar Boy. True to the Dynamic Duo’s traditional relationship, the Confessor is all about tough love, sternly training his young partner while expecting him to figure out most things for himself. Gradually, though, the characters gain a rich inner life, growing into more than mere stand-ins for the originals. In part, this is helped by Alex Ross’ striking designs: both the Confessor’s ninja-priest look and Altar Boy’s combination of choirboy’s robe with Musketeer’s surplice are inspired choices (make sure to check out the early sketches at the end of the collected edition!).

Having developed his deductive abilities, halfway through the story our protagonist realizes the biggest twist of this reinterpretation of Batman, which I will now proceed to spoil:

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In How to Read Superheroes and Why, Geoff Klock convincingly argues that this approach to Batman’s abilities (his strength, speed, theatrical use of shadows and nocturnal darkness…) evokes Frank Miller’s grim, monstrous iteration of the character – in The Dark Knight Returns and Batman: Year One – by literally making him a monster.

On top of this metafictional layer – and along with the series’ typical interrogations over the meaning of heroism in general – ‘Confession’ spins an exciting, superbly crafted yarn that seamlessly balances multiple subplots and a diverse cast while raising the stakes until an out-of-this-world climax. We also get an amusing epilogue in which Altar Boy takes over the mantle of the Confessor, leading up to a closing sequence that definitely feels like a riff on DKR – not just because of the terse tone of the first-person narration, but because of the build-up to a final splash where a larger-than-life dark crimefighter seems to be having a hell of a time

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Geoff Klock has a nice take on this ending, framing it as part of Kurt Busiek’s wider reconstructionist agenda (i.e. re-infusing the superhero genre with a more uplifting vibe): ‘Like Busiek’s retirement of Sheldon in Marvels after transferring to him the cynicism of Watchmen, Astro City transfers the power of Miller’s Batman to the vessel of the Confessor and kills him to curtail the power of Miller’s text, making room for its own conception.’ As Klock points out, the human, non-monstrous Altar Boy – an orphan obsessed with his deceased father, called Thomas – is ultimately not a successor, but the Batman: ‘His taking on the persona of the Confessor is in its lighter tone a reestablishing of a more original vision.’ Thus, ‘Busiek returns a rejuvenated Batman to the reader.’ That is the version of the Caped Crusader that shows up in subsequent Astro City adventures, playing a particularly prominent role in the ‘Victory’ storyline.

(By the way, another reason to get the collected edition of ‘Confession’ is that it includes the beautiful bonus story ‘The Nearness of You,’ about a man who lost the love of his life to a Crisis-style retcon.)

NINJAK

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Going in a very different direction: what if Batman was both closer to James Bond *and* a sci-fi ninja assassin? What if, as a kid, Bruce Wayne had watched bloody samurai flicks rather than Zorro and had been regularly beaten up by Alfred? What if he had grown up to have many of the same skills as the Dark Knight yet much less respect for human life and ended up working for MI6?

Valiant’s version of Batman, Ninjak (who also goes by the more mundane name of Colin King), is a shameless mash-up of archetypes. In the right hands, though, not only does the coolness of the originals slip through, but there’s also a whole new world of awesomeness to be explored via this genius-mercenary-turned-secret-agent and his extensive ultra-technological bag of tricks (adhesive overwatch mini-cameras, battery-powered joint strengtheners, bionic super-charged exo-skeleton, high-speed wrist-activated poison dispersal needles, etc). Like the Dark Knight, at his best Ninjak is a perfect vehicle for larger-than-life bravado and visually striking stunts:

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My favorite take on Ninjak is the rebooted version that showed up in 2012’s relaunch of the Valiant Universe, initially on the pages of X-O Manowar and later in all sorts of titles, especially in series and crossovers written by Matt Kindt (Unity, Divinity, The Valiant). Kindt, who really tapped into the character’s potential (Unity #11 shows him at his most outrageous), went on to pen a Ninjak ongoing, telling an action-packed super-spy/martial arts saga with adversaries that range from a sexy killer with psychokinetic hair to a master thief whose M.O. was to steal a thing and then replace it with an exact replica (in order to prove that ‘ownership is truly just a concept created by the mind’). The ‘Siege of King’s Castle’ storyline is particularly relentless. ‘The Fist & the Steel’ has a wittier tone, with Kindt throwing an older Ninjak and the Eternal Warrior into a surprisingly slapstick team-up. Issue #22 is a stunning, almost wordless bacchanal of violence.

The bulk of the artwork was in the hands of Valiant’s regulars Clay Mann, Doug Braithwaite, Diego Bernard, and Khari Evans, who stuck to the company’s house style for the more ‘serious’ books (as opposed to the cartoony look of comedic series like Quantum & Woody, The Delinquents, and Faith). They’re fine, but it’s the fill-in artists who really shine, including Juan José Ryp, Raúl Allén (as seen above), Stephen Segovia, and CAFU. Plus, the initial backups by Butch Guice and Brian Thies were stylish as fuck. Ulises Arreola deserves special praise for his eye-catching coloring throughout the series.

I’m also a fan of the latest relaunch, titled Ninja-K and written by Christos Gage, with art by Tomás Giorello, Juan José Ryp, and Roberto De La Torre.

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The idea of turning Ninjak into a legacy character going back generations is far from original (Kindt himself pulled a similar trick with Bloodshot and Unity), but Gage – one of the most reliable ‘hired guns’ in the business – has an unquestionable knack for this kind of pulpy material. He includes the obligatory intertextual winks at the pop cultural zeitgeist: our hero’s predecessor from the ’60s resembles Sean Connery, the one from the ‘70s looks straight out of a Blaxploitation flick, and of course the ‘80s version is an over-the-top cyborg.

After first pushing the series into more Bond-like territory, Gage amped up the superhero angle, making the most out of some of Valiants’ underused characters and leftovers from events like the Armor Hunters crossover. Plus, he delved into Ninjak’s on-again, off-again relationship with Livewire, one of Valiant’s neatest superheroes, whose teletechnopath powers are always a good pretext for mind-bending science fiction.

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COMICS CAN BE AWESOME (September 2019)

Just in case you were wondering if comics can be awesome…

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Taking a break… (August 2019)

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10 luscious Poison Ivy covers

An extreme embodiment of the femme fatale trope (because her kisses make her literally irresistible and she uses her manipulative powers to commit crimes), Poison Ivy may feel like a somewhat outdated and problematic character in light of current gender discourse. Then again, her post-anthropocene sensibility and environmentalist crusade seem completely in tune with the times, given the growing public awareness of looming ecological collapse!

Regardless, today I want to highlight Poison Ivy’s aesthetics… There was always something funky about Pamela Isley’s provocative demeanour and floral clothing style, but her looks have become even cooler since the mid-90s, when artists started drawing her as more of a green-skinned, voluptuous plant-human hybrid. Here are ten beautiful covers that explore the character’s rich visual potential, conveying in different ways (sexy, creepy, funny…) that, when it comes to Poison Ivy, you can look but you’d better not touch.

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COMICS CAN BE AWESOME (August 2019)

Your August reminder that comics can be awesome…

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Spotlight on Fury: Peacemaker

We kicked off this year’s Spy Fiction Month with a comic set in World War II and we’ll finish with one as well. Like I mentioned last week, in 2001 Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson reinvented Marvel’s war-hero-turned-super-spy Nick Fury as a grizzled veteran addicted to combat, not to mention a foul-mouthed alpha male out of step with the times…

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This take on Nick Fury was so appealing that Garth Ennis has kept going back to it. Colonel Fury was a recurring character in his run on The Punisher MAX and he has starred in two more Ennis-written limited series so far, starting with 2006’s Peacemaker, once again illustrated by Darick Robertson.

A World War II tale, this is basically a prequel to Fury MAX. The plot is completely independent, with Peacemaker working perfectly well as a standalone read, but it sets up the characterization that Fury displayed in the previous mini-series (and it has a small Easter Egg calling back to a throwaway line about Rudi Gagarin, the villain of Fury MAX).

The opening of Peacemaker reads like a straight-up military yarn set in the North African desert. This is fine by me, not just because I’m into this kind of stuff (Zoltán Korda’s Sahara is such an awesome film!), but because Garth Ennis is arguably the greatest writer of WWII comics. He kicks things off with a griping sequence – perhaps a nod at the training and equipment failures in the then-recent U.S. wars in Afghanistan and Iraq – neatly contrasting the overconfidence of the American forces going into battle (in mini-flashbacks that stand out because of Raúl Treviño’s subtle color changes) with their first brutal clashes against the well-prepared German army.

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Yet the point is not the battle itself or even its geostrategic implications, as Peacemaker is above all a character study about a younger, then-Sergeant Nick Fury. In a classic Ennis trope, the first time we see Fury he is threatening to kill his superior in the middle of combat (‘Lieutenant, you show these men some leadership or I swear to God I’ll blow your head off!!’). After a military clusterfuck, Fury ends up adrift behind enemy lines and eventually gets rescued by a brigade of the U.K.’s Special Air Service (the SAS being another recurring presence in this Northern Irish writer’s comics) headed by Captain Peter Kynaston. The latter proves to be a decisive influence on Fury, especially when they go on a joint mission to assassinate a brilliant German field marshal, Stephen Barkhorn.

If you know the creators’ track record, you’ll rightly assume that Peacemaker’s approach to WWII adventure feels closer to the black comedy of Inglourious Basterds than to the lighthearted pulp of Captain America: The First Avenger. Still, both Ennis’ script and Robertson’s pencils (once again inked by Jimmy Palmiotti, replaced in the final issues by Rodney Ramos) are much more restrained than in their Fury MAX mini-series, downplaying the raunchy farce and hardcore gore in favor of a more grounded and wittier tone. (Notably, Peacemaker came out in the Marvel Knights line rather than the R-rated MAX imprint, so there is no harsh swearing or nudity in this one.)

Regardless – or perhaps because of it – the dialogue is a joy to read. Ennis does his usual shtick, drowning the cast’s banter in thick military slang (including the usual national nicknames: the Jerry, the Huns, the Ivans…) and expecting you to follow along without much obvious guidance. Barkhorn’s chief of staff, the monocle-wearing Oberstleutnant Hans von Stehle, gets the best lines, displaying the kind of dry wit that instantly turns him into a memorable opponent.

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It’s not just that there are no dumb characters, for once. Peacemaker also does a nice job of showing different points of view within the German camp, bringing to the table a level of multilayered moral complexity you also find in some of Garth Ennis’ other war stories (like in the tremendous Night Witches).

That said, the series’ main themes are clearly spelled out. In their first meeting, Stephen Barkhorn explicitly tells Nick Fury that if he wants to be good at war, he should learn to enjoy it. Later, you can see the glint in Fury’s eyes as Peter Kynaston tells him about this irregular force driving behind enemy lines, away from their own ‘damn fool general staff,’ raising hell where it hurts the most by hitting German supply convoys and ammunition dumps, ‘not overly concerned with spit and polish.’

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By the end, when Nick Fury toasts to the looming Cold War, there is little doubt that this has been the story of Fury falling in love with warfare.

But is it a spy comic as well? Up to a point. The bulk of Peacemaker concerns Fury’s and Kynaston’s secret assignment to assassinate Barkhorn, with the twist that instead of their target they find a group of officials who claim they are willing to put an end to the war. Half of the story takes place during a siege at a German estate, where our protagonists have to deal with different types of tension. First and foremost, they’re never sure if they can trust their seemingly cooperative prisoners. But on top of that, they have to deal with the possibility of ending World War II earlier, which is not as straightforward a decision as it may sound…

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Check out the panel foreshadowing Nick Fury’s future eye-loss by literally crossing out his eye with shadows as he listens to Kynaston’s sinister views (not too distant from the Nazis’ own cult of war). It’s not just an eye that Fury is about to lose…

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Spotlight on Fury MAX

Way before Samuel L. Jackson embodied the role, Colonel Nick Fury was already a household name for Marvel fans, having starred in a string of seminal psychedelic spy comics by Jack Kirby and Jim Steranko back in the 1960s…

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(For a hilarious tribute to these runs, as well as to Kirby’s and Steranko’s similar work on Captain America, check out Big Bang Presents #6.)

Since his glory days, though, the cigar-chewing, one-eyed agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. has had an uneven career, both in his own series (I have a soft spot for D.G. Chichester’s run in the early ‘90s) and as a guest in other characters’ vehicles (Elektra: Assassin being a high point). The most memorable take on the property in ages occurred in 2001, when Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson reimagined Nick Fury – in an irreverent 6-issue mini-series published by Marvel’s ‘adults only’ MAX imprint – as an embittered old man having trouble adjusting to the post-Cold War era.

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This mini-series – which I’m calling Fury MAX to distinguish it from all the other comics called Fury – was one of several bold creative choices taken by Marvel during the prolific Bill Jemas/Joe Quesada editorial partnership in the early 2000s, along with giving a free rein to Grant Morrison (New X-Men, Marvel Boy, Fantastic Four: 1234) and launching such idiosyncratic runs as Peter Milligan’s and Mike Allred’s X-Force or Brian Michael Bendis’ and Alex Maleev’s Daredevil. By hiring Garth Ennis (fresh off Preacher and The Punisher: Welcome Back, Frank) and Darick Robertson (during the final stretch of Transmetropolitan) to do a book without the Comics Code Authority seal, edited by former Vertigo editor Axel Alonso, it’s a fair bet Marvel’s big shots knew they were bound to get oodles of foul language, gory violence, and pitch-black humor, but I wonder if they anticipated just how subversive things were going to get…

The very first page sets the tone, with a splash of a rugged-looking Colonel Fury pointing a huge-ass weapon and grittily ordering ‘Kill them all.’ Below, the issue’s title warns readers: ‘Be Careful What You Wish For.’ You can pretty much tell from the outset that the series will combine two quintessential Ennis motifs: on the one hand, his flair for iconoclastic takes on beloved, established characters and, on the other hand, his fondness for the stoic, unapologetic ‘man’s man’ archetype. Indeed, Fury MAX reinvents the titular lead both as a nasty bastard (who fantasizes about murdering his adoptive nephew, presumably because the latter doesn’t match his brand of virility) and as an old-school cold warrior who feels emasculated by corporate bureaucrats that (according to the collected edition’s back-cover) are ‘more interested in recruiting highly trained computer specialists and high-priced suits than spies and commandos.’

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(Notice the picture of the Helicarrier relegated to the background, signaling changing times…)

Fury MAX gets some comedic mileage out of the mere act of dirtying up Marvel’s super-agent, taking the piss by placing a recognizable hero in adult situations such as swearing (including plenty of homophobic slurs), screwing hookers, and ruthlessly slaughtering dozens of people. (It was the very early days of the MAX imprint, so this kind of thing still felt relatively fresh… Alias came out at the same time, Cage and The Hood came out in the following year.) Setting aside for a moment Garth Ennis’ penchant for editorializing, there is clearly a humorous slant to scenes like the one where a decadent Nick Fury delivers an outrageous rant about the previous decade: ‘What happened to this country? When did the assholes start running things? How did they get away with the pissant little rules they make us live by? Why do they use ten words to hint at what just one would say? I feel like I blinked and someone turned the place into the United States of Pussies…’

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Darick Robertson is a perfect partner-in-crime. It’s not just that his art has always displayed great comedic timing… Robertson visibly delights in drawing over-the-top sex and grotesque carnage. And here Ennis gives him several chances to go wild, whether by depicting a monstrous, disfigured henchman (called ‘Fuckface,’ because this is that kind of comic) or by bringing to life the climactic bloodfest (where Fury rips out an enemy’s entrails and strangles him with his own intestines, because this is also that kind of comic), well-served by Jimmy Palmiotti’s thick inks and the glossy colors of Avalon Studios.

Robertson’s excellent storytelling pace and stylish character designs make the various lengthy ‘talking heads’ sequences utterly compelling, which also works well with Ennis’ characteristically dialogue-rich script.

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As you can tell from this scene, there is a revisionist edge to Fury MAX, not unlike what Frank Miller did with Batman in The Dark Knight Returns. It’s as if these comics are showing us how their protagonists – and their worlds – truly were all along, casting even the past in a different light.

This revelatory approach leads to one of the series’ most provocative gestures, namely the heavily implied suggestion that, contrary to what he claims, Nick Fury’s driving motivation is not so much a concern for the weak and the ‘little people’ (which, as shown in his relationship with his nephew, Fury can’t stand up-close), but rather an addiction to the adrenaline of combat. The comic’s central plot involves Rudi Gagarin – an ex-Hydra, ex-Soviet hawk – trying to kickstart a new large-scale geopolitical conflict because he misses the old days (‘Guys like you and me, battling it out with the fate of the world at stake… A war in the shadows, a war the little people never knew about… You set up a government here, knock down a rebel force there… You convince some generalissimo to invade his neighbor… He thinks it keeps the guns coming in, you know it’ll keep coke going out, and all the while you’re fucking the idiot’s wife…’). Revealingly, when he tells Fury about this plan, Fury doesn’t stop him straight away, so Gagarin does end up setting it in motion (by staging a military coup in the strategic Napolean Island), which results in an orgy of violence. In the final images – a callback to the balcony scene shown earlier in this post – we see a melancholic Fury coming to grips with what he has done.

It’s a Garth Ennis comic, so none of this is incredibly subtle. Indeed, a retired Dum Dum Dugan sees right through Nick Fury:

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The point is not that Nick Fury and Rudi Gagarin are the same. Despite both embodying military discipline and an overall sense of ultra-tough masculinity (including the desire and ability to satisfy multiple women in one go), the comic acknowledges differences. The nuances are especially clear in issue #4, where Fury’s approach to his crew (‘So long as you do your job you can ask all the questions you want.’) comes across as comparatively less despotic than Gagarin’s (‘Give me further cause for disappointment… and Fuckface will sleep with you.’).

The biggest difference between them is that Nick Fury gets a rush out of fighting for freedom, whereas Rudi Gagarin is gleefully nihilistic, openly admitting that what he enjoys is the great game itself (‘it was like chess with blood…’). You can argue that Fury is more ideological and Gagarin more cynical… or that the former is just more hypocritical and self-deluded than the latter. In any case, their relationship illustrates a core theme of Ennis’ work, namely the ambiguous line separating the notion that you-need-to-be-macho-to-get-shit-done from the sense that getting-shit-done-is-a-pretext-to-indulge-in-machismo.

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As it should be clear by now, on top of the geeky dimension of character revisionism, Fury MAX is also subversive on more political levels. One of those levels – the least interesting one – has to do with the dated attempts to seem edgy by attacking political correctness. This version of Nick Fury comes across like Clint Eastwood’s cranky, take-no-shit persona in Gran Torino and The Mule – he is a curmudgeon who calls a spade a spade and will only respect you if you don’t get offended.

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That said, just like Eastwood’s latest film complicates its benevolent depiction of small-scale anti-PC provocations by pitting them against the wider context of systemic racism (on which the whole premise of the film hinges), Fury MAX also throws its reactionary impulses into seemingly contradictory directions. Ultimately, Garth Ennis’ style fits comfortably into a tradition of British literature – together with the likes of Tom Sharpe’s Ancestral Vices or Ben Elton’s Blast from the Past – that embeds poignant political satire in outlandish off-color comedy.

For one thing, Ennis has his share of fun at the expense of North American anti-communism. Indeed, this is a comic clearly plotted (and mostly written, I assume) before 9/11, back when George W. Bush sounded like the most inarticulate president imaginable (‘They say he’s dumb, but what about the people who let him near the microphone?’) and when neocons still seemed to be coping with the loss of their longstanding enemy by looking back at the Cold War rather than throwing themselves at the Global War on Terror… Notably, Gagarin backs a coup by a tropical dictator, General Makawao, because at the time those were still more fashionable as enemies than Muslim fundamentalism.

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We also get an interesting glimpse into late ‘90s debates on the future of warfare during a conference when Nick Fury bursts out that, for all the talk of stealth and smart weapons, at the end of the day you’re still going to need balls of steel to go to war. At first sight, the scene may look like just another amusing demonstration of Fury’s straight-talking, zero-patience-for-softies-and-tech-nerds attitude but, looking back, it now seems like a prescient warning against the upcoming military interventions in Afghanistan and Iraq:

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The fascinating thing is that if, on the one hand, Nick Fury seems to represent the Bush-era United States because he’s so eager to embark on yet another ostensibly righteous crusade, on the other hand it’s precisely against the jingoism of the actual U.S. government that he claims to be fighting. Fury frames his mission – and that of the U.N.-backed S.H.I.E.L.D. – as preventing an American intervention in Napolean Island by sorting things out before they escalate into a crisis. As he puts it at one point: ‘This agency is not about to become the U.S. government’s puppet. We exist to do the job – not to fuck up so they can say No more Mr. Nice Guy and carpet-bomb a whole country off the map.’ Or, later, in a pep talk to his crew: ‘the smaller the role American forces play in toppling the Makawao regime, the less excuse the U.S. has to get a toehold afterwards. I’d rather have the U.N. peacekeepers here than some Company-backed fucker a thousand times worse than Makawao.’

Yep, for all the pre-alt-right flavor of some of its rhetoric, Fury MAX still makes the case that, warts and all, the United Nations are at least preferable to American imperialism…

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This leads to a great spin on that scene near the end of Rambo II where Sylvester Stallone shoots up the office of a slimy government bureaucrat who had betrayed the American war effort. In this version, Nick Fury takes it out on the bureaucrats of the United Nations because they sold out to U.S. warmongers!

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By taking right-wing rhetoric and imagery and hectically putting it in the service of a kind of murky anti-right-wing critique, this scene gloriously sums up Fury MAX – and, in fact, much of Garth Ennis’ oeuvre.

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A couple of excellent spy novels

Shifting gears for a bit, today let’s talk about a couple of cool books without drawings that came out almost a decade ago…

OUR KIND OF TRAITOR

(John le Carré, 2010)

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“At seven o’clock of a Caribbean morning, on the island of Antigua, one Peregrine Makepiece, otherwise known as Perry, an all-round amateur athlete of distinction and until recently tutor in English literature at a distinguished Oxford college, played three sets of tennis against a muscular, stiff-backed, bald, brown-eyed Russian man of dignified bearing in his middle fifties called Dima. How this match came about was quickly the subject of intense examination by British agents professionally disposed against the workings of chance. Yet the events leading up to it were on Perry’s side blameless.”

John le Carré, the absolute master of the sophisticated spy novel, penned this no-frills thriller about a bourgeois British couple who, during a tennis-playing holiday in the Caribbean, cross paths with a Russian oligarch and soon find themselves embroiled in a shady web of international intrigue. Although much less ambitious than le Carré’s classic, sprawling Cold War epics, Our Kind of Traitor is nevertheless a gripping page-turner that benefits from the veteran writer’s sharp wit and characterization, not to mention his usual digs at the political climate (in this case, at the floods of criminal Russian money pouring into the British establishment).

Unless you’re new to the game, you’ve probably seen some of this before. It’s one of those Hitchcockian ventures in which naïve civilians enter the world of espionage, their amateurish goodwill pitted against the plots of cynical, seasoned professionals. Le Carré had already mined this territory in Absolute Friends, The Tailor of Panama, The Mission Song, The Night Manager, and Single & Single (which also dealt with the Russian mob) among others, doing countless variations on the scene where a handler at the MI6 teaches the hero about the basic rules of the job. Yet here le Carré has fun twisting some of the old formulas, for example with this prep speech that the couple gets just before a crucial stage of the operation:

“This is not, repeat not, a training session. We don’t happen to have a couple of years to spare: just a few hours spread over a couple of weeks. So it’s familiarization, it’s confidence-building, it’s establishing trust in all weathers. You in us, us in you. But you are not spies. So for Christ’s sake don’t try to be. Don’t even think about surveillance. You are not surveillance-conscious people. You’re a young couple enjoying a spree in Paris. So don’t for fuck’s sake start dawdling at shop windows, peering over your shoulders or ducking into side alleys.”

Le Carré’s storytelling is a delight, as usual. We get a third-person subjective narrator whose viewpoint shifts from chapter to chapter (and later from subsection to subsection, during the suspenseful climax), giving us insight into the perspectives of various players. After a first act revolving mostly around the couple’s experience, the focus moves to the UK’s secret services – against the background of the financial crisis and austerity policies – and suddenly the narrative gains a new set of layers. As the final pages approach, we feel as powerless as the protagonists, knowing that machinations are taking place somewhere far away… their fate is in the hands of forces beyond their control. There is the typical amount of loose ends, some of them fueling the overall paranoia, some of them leaving us with the haunting responsibility of imagining what happened to the handful of characters left unaccounted for by the end.

Expect lyrical descriptions of tennis matches, especially during the sequence at the French Open final, which cannot help but bring to mind Alfred Hitchcock’s Strangers on a Train.

 

THE LAST RUN

(Greg Rucka, 2010)

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“For Tara Chace, it was the fall that did it, the absurdly long pause that came between missing the handhold and slamming into the ground. Like all falls that are too far, this one lasted long enough for her to realize what happened, and what, as a result, would inevitably happen next. It was a moment of perfect clarity; not of vision, but of self-awareness, and Chace saw herself then as she had only four other times in her life. She saw herself as the woman she was – frankly, honestly, without self-pity, judgment, or false modesty. Who she was, who she had been, and who she wished to be.

Then she hit the ground, her back impacting first, followed almost immediately by her skull.”

There are different ways you can approach The Last Run. You can approach it as the final volume in Greg Rucka’s trilogy of gritty novels about MI6 agent (aka ‘minder’) Tara Chace. You can approach it as the culmination of the excellent comic book series Queen & Country (itself a sort of unofficial sequel/quasi-remake of the brilliant TV show The Sandbaggers). Or, if you’re late to the party, you can just read it as a self-contained tale, since Rucka conveys all the background you need about the characters and the intricate administrative framework of the British intelligence branch. In any case, make sure you check out this page-turner about an operation to lift an important Iranian defector, told in a taut, realistic style and building up to a surprising payoff.

The two previous novels in the series – 2004’s A Gentleman’s Game and 2005’s Private Wars – were both great spy thrillers about the War on Terror. Despite providing several tense action set pieces, what made those books stand out was the weight given to the bureaucracy and infighting within the secret services. Everyone had an ulterior agenda and Rucka excelled at bringing those agendas together… and often pitting them against each other! I especially like Private Wars, which is one hell of a yarn revolving around a couple of missions in Uzbekistan, a real setting (with some creative tweaking) whose brutal description packs a punch. There is some nasty stuff in there (including a couple of torture scenes that are pretty hard to stomach), but it’s still a much more intelligent and thought-provoking novel than the trashy cover suggests.

The Last Run keeps the series’ best traits, including its moral ambiguity. Once again, we don’t get just the MI6’s perspective – we also spend plenty of time with its opponents (in this case, with a unit of Iran’s Ministry of Intelligence and Security), fleshing them out and complexifying what could’ve been a facile narrative of heroes and villains. And once again, the book doesn’t shy away from telling us how ruthless both sides can be, in specific circumstances.

In terms of writing, Rucka maintains a smooth pace, often toying a bit with time within each chapter to keep readers on the edge. His prose is not particularly rich in terms of language, but his storytelling is top-notch, including the kind of attention to detail that effectively sells you on the cast’s astuteness and professionalism.

“‘I’m a marine biologist?’

Teagle slid a folder across the briefing table towards her. ‘You can read up on it. You’ve published a couple of very well-received papers on the subject, in point of fact. It’s a very good cover for the job, Tara. Of all the countries on the Caspian, Iran is the only one to make any effort at sustaining the sturgeon population, and they’re quite proud of the fact.’

‘I never did like caviar,’ Chace said, leafing through the folder.

‘The cover also justifies why you’ll be in the north, why you’ll have access to a boat, why you’ll be carrying a GPS, a sat phone. You can even get away with carrying a knife, if you like. After all, you’ve got to open those fish somehow.’”

All in all, The Last Run – like the rest of the Queen & Country series – should be required reading for any fan of the genre. There are codes and dead drops and double-crosses and enough tradecraft to fill a manual. There are long stretches of political discussions and backroom deals, but also bursts of vicious violence that suddenly shift the narrative. Moreover, Tara Chace continues to be a tough, resourceful operative with just enough vulnerability to make her a truly engrossing protagonist. Let’s hope Rucka brings her back soon, somehow!

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