I just want to talk to him

Today’s about two comics published simultaneously in the mid-late 1990s, both of which I bought start to finish and for which I own the full runs. Each concerns going to find God and have a little talk. With a bullet.

You’ve seen this premise in plenty of other comics or other media too, of course. My reader’s or viewer’s perception is that creators express a lot of passion or attention to this need for dialogue – it shows that no one would possibly write it without buying into it somehow.

Disclosure: this story-subject isn’t in my zone in any medium, as I don’t possess the tools to make the tools to fathom that task, nor do I grasp any concept underlying the concept of the task in the first place. I lack any sense of purposeful meaning at all for things, stuff, people, time & space, existence, et cetera, and since I didn’t have to rebel out of anything to arrive there … stories of this kind only work for me insofar as the characters’ other motivations and the situations they face are intrinsically compelling.

Re: the two titles I want to talk about here, you’d be pressed to find a greater contrast in publishing and pop culture status. One’s a big-budget showcase, permitted and lauded for a degree of explicit humor not previously seen in mainstream U.S. comics, a smash hit, a fan fave to this day, and now having reached its pop apotheosis on TV. The other’s the only multi-issue full-size comics work from a self-published creator who specializes in small-press autobiography and can say and show whatever he feels like. Some of his work was showcased at Fantagraphics for five issues, and neither that nor the six-issue title from Aeon Publications I’m talking about here are kept in print, or as far as I can tell, receive sufficient critical, historical, or reader attention.

Both stories feature the aforementioned road trip to confront and as it turns out to kill God, a war between Heaven and Hell, distinctly personalized and characterized angels and demons, a jaundiced view of modern politics, a bad-ass grim-and-wry protagonist who’s not sure what he believes in any more, unstopping potty-mouth action worse than me which is saying something, gruesome violence followed by more gruesome violence, and truckloads of naked tits. There, the resemblance stops.

If it looks like an action movie, that's because that's all it is

If it looks like an action movie, that’s because that’s all it is

I don’t usually indulge in flat declarations of quality at this blog, so brace yourself for an exception: Preacher (1995-2000) has not aged well for me, after losing my interest at just after the halfway point and upon re-reads thereafter. I won’t go so far as to call it a wretched piece of shit, but I can see that designation from here, and I definitely think it is everything abysmally stupid about the 1990s in one spot.

… no pacing at all, perfectly-centered lobotomized post-Reagan politics, covers always off-model for main characters’ faces, overkill strictly on acceptable targets, bare-faced plagiarism like a cow pissing on a flat rock, Mary Sue hero, faux “tough women,” mysteriously disappearing backgrounds, no inking worth the name, black comedy limited only to faceless goons and feebs … cough! Did I start typing madly like a pissed-off caffeinated comics blogger? Will walk around a bit now. Remember that Arse-Face is actually pretty funny in the right kind of awful way.

OK, my only relevant criticism is that the religious content is empty. It doesn’t work as a slam on religion, specific or general, because what the religious or theological characters are-and-do resembles nothing real, not even as parody. You’d think a designated Irish Pogues left-ish bad boy could bring some serious Church-ass critique into this, but no – it’s all stock Hollywood, and the angel-demon hybrid that starts the story turns out to have zip, zero content. In other words, the alleged classic wicked-funny piss-take on religion fails to be blasphemous even a little, so all it is, is an action movie running on one-note emotional cues.

Look, people in a situation

Look, people in a situation (that’s Norman on the left)

Colin Upton’s Buddha on the Road, via MU Press/Aeon Publications 1996-1997, is a work of genuine physical beauty, intelligent and topical humor, uncompromising focused rage, utterly efficient story-telling, and unforgettable impact. There’s no movie-thinking underpinning its content at all. Norman, the protagonist, is a former Toronto punk who joined the Army and served in Bosnia, now returned full of uncompromising alienation but significantly, no angst. He’s completely believable as a human weapon. When someone else recognizes that better than he does, and he’s landed with a literal contract to kill God, it’s not like he believes it’s real or knows that he should do it, but he knows why he might.

Regarding the most relevant point, the story is packed with contempt, rage, and disgust at a specific brand of religion – and it draws on informed, historical critique of a precise era of Christianity. Therefore the doctrine, the devils, the rhetoric, and all other details are completely grounded, not just in a historically geeky way, but so that they make internal sense and represent ideas that led to actual things happening. When Norman, and by extension the story’s theme, are “mad at God,” it’s not vague, and it’s not a straw target.

I think I caught myself before blowing 5,000 words on why Preacher isn’t actually offensive, only barely and rarely “crossing the line twice,” so you’ll just have to imagine it as I say, “by contrast,” Buddha on the Road doesn’t mind being offensive all over the place in a deceptively mellow way. The demons don’t wear clothes, so never mind tits, it’s cock-and-balls and bush-and-lips all over, and no one thinks twice about it, me as reader included. Throwaway goons’ heads blown off? Pssh, that’s not shocking; try a saint proudly displaying her severed breasts on a tray and explaining why that’s awesome. Here’s the visual thing that nails it: Upton’s style isn’t what this description might imply; it’s nothing like Crumb or Wilson. His art is more in the zone of Alison Bechdel and Jason Lutes, with the content prioritizing intimate, changing, heartfelt human interaction. Especially given the story’s naturalistic beginning, as well as the deep-focus backgrounds and inky blacks, the real shocker is how normal the excess feels once one is way, way past the chance of recoiling.

Meaning, loves himself, that's for sure.

Meaning, loves himself, that’s for sure.

But here’s the important thing: theologically, or theoretically, however you want to phrase it, these two very different stories define the Big God Guy exactly the same: a total asshole. And the point of the final conversation isn’t a conversation at all, but to kill him.

It’s not merely the Deist notion of “went fishing,” as I like to call it – the God who provided a starting-point and then wandered off. No, this God is an actively attention-demanding, responsibility-denying, hair-trigger psychopath, who isolates himself in combined arrogance and terror, and for whom all other beings are subject both to his snap judgment and slightest whim.

Characteristically, Preacher‘s version begins with a tease and gets less interesting with each encounter, whereas the war-on-Heaven situation in Buddha on the Road gets more complex step by step, until at the climax Norman is faced with real decisions. But the similarity in the divine characterization is rock-solid, and so is the necessary conclusion: “Talk to him? There’s no talking to this guy. All he needs is killing.”

And that’s weird, isn’t it? You’d think, if an author buys into the “let’s find God and talk” premise enough even to write it, then he or she would make the capitalized character at least interesting enough to converse with. Right?

That’s the key. Let’s get literary to use it. H. G. Wells was born in 1866, right into the Anglican Low Church’s dedicated push to terrify middle-class children via especially nasty depictions of Hell. From his 1934 autobiography:

ā€¦ one night I had a dream of Hell so preposterous that it blasted that undesirable resort out of my mind forever. In an old number of Chambers Journal I had read of the punishment of breaking a man on the wheel. The horror of it got into my dreams and there was Our Father in a particularly malignant phase, busy basting a poor sinner rotating slowly over a fire built under the wheel. I saw no Devil in the vision, my mind in its simplicity went straight to the responsible fountain head. That dream pursued me into the day time. Never had I hated God so intensely.

And then suddenly the light broke through to me and I knew this God was a lie.

Three points here. First is the intensity of hell-nastiness that many children have been subjected to across a wide variety of faiths. Second, that young Herbert was bright enough to see that the Satan, Devil, whoever, character is a mere middleman. (Both Preacher and Buddha on the Road hammer this same point hard and accurately.) Third, Wells immediately walks away from it, later to think up a concept he’s happier with (see his God and the Invisible King).

It’s that last one that matters – it’s what seems not to happen in many cases, probably because the indoctrination is too strong. In these two comics, and in other works like them, the creative urge hasn’t walked away and the hate is white-hot. The authors apparently want to stay in there and fight.

It is … well, I’ll go onto a speculative limb here, with yet more help from the 19th century. You know the joke about John Stuart Mill, right, that he was the quintessential guilt-wracked atheist – “Oh God, forgive me that I cannot believe in you, oh no, I do not believe in God, so who will forgive me, please, I don’t wanna be damned forever, oh wait,” as in, essay after essay, pages and pages. I think these stories and others like them are like that – as if the authors can’t grunt, say, “that’s ridiculous,” and walk off like Wells did. They have to write this in order to realize for sure the God they believe in is unlikeable and kill him outta their heads.

Carson Grubauch’s reflections on Cerebus the Aardvark: Latter Days seem relevant to that point. Unlike me he seems able to see why an author would feel this need, so check it out.

This post concludes my little series on comics religion, at least for now. I wouldn’t mind some feedback about it – questions or points-at-issue for me, observations about other comics, suggestions for related posts, offers for guest posts, all are welcome. If you’re interested in my technical perspective as an evolutionary biologist and in reference to The Island of Doctor Moreau, see Should we talk about religion at my other blog.

Links: Six interesting interpretations of God in comic books (warning: full of hipster squee), Colin Upton Comics & Art

Next comics: Sword of God, The Edge, editorial (October 4); One Plus One, Two, p. 2 (October 6)

Next column: Context! (October 9)

 

Advertisements

About Ron Edwards

Game author and publisher via Adept Press / Biology author and former professor

Posted on October 2, 2016, in Politics dammit, Storytalk and tagged , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 22 Comments.

  1. I re-read Preacher while staying at a friend’s house last year and I agree, it is a piece of shit.

    The ending, what they chose as the last panels make me see red.

    Liked by 1 person

    • So much to say! My first real letdown was the spitting-on-veterans mythology that it pushed regarding Jesse’s father. When Jesse became Batman and could take on hordes of armed opponents by kicking guys in the face, when at least half-a-dozen secondary characters clearly became more important to the creators than Jesse, and when the story even raised the dubious aspect of the “western ideal” relative to Native Americans and promptly dropped it … I decided it wasn’t the incisive send-up of American culture after all.

      I think what grated on me the most, and ultimately led to me buying out the last year on completeness alone, was that it didn’t lampoon reality, but created ridiculous caricatures of reality and then lampooned those. It didn’t address racism, but rather a cartoon version of the Klan. It didn’t address religious crisis or political power, but a cartoon version of conspiracy theory. Here and there, rarely, it got a bit above that – but in every one of those cases, e.g. the former SS guy living in the small town, the morality of the situation was presented as 100% black-and-white, and never deviated from standard Hollywood in substance.

      I also decided that ultimately it was very much a white, straight book – and speaking as a white, straight guy, I didn’t find the way it did it reassuring or confirming, but rather, insular and kind of intellectually insulting. For example, Cassidy’s ultimate immoral moment is providing a blowjob to a man, as in, OMG, this exact, single thing nails it down that he’s actually a terrible person. The fact that I’m not erotically interested in doing that myself doesn’t mean I’m going to buy into this presumed lesson. Especially since Tulip sucking off Jesse is played for maximum romance earlier in the story. And given that Cassidy’s “true nature” is supposed to be the moral hinge upon which the entire story ending turns, well …

      Liked by 1 person

  2. Hi. This is Colin Upton. I just came across this today (I really don`t Google search myself often enough :)) and I just wanted to thank you for the kind words. I actually had more chapters of Buddha planned but I never was able to find a publisher who would risk publishing an already low-sales book. Although a movie adaptation would be fun!
    Thanks!
    Colin

    He was an embittered atheist, the sort of atheist who does not so much disbelieve in God as personally dislike Him.
    George Orwell

    Liked by 1 person

    • Hi! This is wonderful. Buddha remains one of my favorite “read this” packets I loan out for people. I would love to know about work you’ve done since then, in any medium.

      Only if you’re inclined: please feel free to click around a bit at the blog, as any thoughts of yours would be greatly appreciated. The current post showing, about our shared age group, might be a good candidate, and my upcoming post maybe too.

      This post was also part of a religion series I did from late August through early October 2016, some of which got featured at a site dedicated to comics and religion. My focus at the blog has been mostly political history, but to me, religion is a political language, so I tried to articulate how that shows up in comics.

      Like

    • Oh yeah – you might or might not be tired of hearing about one short piece you did, but “Chris” was very, very helpful to many people in understanding me (personally) better for about a decade. I didn’t pass it around. They came up to me, having seen it, saying, “Hey, this is you, right?”

      Like

  3. Well, lets see… if you check out my colinupton.tumblr.com there’s a list of my small press mini-comics, I think there’s around 225)+ these days, but I need to update the list. Besides those and Buddha I had a series called Big Thing (4 Fantagraphics, 1 Aeon, 1 Starhead) and I’ve contributed comics to anthologies, magazines, done illustrations, strips, editorial cartoons, an award winning series of ads for Book Warehouse, cartoons for a play, cartoons for a movie, cartoon reviews of comics, worked on two radio shows about comics, concept art for wargaming miniatures and a Douglas Coupland sculpture… it sounds like a lot but it’s been over years. I also paint, I’ve done some audio art/drumming in my past and I paint wargame miniatures for hire.

    Although I do it occasionally I find doing politics harder to do well in comics without coming across as lecturing and hectoring. It can be done but it’s difficult. I did series of annual “9-11” comics from 2002-2015 which was my annual opportunity to unleash my pent up rage over what had gone on the previous year. With the election of Trump I decided we were entering a post 9-11 world. I’ve also done several “Charlie” minis about the Charlie Hebdoe massacre and what followed. History is something that informs my work in a big way, as you noted, sometimes I think I do comics (and wargaming) as an excuse to read more history.

    For me the idea of divorcing history from it’s historical/political context is laughable. I’m not a fan of post-modernist nonsense.

    I’m sorry if I don’t quite understand you seeing me as a “good candidate”. For what exactly? I’m pretty much game for anything!

    Nobodies mentioned “Chris” for years so thank you.

    Take care.
    Colin

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Oh man, those covers… when Buddha was published it was the early days of digital publishing so Aeon scanned the first 3 covers very dark which made them almost black in the front and smudged on the back cover… on the original art for the back covers the backgrounds were white, I swear!

    Like

  5. Oh Goddamn it! I just sent a big reply packed with information and I don’t see it posted! Fucking computers!

    Like

  6. To repeat: Before and after Buddha I did/do small press mini-comics, around 225+ or so. You can see an list on my colinupton.tumblr.com. I’ve also contributed comics, comic strips, editorial cartoons, illustrations, award winning cartoon ads for Book Warehouse, cartoons for a movie, cartoons for a play.

    Like

  7. I also paint, concept art for wargaming miniatures, I’ve been on two radio shows about comics, written about comics, did some audio art/drumming, model/sculpture making, videos about tea, interviewed cartoonists, comic strip reviews of comic books. Lots of stuff…

    Like

  8. I had something to say about comics and politics/religion too but I’m too tired to do it all again tonight, perhaps tomorrow.

    Like

  9. I looked over the site, saw a disturbing amount of tights and capes! You have an eclectic interest in comics! When you said I “might be a good candidate” I’m not sure what you mean. candidate for what exactly? I’m game for just about anything me!

    Like

    • Dodgy grammar on my part. I was referring to my “Generation who” post from October 24, as a possible candidate for a post you’d be interested in. And yeah, there’s tights & capes here, but it’s framed in the political history they’ve emerged from. I spend a lot of time on the extensive overlap between 70s Marvel and the undergrounds, which I think comics crit-history has overlooked (but which is kinda my young life). I dunno, I’m not trying to sell you on the blog, but I modestly claim it ain’t the usual fan-intellectual posturing and has some weight for people who think history matters. There’s an extensive discussion about fascism following Stones, smoke, and light which, I think, goes places.

      Whoo – just noticed the Coupland statue, which is an almost unbelievable justification for my hope you’ll check out that October 24 post.

      Like

  10. Oh, no one has talked about “Chris” in years so thank you. šŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  11. Did I mention last year I did a comic about the Canadian Army in WW2 and the Holocaust?

    Liked by 1 person

  1. Pingback: Generation who | Comics Madness

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Todd's Blog

Todd Klein on lettering, literature and more

Longbox Graveyard

Marvel and DC comics and community

%d bloggers like this: