Glory Glory Hallelujah

Glory in full fight

Stop me if this sounds familiar. Take an old Rob Liefeld superhero title, which never had been any good but had sold on hype back in the nineties, put some young up and coming creators on it, then make sure that whatever they do is nothing like what anybody expected when they first heard about the revamp, but is critically well received. This time it’s Glory, not Prophet we’re talking about. Sadly Glory didn’t quite have the same success as Prophet has had and it’s already been cancelled, but don’t let that stop you from trying it: there are only two trade paperbacks to pick up, for a total of twentyfive bucks, telling a complete if perhaps slightly rushed story.

Glory meets her sister

Originally Glory was nothing more than a Wonder Woman clone with bigger tits and no personality. I’d forgotten that Jo Duffy handled the writing on her original series, but anything interesting she did was let down by the subpar artwork, by Mike Deodato and later on Ed Benes, two artists I’m continually surprised are still getting work. There also was an aborted relaunch around 2000, when Alan Moore was briefly working with Liefeld and proposed a new backstory for Glory, which only lasted two issues or so.

Riley and Glory

I didn’t know Joe Keatinge or Sophie Campbell’s work before I picked up the first Glory trade, but Sophie Campbell’s artwork looked interesting while people had said good things about Keatinge’s writing. Campbell’s Glory is huge, sticking head and shoulders above the other characters, massive,muscled arms and legs. Meanwhile the reader’s viewpoint character, Riley, is tiny, supposedly a young adult woman, but looking more like a child than anything else even amongst the human characters. As I said before, there’s a lot of gore, but Campbell is also good at drawing quieter scenes; I like her facial expressions, especially when people are laughing. Her artwork is manga influenced, but not in the usual way

Riley meets Glory

Riley has been haunted by dreams of Glory since she was a child, now she’s looking for Glory, whom nobody has seen in years or decades. She ends up in Mont St Michel, where she meets Gloria West (a nod to the Alan Moore series) who used to be Glory, but not anymore. The real Glory we first see in bed, injured, “broken”. She’s a victim of the war between her mother, ruler of a warrior clan once considered gods and her father, king of a people so savage they were once called demons. There’s more to this war than is at first revealed and Riley may have been drawn to Glory as to stop as to help her; Glory becomes a literal monster if pushed too far, while Riley’s dreams of Glory have reached the future and it’s not nice.

Glory with the Lost Generation, fighting Fantomas

But it’s not all doom and gloom; there are flashbacks of Glory running around 1920ties Paris with the Lost Generation fighting Fantomas. There’s Henry, the demon-medic with a fondness for ancient photo cameras. There are the allusions to her past adventures, some very lighthearted and silver agey. There are also Glory’s younger sisters, who are both awesome. But what impressed me the most was the casual, matter of fact lesbian relationship between Glory and Emilie, her sidekick/the Etta Candy standin, as well as later with Riley. In all, it’s a shame the series had to end so quickly, but at least we got a complete story.

UPDATE: since Sophie Campbell has gone public with her transition, I thought it only decent to update her pronouns here.

Nick Cardy

Nick Cardy cover of Aquaman 45

Damn. Comics Beat just reported Nick Cardy had passed away; at age 93 or 94 not quite surprising but still upsetting. Twentyfive years or so agao when I started out collecting comics, it was his Aquaman covers that drew me to collect the Dutch reprints of that series, even before I knew who drew them. Just look at the one shown above. That’s a great image but also a brilliant hook, something that makes you want to read the story that it suggests. Almost all his Aquaman covers, especially the later ones, are like that.

Nick Cardy cover of Aquaman 45

What I also like about him were his women, like Aquagirl here, pretty, but like his men with bodies that looked tough and capable of doing all the stunts a superhero life requires. His women had actual muscles.

Gory Glory

Something that annoys me a lot is when a supposedly adult television show bleeps out swearing. It feels so childish to swear and than cover it up, as if nobody can figure out what was said. In comics it’s even more obnoxious, as seen in this example from Glory #30:

panel from Glory #30 showing swearwords blacked out

Then the very next page this happens:

panel from Glory #30 showing a man getting his head split in two

Ouch.

So why is ultraviolence, though cartoony ultraviolence okay, but mild swears like shit or fuck have to be blacked out? It seems silly to worry about bad language when every other page or so somebody’s jaw is graphically punched off.

Not that this should stop you from buying Glory, which is an absolutely brilliant superhero comic somewhat overshadowed by the success of Prophet and Saga and sadly therefore already cancelled. Smart writing by Joe Keatinge, great art from Sophie Campbell. I should do a proper review of this some time soon.

UPDATE: since Sophie Campbell has gone public with her transition, I thought it only decent to update her pronouns here.

Captain America

Vishav Jit Singh dressed as Captain America

So I was going to write a post about why I like Captain America, but Steven Attewell has already done it for me:

Because unlike other patriotism-themed characters, Steve Rogers doesn’t represent a genericized America but rather a very specific time and place – 1930’s New York City. We know he was born July 4, 1920 (not kidding about the 4th of July) to a working-class family of Irish Catholic immigrants who lived in New York’s Lower East Side.[1] This biographical detail has political meaning: given the era he was born in and his class and religious/ethnic background, there is no way in hell Steve Rogers didn’t grow up as a Democrat, and a New Deal Democrat at that, complete with a picture of FDR on the wall.

Steve Rogers grew up poor in the Great Depression, the son of a single mother who insisted he stayed in school despite the trend of the time (his father died when he was a child; in some versions, his father is a brave WWI veteran, in others an alcoholic, either or both of which would be appropriate given what happened to WWI veterans in the Great Depression) and then orphaned in his late teens when his mother died of TB.[2] And he came of age in New York City at a time when the New Deal was in full swing, Fiorello LaGuardia was mayor, the American Labor Party was a major force in city politics, labor unions were on the move, the Abraham Lincoln Brigade was organizing to fight fascism in Spain in the name of the Popular Front, and a militant anti-racist movement was growing that equated segregation at home with Nazism abroad that will eventually feed into the “Double V” campaign.

Then he became a fine arts student. To be an artist in New York City in the 1930s was to be surrounded by the “Cultural Front.” We’re talking the WPA Arts and Theater Projects, Diego Rivera painting socialist murals in Rockefeller Center, Orson Welles turning Julius Caesar into an anti-fascist play and running an all-black Macbeth and “The Cradle Will Rock,” Paul Robeson was a major star, and so on. You couldn’t really be an artist and have escaped left-wing politics. And if a poor kid like Steve Rogers was going to college as a fine arts student, odds are very good that he was going to the City College of New York at a time when an 80% Jewish student body is organizing student trade unions, anti-fascist rallies, and the “New York Intellectuals” were busily debating Trotskyism vs. Stalinism vs. Norman Thomas Socialism vs. the New Deal in the dining halls and study carrels.

And this Steve Rogers, who’s been exposed to all of what New York City has to offer, becomes an explicit anti-fascist. In the fall of 1940, over a year before Pearl Harbor, he first volunteers to join the army to fight the Nazis specifically. This isn’t an apolitical patriotism forged out of a sense that the U.S has been attacked; rather, Steve Rogers had come to believe that Nazism posed an existential threat to the America he believed in. New Deal America.

When handled properly, Captain America is a leftwing American icon; it’s no coincidence that he was created by two New York Jewish kids. In fact, he’s all but Jewish himself, even if the official backstory has him as Irish.It’s this background that makes it possible to imagine a Sikh Captain America, something much harder to do with a Superman or Batman.

Fukitor, transgression and willful misunderstandings

Right. I talked about Jason Karns’ Fukitor before, one of a new breed of independent comics that wallows in the dumb sexism, violence and racism of an earlier generation of comics; a 21st century Gun Fury, if that comic had gotten loving writeups in The Comics Journal. Charles Reece took exception to what I wrote, saying that he wasn’t “the least bit symathetic, for example, to Matthew Wisse’s [sic] view on transgression”, reducing my argument to:

In another words, something is transgressive (and “daring”) only when it violates another’s expectations, not his own committed leftism. Transgression is pissing off some imagined conservative, never the leftist who wants to understand why the other hates us so.

Which really missed the point. It’s not that Karns violates my own “committed leftism”, it’s that nothing he has done is actually all that dangerous; his work is about as trangressive as a Rambo movie, only with more gore and tits. If you use racist, ooga boga stereotypes “ironically”, you better use them to dish stronger fare than “American ninjas versus terrorists”.

To be honest, a lot of people confuse the use of racism, misogyny, torture or sexual violence with transgression, but popular culture is already drenched in these, so how could it be transgressive? All Karns has done is make it more blatant and gory. That really isn’t enough to make it interesting.

And again, it isn’t brave to indulge in the same racism that you can get anywhere already, just by smearing a thin layer of irony on top of it, nor is it cool to pat yourself on the back for enjoying this sort of thing because you are sure you can enjoy ironically and all the racism isn’t real; even though Karns said it was.