The Hidden

Why don’t I read more Richard Sala books? The guy is a genius, and I have liked everything I have read by him. The Hidden is an excellently paced tale with roots in a classic story, a lot of macabre touches and dark humour.

It opens with what appears to be the world ending. A bearded man hides in dark corners as bizarre humanoid creatures run amok, killing everyone they see. He manages to escape the town and suddenly wakes in a cave, his beard much longer and unable to remember much about his past. He meets a young couple whose car has broken down and offers to lead them to a rest stop that might be safe. As they travel, they meet another young couple and trade stories. When they arrive at the rest stop, it does prove to be a safe place – for a while.

Sala is, to my mind, the heir to Edward Gorey as the king of dark and creepy and wonderful comics; but Sala’s style is also more contemporary, comfortably depicting both monsters and cute college girls on the same page. He combines idiosyncratic linework and lettering with a muted colour palette to create what is a unique place in comics.

The G.N.B. Double C

The Great Northern Brotherhood of Canadian Cartoonists is a sort-of-graphic-novel from the sketchbooks of Seth, who is probably as well known these days for his book and packaging design as he is for his comics. One of his passions is the study and celebration of classic cartoonists, so much so that his sketchbooks have become a repository for semi-fictional tales of their exploits. The GNBCC takes place in an alternate world where Canada once celebrated its cartoonists as Seth would, erecting statues and supporting regional headquarters that resemble gentlemen’s clubs.

Seth’s narrator takes us on a tour through the central HQ; the only one left apart from an archive in the arctic circle. The book ruminates on the passing of time and the GNBCC’s members, digressing occasionally to describe the achievements of some and failures of others. The discussion includes Doug Wright, an actual titan of Canadian cartooning for whom our national awards are named, and who is the subject of an enormous tome that Seth also designed.

I don’t know my Canadian comics history as well as I might (though I do know some), so I cannot always be sure about the references, but it seemed that there were passages about Richard Comely, the creator of Captain Canuck who was also a little wacky about politics; and I wonder if Henry Pefferlaw is supposed to represent the late Martin Vaughn-James.

Like much of Seth’s work, The GNBCC is a smart and well-drawn, charming and aloof tale with some dark moments. He dedicates it to “honorary Canadian” Joe Matt and enshrines his other close friend Chester Brown within this fictional society. I was about to write “sadly fictional”, as if it is a shame that the GNBCC does not actually exist, but honestly, I’m not sure that it is. The GNBCC was a nice place to visit but I don’t think I want to live there.

Anya’s Ghost

Sheridan alumnus Vera Brosgol hits a home run with her debut YA graphic novel Anya’s Ghost, about a teenaged Russian immigrant who has worked hard to assimilate but still feels like an outsider. Anya discovers that things could be much worse when she falls down a hole in a field and lands next to the long-lost remains of Emily, a girl who died under sinister circumstances during World War I. Emily’s ghost haunts the skeleton, unable to stray far from it, but when Anya is rescued she accidentally sweeps one of Emily’s small finger-bones into her backpack and brings Emily with her. Not surprisingly, Emily does not want to go back, so she promises to help Anya with her problems, fetching answers for tests and finding out how to attract a certain boy. The more Emily does, however, the more Anya starts to suspect that Emily is not as helpful as she appears.

Brosgol, herself a Russian immigrant, constructs a smart and well-paced script around familiar YA themes of self-discovery and ethical choices versus wanting to fit in. Anya is a (literally) well-drawn character with family and friends that we can easily identify with. The art style is very polished, reminding me a bit of Craig Thompson and Hope Larson, but by no means derivative. And while teenaged girls are the obvious target for Anya’s Ghost, anyone who loves great comics would be well-served to check it out. My congratulations to Vera Brosgol, I can’t wait to see what she does next.

The Abyss Gazes Also

Katherine Wirick recently wrote at The Hooded Utilitarian about how we could interpret Rorschach, every fanboy’s favourite psychopath, as a victim of rape. She points to the incident where two older boys threaten to take down young Walter’s pants, supposedly so as to molest him, resulting in Walter taking out some of his considerable rage on the boys. Walter was emotionally and probably physically abused, by his mother and perhaps her clients; but not raped.

I see no reason to add rape to Rorschach’s motivation or backstory when there is no real evidence for it, and a more obvious answer is literally staring us in the face. It is in the mask and the name that Walter Kovacs chose to fight what he calls crime. The Rorschach ink blot test is a psychological device designed to reveal aspects of the patient’s personality indirectly, through their own impressions. In Watchmen, it reinforces the fact that Rorschach is our window into that world, through his journal and otherwise. He is our avatar, our abyss to gaze into. For those of us used to reading American superhero comics, he is the closest (albeit warped) thing we have to the uncompromising good guy who wants justice.

What drives Rorschach is indeed the violence and sexual issues recounted by Wirick; but I have a feeling that all of those details are in Walter’s history not to paint him as a revenge-seeking victim, but rather as a Freudian superhero. I think that one of Alan Moore’s goals was to posit Rorschach in this way against Ozymandias, who is arguably the Jungian superhero: creative and self-actualized, “making himself feel” the wrongs he perpetrates in the name of the greater good. Jungian ideas (especially synchronicity) also permeate the character of Dr. Manhattan, and Jung is quoted at the end of Manhattan’s dialogue with Laurie about her origins.

If you look at Watchmen through the lens of psychology rather than trying to bend the characters to mainstream superhero archetypes, an assortment of motivations and disorders is readily apparent: megalomania, sociopathology, parental issues, repressed memories, sexual dysfunctions and more. It is not only Rorschach who is his face; most of these people are “functional” only in costume, whatever form the costume takes. The Rorschach “birth scene” where he kills the child rapist, which Wirick views as indicative of Kovacs’ own history, is more likely the kind of catharsis-through-psychosis described by R.D. Laing, whose book Knots is also depicted in Watchmen (at one point being torn in half by a minor character, as a visual echo of Ozymandias slicing through the Gordian knot).

Watchmen itself is a Rorschach test, filled with imagery and ideas that we can choose to interpret as we wish. Does Rorschach’s journal get found and reveal Veidt’s lies? Does Dr. Manhattan create a different world to try again? Is the recurring imagery of the smiley face button evidence of some creator’s plan, or merely the kind of amazing coincidence that Dr. Manhattan admires? The way we answer reveals aspects of our personality as much as any inkblot could.