Taken Liberty – A Tale from the Arbiter Chronicles

ISBN: 978-0977385102
$17.95 (Book) $4.99 (eBook)

AER’LA ONLY WANTED TO BE FREE The Confederated Worlds are unparalleled as a society of free people, yet, somehow, slavery still manages to exist. Aer’La, a non-human, was bred to serve as a pleasure slave. Years ago, she escaped her masters and masqueraded as a human, joining the Confederate Navy, where she worked her way up to ship’s Bos’n under the heroic Captain Jan Atal. Now, Aer’La’s secret has been discovered by Atal’s superiors, the media, and the world at large. Branded a sociopath, she learns that even a free society isn’t willing to grant freedom – or justice – to all.

Review from Library Journal:

Though the Confederated Worlds have outlawed slavery, the traders of the Varthian system have perpetrated the institution under the guise of controlling the feral near-humans sharing their world, while in reality condemning them to lives of sexual servitude. When Bos’n Aer’La is exposed as a feral and a fugitive from her homeworld, the Varthians want her back, and the authorities of the Confederated Worlds decide to cooperate rather than cause an interplanetary incident. Neither Varthians nor the Confederation, however, reckons on the efforts of Aer’La’s commander, the legendary Capt. Jan Atal, and his crew, who face seemingly impossible odds to protect the freedom of a shipmate. The author of the Arbiter Chronicles, an award-winning audio drama, vividly brings to life a cast of compelling characters while telling a story that measures the cost of freedom. The far-future military setting should appeal to fans of David Weber’s “Honor Harrington” series as well as the military sf of David Drake. Recommended for most sf collections.

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The Arbiter Chronicles 09: The Eternal Warrior

Now assigned to the prestigious CNV Titan, the Arbiters encounter an immortal haunted by ghosts, who leads them to a bizarre, savage encounter on an alien world.

Listen to the free podcast: Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six

Way back in February, 2003, I premiered this, my first tribute to Edgar Rice Burroughs and his various immortal warrior characters like John Carter and Tarzan. Jack Carrington was a guy who’d been around for centuries–couldn’t even remember his own origins. He was haunted by the spirit of the woman he loved, and stalked by his equally immortal enemy. The plan was to score a trifecta with this live performance. Carrington would be voiced by Eric Pierpoint, his lady love by Pierpoint’s onscreen wife from Alien Nation, Michelle Scarabelli, and Alarthrask, the big bad, by Gary Graham. Well, as happens with live shows at SF cons, not everybody made it in time for the performance. Michelle had paying work, but Eric and Gary were on hand and had a ball doing this show (as you can hear from their chuckling in the background!)

This was the first of my second series Arbiter episodes, set aboard the Titan instead of the Arbiter, and introducing a new regular, Deputy Captain Phyn Darby.

Announcer – Paul Balze
Atal – David Keefer
Kaya – Beatrice Kondo
Darby – John Weber
Carson – Scott Farquhar
Cernaq – Renfield
Metcalfe – Steven H. Wilson
Pallas – Renee Wilson
Aer’La – June Swords
Faulkner – Cindy Shockey
Jack – Eric Pierpoint
Dantalia – Lynda King
Al – Gary Graham

Directed by Steven H. Wilson
Editing: Steven H. Wilson
Music: Scott D. Farquhar

 

 

 

She-Hulk Volume Four #2

(Or She-Hulk, Vol. 1, #99)

“Cause and Effect”

“99, I’ve waitin’ so long.  Oh 99, where’d we go wrong? Oh 99…”

Sorry.  Pardon the fragment of lyrics from Toto.  (“Who?” ask half the readers.  “Dorothy’s dog, right?”)  It’s just that I wanted to call attention to the fact that, 25 years after the first She-Hulk #1, we’ve finally reached issue #99.  That’s an average of less than four issues per year! Okay, so it says issue #2 on the cover.  Next issue it will say #100, promises our worthy assistant editor.

We continue the recent She-Hulk tradition of beautiful covers, and this one even has something to do with the story inside!  (Someone at Marvel musta missed that!)  And, although She-Hulk is very likely wondering, “whose comic is this, anyway?” as Hawkeye literally upstages her in the picture, it’s nice to see Hawkeye on a cover pretty much anytime.  Certainly, Greg Horn does justice to both our heroes.

We ended last issue with Jen and Pug entering his apartment at the end of the day, debating Jen’s professed intention to flout the rules of time travel and save the life of her dear friend Clint Barton, AKA the man called Hawkeye.

Detour #1:  Unless it’s just me being very dense (always possible), last issue left us with the clear impression that Pug’s unrequited love for Jen throughout Volume three had become, well, requited during the hiatus between volumes.  This belief is perpetuated as the argument over Jen’s “save Hawkeye” campaign continues between Jen and her boyfriend from opposite sides of the bathroom door.  It is Pug’s apartment, after all… and he did start the argument.  But he’s not the one finishing it.  I won’t say more.  Surprising (and disappointing) twist.  We’re clearly building toward something here, and building nicely.

Now, back on track with Jen’s time travel court case, for which the jury, selected from the recent past, includes Clint Barton.  Jen plans to let him know that he’s about to die.  She tries sign language during her cross-examination of a witness.  This is a nice reminder that Hawk should know sign language, being partially deaf and all.  Sadly, he’s also dense, like me, and doesn’t pick up on Jen’s message.  So, later, like Marty McFly, Jen writes Clint a letter, which she plans to hand to him at some point during the trial.

I think the most enjoyable part of this story, for me, is Jen’s refreshing disregard for the rules when Clint’s life is on the line.  This is atypical in modern comics, where death is slightly more inevitable on any given day than breakfast.  This, we are constantly reminded, is part of being alive, and should be viewed with detachment yada yada yada blah blah blah…

I’m glad that our Heroine doesn’t agree.  I hope other readers are also tired of hearing that death should be put in perspective.  Death should be told to take a flying leap.  Death is the enemy.  And comic writers need to stop giving aid and comfort to it!  (End of rant.  Swallowing my blood pressure meds, my prozac… okay… and we’re back.)

For those curious just where in the timestream this Hawkeye hails from, it’s confirmed that this is Hawk less than one year before his death.  So, if Jen happens to be successful in saving him, he won’t have missed much.  Hell, the only thing he’s likely to have forgotten would be Chuck Austen’s run on the Avengers, and that’s a good thing.  He and Hank and Jan can all be friends again.
The story arc is clearly not over with this issue, and I’ll not throw out any more spoilers.  Jen’s court case is resolved, though, with a very nice twist, and some nice slamming of petty lawyers (as opposed to good ones like Jen) in the personification of the prosecuting attorney at the end.

We’re building up to issue 100, where the Time Variance Authority has promised to erase Jen from history.  (Not sure how that could be in any way construed to be within safe guidelines for protecting the course of history, but these are bureaucrats, so…)  This is a result of her attempt to divulge knowledge of his imminent demise to Hawkeye.  I won’t say whether she succeeded in passing the info or saving Hawkeye, mostly ’cause we don’t really know yet.  Time — and issue #100 — will most likely tell.

The big centennial issue promises 40 pages of new material, plus reprints of issues #1 of both Volumes 1 and 2.  Pretty cool, even if you already own the reprinted issues.  Reprints keep comics history alive!

Until then, keep your gamma changer plugged in!

She-Hulk Vol. 4, # 2
“Cause and Effect”
Writer: Dan Slott
Penciller: Juan Bobillo
Inker: Marcello Sosa
Letterer: Dave Sharpe
Colorist: Dave Kemp
Editor: Tom Brevoort
Ass’t Editors: Schmidt, Lazer & Sitterson
Editor in Chief: Joe Quesada
Publisher: Dan Buckley
Cover: Greg Horn

Oh, Jesus, it’s Ayn Rand!

So, yeah, see, the trouble is that I’ve been too busy to do much reading lately. If I sit down and pick up a book, I just fall asleep! So here’s yet another non-review…

AynRandVersusJesusOkay, let’s by up-front and honest. I hate these things. Is there a term for them? These photos that get posted on Facebook, and presume to present the wisdom of the ages in sound bytes so simple that even a TV news anchor could repeat them and pretend to understand them. I’ve often been tempted to create one that says “if your political and/or life philosophy fits here, you shouldn’t be allowed to vote.” But I can’t decide what picture to put behind it.

Why do these things bother me so much? Because they are so simple and basic. They rely on unstated assumptions, and they carry with them the unspoken message “and if you don’t agree, then you not only can’t be my Facebook friend, you also can’t come into my bomb shelter, and you can’t breathe the same oxygen I do. Please die now.” Okay, that’s a little extreme, but they certainly don’t promote tolerance or the acceptance of any kind of middle ground. They’re all about polarization.

Case in point, the above photo of Ayn Rand side-by-side with an artist’s rendering of some Caucasian whom a lot of people will mistake for Jesus of Nazareth. Underneath each is a quote.  One is verifiably Rand’s: “I am against God. I don’t approve of religion. It is a sign of a psychological weakness … I regard it as evil.” The other is a translation of a translation of a second-hand account of something Jesus is alleged to have said, put to parchment nearly 40 years after Jesus’s death, possibly by a Syrian or Palestinian author: “It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.” (The Gospel of Mark 10:25. The same quote is attributed to Jesus in Matthew, as these two gospels are believed to pull a lot of material from the same sources. Indeed, as Mark is the oldest Canonical gospel, it may have been a source for Matthew.)

Beneath all this is the admonishment, “Dear Republican Party… Please choose one. Otherwise you’re doing it wrong.”

Okay, first question… What is “it?” This is another pet peeve of mine: using the word “it” in cases where the reader cannot determine from context what “it” is. It’s bad writing. It’s disorganized thinking. See? Both those “its” refer to the earlier, defined act of not giving a proper definition in context. But the viewer of this image is left to decide from his or her own knowledge and experience what the author means by “it.” In other words, he or she is left to try and read the author’s mind.

My telepathy tells me the author means “practicing political philosophy,” but my telepathy has been known to err.

Next question… What is the assumption? I said there’s an unstated assumption in all of these whatever-they-ares that litter social media. This one’s a little tricky. On the surface it’s that Jesus and Ayn Rand are of sufficiently equivalent stature that they should be compared at all.

Of course, from one perspective, they are.  If you look at the historical Jesus of Nazareth, son of a carpenter, and the historical Ayn Rand, daughter of a Russian pharmacist, you see a lot of similarities.

While only one of the people pictured is a Jew, both Ayn Rand and the historical Jesus were Jewish. Ms. Rand just hasn’t been divested of her Jewry through centuries of artistic interpretation, as has this sandy-haired gentleman above. Give it time, though. In a recent Marvel Comics publication, she was depicted assisting Nazis, so at least one modern socialist is unaware of her ethnic derivation. And many, many modern Christians have grown up believing that Jesus was a White, Anglo-Saxon Protestant.

Both were precocious – Rand taught herself to read at six, and Jesus debated the clergy at twelve. Both disapproved of the societies into which they were born. Both spoke to the masses about the correct way to live. Both had disciples. Both have their words published in many languages, and those words are still in print long after their deaths. Jesus has had a much longer run, of course, but then Rand got power of veto over the words attributed to her, and he didn’t.

They did, of course, espouse very different philosophies. Jesus was a First-Century Jewish Apocalyptic prophet who believed that all the evil in the world was about to bring about a cataclysmic change, and that the only hope for humanity was to profess faith in the God of Abraham. Rand believed that man’s purpose was to live for his own fulfillment and happiness, and that his intellectual achievements were all he had to protect him from evil. Jesus believed in helping anyone who needed help, in order to lead them to God. Rand believed that a lot of that “helping others” talk became just another excuse for the less weak to prey on the more weak, along the way stealing everything they could from those who were truly strong.

So here are two of the Chosen People who both wanted to make the world a better place, though they probably couldn’t have agreed on the color of the sky, much less on what the purpose of human existence is supposed to be.

Looked at that way, sure, you can place them side by side and say “Could two people be any more different? Their philosophies surely can’t be reconciled.”

But if you’re a traditional Christian (and by that I mean, not a fundamentalist or an evangelical, but any Christian who believes Jesus is a redeemer, a savior, a messiah. That he’s something more than a charismatic social activist.) then Jesus and Ayn Rand cannot be compared. One is divine, the other is mortal. Period. Which means that the image depends on the acceptance of a second assumption, and that is that Jesus is not, in fact, divine.

(I bet the creator of the image would argue that there’s another possibility – that people like Paul Ryan see Rand as a god just as much as they see Jesus as one. That possibility exists only in the universe engirdled by their sarcasm. It is not reality. I will pay a cash reward to the first person who produces one confirmed Christian, not suffering an illness cataloged in the DSM-IV, who just as devoutly professes that Ayn Rand is of divine origin.)

“Please choose one, otherwise you’re doing it wrong?” Whoever wrote that probably also says that if you don’t vote either Democrat or Republican, then you haven’t actually voted.

But I get it, I do get it. The point the artist is making is that Republicans like Paul Ryan have let another idol (Rand) displace God and Jesus in their eyes. They’re putting their devotion to Christian ideals aside to hold up a belief that’s anti-welfare, anti-universal health care, anti-centrally planned economies. Jesus, after all, would support government welfare…

Wouldn’t he?

Well, he’s not here to answer. But when those on the Left start using Jesus as an excuse for the welfare state, I start to ask what ever happened to separation of Church and state? I agree with those who don’t want to hear America called “A Christian Nation,” who don’t want prayer in school, and who think atheists and Pagans should be allowed to be Boy Scouts. America is not supposed to have a state religion. Why then, is it okay to suggest that the American system of government should be built on the un-verified philosophy of a man (because, if you don’t have a state religion, you can only recognize him as a man for purposes of public policy) who wasn’t even a U.S. citizen, simply because some of the population assign supernatural significance to him?

Jesus is also known for saying that citizens of Rome were to “render unto Caesar that which is Caesar’s,” by which he meant that government was for the world of human making, not the world of God’s making. In spiritual matters, he advised his followers to deal only with God. Charity, to Jesus, seems to me to have been a spiritual matter. I don’t think he necessarily would have agreed that the best way to aid the poor was to have an a-religious bureaucracy collect money and redistribute it. That takes away the whole reason behind Jesus’s belief in charity – that it’s how you bring lost sheep back to the fold of the Lord.

My friend (and he is truly a good friend) who posted this on Facebook explained to me that, to him, it meant that you can’t be a follower of both Rand and Jesus. And maybe that’s my essential problem. I have heroes. I am happy to say that Rand and Jesus are two of them. But I don’t do following. I prefer to develop my own personal philosophy and make my own decisions. And I can tolerate neither the suggestion that I should do otherwise, nor the implication that Paul Ryan or anyone else is too dull-witted to do anything but follow a master. That’s my religious faith: that all humans have a spark of divine fire and the capability to think for themselves. If they use it.

Finally, the quotes that were picked concern me. They’re accurate, but they don’t either one really touch the core of their authors’ belief systems. Well, maybe the Rand one does. She did consider any sort of groupthink to be evil, and, as Marx noted, religion is often nothing but dogma and groupthink.

As to the camel and the eye of the needle… sigh… Redistributors of wealth love this quote… It appears to say that wealthy people are all evil. That’s not, I believe, what it was meant to say. It was meant to say that those who are very attached to the worldly things (as a rich person is prone to be) have a very hard time connecting to the spiritual. I don’t think Jesus meant that Heaven had a maximum income law and you’d be booted out if you showed up in a Lexus (though you might be if I was in charge of the gate!) I think he just meant that a person who’s so focused on worldly success as to become rich would probably not even try to accomplish the spiritual connection that he believed was necessary to come into contact with God, and thus dwell in Heaven.

Who is spiritually connected, after all? Ghandi? The Dalai Llama? Mother Theresa? Not a Lexus-driver in the lot. Who composed spirituals? Not the people who donated the stained glass windows to the churches, I can tell you that. No, spirituals, which ultimately gave us the heavenly sounds of jazz, were sung by slaves and destitute ex-slaves, whose only hope for a decent, humane existence was the promise of the Kingdom of Heaven as described by Jesus.  People in desperate circumstances, are, of necessity, more spiritually oriented. Or, as I’ve frequently said to my friend Lance Woods, if we’d both been born penniless, he’d be Alfred Hitchcock now and I’d be Frank Capra. But we were born middle class, and so we never had full contact with our creative centers.

The Camel quote makes a valid point, but it’s so misquoted and misused that, well, it’s become meaningless.

And how about giving their most important quotes, instead of a couple selected by a cynic who hates Rand and distrusts Jesus, specifically to make them sound as diametrically opposed as possible. (Was that unfair? That may have been unfair. I don’t know the person who created this image. I assign to him/her the characteristics of the most malanthropic of the liberal atheists I have encountered. For all I know, the person is a liberal Christian who loves Jesus, or a conservative atheist Randite. But I doubt it.)

Ayn Rand said “Don’t work for my happiness, my brothers — show me yours — show me your achievement — and the knowledge will give me courage for mine.”

Jesus said, “’Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.’ This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’ All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments.”

Those two quotes, I think, much better serve to show what these exceptional people believed. I think it’s perfectly possible to recognize the greatness in both, without signing on to follow either.

My question is, would Ayn Rand or Jesus lend their moral support to any of the political candidates we’re currently being offered?

She-Hulk Volume Four #1

“Many Happy Returns”

A few months back (or maybe a few years – I’m getting old and losing all track of time!) there was a brief flutter of attention in comics fandom, because Bendis! Was offering a money-back guarantee on his Avengers Disassembled issues.  At the time, I thought, “What kind of a stunt is that?  Why not just make them good to begin with?”  Now, with only 25% of the Avengers Forever community saying they’ll be buying the new She?Hulk, I’m beginning to wish I had the funds to make a similar offer on Dan Slott’s behalf.

Bendis! never really needed to make such an offer, because both he and the Avengers command enough built-in interest to sell anything with either of their names on  it.  But, for reasons which escape me, neither Dan nor She-Hulk’s names seem to do the same.  That’s too bad, because, as is probably no secret around here, I think Dan is the best writer Marvel has right now.  (Aguirre-Sacasa’s catching up fast with Knights 4.  If you’re not reading it, you should be.)  Dan respects history, believes strongly in continuity, and the guy’s freakin’ funny to boot.

But, since I don’t have the funds to offer all of you your three bucks back (even though I don’t personally think you’d have cause to ask for them!), I’ll have to settle for continuing to tell you how good this book is.

The first issue of She-Hulk’s latest series came out this week.  As you may recall, we’re picking up on a Jen Walters who lost her ability to become Shulkie at the end of her last, 12-issue outing.  She’s found a way around that – a device called a gamma charger.  Like the super-weapon in your average Xbox game, however, the gamma charger needs to, well, charge.  So, when Jen, out jogging, comes upon a mugging, she has to handle it as plain Jen Walters.

Nor is this a bad thing, really.  We see that Jen’s learned Badoon spine-busters and Centauiran nerve jabs during She-Hulk’s travels, and that she can handle two very big muggers very well.  So well, in fact, that the watching Captain America and Mrs. Bendis – er – Spider-Woman – ask her to join the New Avengers.  This is a nice touch, because it lets us see that She-Hulk’s alter ego is no slouch, and that her strength of character is rooted in Jen.  We also get to see Jen tell Cap and Jessica “don’t call me, I’ll call you,” and even threaten to sue them on behalf of the mugging victim.  Nice little dig at the great New Avengers, and nice way to establish that Jen’s got her confidence intact.

In a scene which is an aftermath to a sort of mini-Disassembled, Jen returns to work at her newly-rebuilt law firm, and learns that the long boxes of comics, the super-human law firm’s reference library, are to be replaced by trade paperbacks… which are back-ordered.  Then, keeping up the Boston Legal feel of the book, we cut to the firm’s latest case – two minor super villains versus the Young Avengers, with a nice cameo by Vision and Cassie Lang.  This is one of the great parts of She-Hulk as a title: it’s very intergrated with the regular Marvel Universe.  House of M and its ilk notwithstanding, this is a quality which is very much part of the classic Marvel feel which Marvel at large has lost.    There’s a big difference between a cash-hungry, multi-title event and a happy integration of all the books in the line.  The former tends to annoy you, the latter just makes you feel like you’re reading a fully realized fantasy world.

Jen’s continuing therapy sessions with Doc Samson are refreshing, for all that many of us are probably tired of the therapy culture.  In a Marvel book, it’s nice to see a character take the time to feel bad about the awful things that have happened lately – particularly when she herself has been a mind-controlled tool of much awfulness.  Geoff Johns had Shulkie go nuts and trash a town, while Bendis! had her rip Vision in half.  She also feels some survivor’s guilt over the death of Hawkeye.

* SPOILER WARNING *

And, as luck and a healthy use of coincidence in storytelling would have it, Jen winds up trying a case which involves time travel, and requires a jury made up of people from other times.  One of those people is Clint Barton, presumably prior to the explosion which killed him in Avengers.  Jen’s reaction?  “Yep.  I’m gonna do it.  I’m bringing back Hawkeye.”

Here, we can only hope she’s speaking on behalf of her writer.  Like Jen, Dan probably realizes there are a lot of people out there screaming, “You can’t do that!”  Jen’s contingent is probably adding, “You must respect the laws of time travel!”  Dan’s is more likely expostulating, “You must respect the unwritten rule that a hero’s death is final for five year’s longer than a villain’s!”

Fortunately, both of them can answer, “Why not?  No one else does.”

Bobillo’s art is satisfying.  It’s not the heavy realism we see on House of M or New Avengers, but it suits the tone established in the previous series.  There’s a cartoony edge to it, but the action sequences are fluid, the characters’ faces and body language carry definite expressions, and there are variations of color and contrast which keep the book from looking murky and dark, as many current titles do.

Overall, a promising start and a welcome return.

She-Hulk, Volume Three, Issue Twelve

Rating: 4.5
Writer: Dan Slott
Penciler: Jan Bobillo
Inker: Marcelo Sosa
Colors: Avalon Studios’ Dave Kemp
Letterer: Dave Sharpe
Asst Editors: Schmidt , Lazer & Stitterson
Editor: Tom Brevoort
Editor-in-Chief: Joe Quesada
Publisher: Dan Buckley
Decmember, 2005
2.99
T+
Cover by Greg Horn

Great Lakes Avengers #2

“Dismembership Drive”

Warning:  Spoilers throughout

This one nails it all: much-hyped Super-Hero deaths, Infinite Crisis, the Justice Department and its owners, the RIAA and MPAA, Batman…  Nothing is safe in the Great Lakes Avengers’ second issue.  We begin with another intro by Squirrel Girl, in which, in grand Lemony Snicket style, she warns us that this issue will be a downer.  She goes on to ask us if we, like her, miss the days when super-heroes fought super-gorillas on the Moon, and that.  She bemoans the coming of an age when comic book reality is something you want to escape FROM, not TO.

You go, Squirrel Girl!

Again, SG (who actually joins this issue!) reminds us not to mimic the actions of the suicidal Mister Immortal, “especially on page seven.  That’s where he downloads stuff from the Internet for free.”  Yeah, that’s much more dangerous than shooting yourself in the head or throwing yourself, weighted down, in a river, as he did last issue.  Sadly, our Justice Department would probably have us believe this is the case.  The slam against the Internet Gestapo is also subtle enough that it might be mistaken for a clever reminder that Marvel’s copyrights should be respected.

The GLA goes on a recruiting drive this time ’round, asking, well… everyone to join.  Some of the invitees get a whole sequence to themselves.  The new Swordsman:  “I’m not Clint Barton.”  “But I heard on the Internet…”; Moon Knight:  “the Moon Knight must remain an urban legend!”  (No mention is made that MK was a West Coast Avenger.); Spider / Wolverine / Daredevil “I’m a loner.”  The rest of the heroes (Including Awesome Andy and that Perez-drawn guy from FF in the 70s… Captain something or other) are shown in a montage of single panels, saying, “No!”  This is a beautiful copy of the recruitment sequence from Villains United #1, released the same week as GLA #2.  I don’t know if Slott knew this was coming, but the parody works very well, even if it’s not intentional.

Finally, with Flatman and Doorman announcing themselves as the (great lakes) AVENGERS, Squirrel Girl and Grasshopper join, Grasshopper to die only moments later, accidentally shot through the head.  Brilliantly reminiscent of the death of another colorful bug, but a lot less painful to watch, cause’ well… sorry, guy, you’re not a Ditko-created character with a forty-year history.

So we get the “death of an Avenger.”  I, personally, was sorry to see the grasshopper go.  He was no more of a shameless ripoff or a buffoon than any of the other GLA members, and I thought he really had that silly, old Marvel feel.  Like someone who really would wind up working security for one of the big corps of Marvel Land.  (I reference Guardsman working for Stark, Hawkeye working for Cross Security, the Squadron Supreme working for Roxxon.)  His intro and death in one issue work very well, though.  He was an Avenger for a matter of minutes, so the promise of last issue is filled on a mere technicality.  Another jibe, this one at the practice of slithering out of the  advance hype by killing someone we’ve never heard of.

An aside, just ’cause I like to pretend I’s a knowledgeable comics historian…  The concept of “One of these heroes will DIE!” goes back to Adventure Comics #353, dated February, 1967.  The Legion of Super Heroes story in this issue featured the death of Ferro Lad, quite possible the first death of a continuing comics character, and certainly of a costumed super-hero, ever.  (Steve Trevor, Larry Lance and the original Doom Patrol would not buy their respective farms for at least another year.)  If you can think of an earlier one, I’ll ask Stan Lee to send you a No-Prize.

This then-fresh concept was written by then-teenager Jim Shooter, later to become EIC at Marvel.  Of course, the death-eater-tempting verbiage on the cover probably came from editor Mort Weisinger.  Still, it’s interesting to note that Shooter appears to have touched off a rash of deaths in 1967.  John Byrne later apologized to comics fandom (no, not for being the godfather of Disassembled, for which he should apologize!) for touching off the rash of deaths by killing Phoenix.  But, while Byrne reportedly did want to kill Phoenix when X-Men 137 was plotted, the death didn’t actually get written and drawn until it was order by Marvel EIC… um… yeah… Jim Shooter.   Coincidence?  I think not.

Back to GLA, another death is promised for next issue, of course.  That seems to be the point of the series.

Overall, another fine job by Slott, Pelletier, Magyar and company, in the fine tradition of She-Hulk.  This issue is even a little step up from last issue, in which the Dark part of “Dark Comedy” occasionally outweighed the “Comedy” part.  This one is more fun, despite the untimely death of poor Grasshopper.  (Who, after all, could easily join the Unliving Legion and show up again.)  GLA is like one long in-joke for long-time and recent comics afficianados alike.  It’s almost a review in itself of the state of the comic industry, at least at the big two companies.  Gotta say, I’m enjoying this a lot more than I’ve enjoyed an Avengers comic since the first half of Busiek’s run.

Great Lakes Avengers, Volume One, Issue Two
“Dismembership Drive”
Rating: 4.75
Writer: Dan Slott
Pencils: Paul Pelletier
Inks: Rick Magyar
Colors: Will Quintana
Letters: Dave Lanphear
Editor: Tom Brevoort
Cover Art: Pelletier, Magyar, & Quintana
Publisher: Marvel

Great Lakes Avengers #1

I will not say that Dan Slott has made comics fun again.

I won’t.

Because, if I did say it, it might mean that he’s taken characters we loved, squeezed them through an emotional and physical wringer, re-written their history as everyone understood it (into something no one ever will) and replaced the old concept with something highly marketable… this month.

Sorry, but every time someone writes an Identity Crisis, an Avengers Disassembled, an Infinite Crisis… there’s always a text page or an interview with the editor, saying “when we conceived this, we all sat down and asked ourselves, ‘what do we love about comics?’  And we’re going to use that information to make comics fun again!”  Not that there wasn’t some value for someone in all of those works.  Personally, I enjoyed Identity Crisis.  But I’ve learned to distrust the promise about making comics fun.  The stated intent to do so too often accompanies a product that gets your attention, but leaves you feeling doubtful about the benevolence of God at worst, the creative team at best.

So I will not tell you that, first with She-Hulk, then with Spidey/Human Torch, and now with GLA, Dan Slott is making Marvel comics fun again.  It’s a shame I can’t tell you, too.  Cause’s there’s quite a list of stuff that’s, well… mustn’t… use… f-word…

The “Misassembled” logo stamped across the cover, reminiscent of BMB and Joey Q’s excellent marketing campaign a few months back?  Fun?  I neither confirm nor deny.  But it does set a tone of parody for the whole project.

Squirrel Girl’s Laemmle-esque* appearance on the splash page, for instance, to tell us that she won’t appear in the story, and that kids shouldn’t try at home what the Great Lakes Avengers try on the printed page.  Not anything.  Can’t tell you it’s fun.

The “Monkey Joe Says” asides, cajoling fan-boys to write Marvel and protest being stereotyped as overweight, aging basement-dwellers, or reminding us that child-endangerment is never funny.  Would you say they were fun?  You probably would.  I can’t.  I took the oath.

Mr. Immortal’s completely inappropriate reaction to the news of Hawkeye’s Death?  (“This is awesome!” Don’t you get it?  This means from now on… we’re the Avengers!”)  Hawkeye’s death could never be funny for a longtime Avengers fan, but this at least gives it that hint of farce which says, “Hey, it’s comics!  Nothing is forever!”

Learning Mr. Immortal’s origin?  Okay, not fun a lot of the time.  Poor guy had a tragic life.  Dead Mom.  Dead Dad.  Dead girlfriend.  Death as an imaginary friend.  The key word, Mr. Spock, is d-d-death.  This tale really brings out the not-fun side of being immortal.  Sometimes you just want it all to end, and, for him, that ain’t gonna happen.

(And in the Not fun at all department?  The Cup O’ Joe column.  Seriously.  It’s like always being reminded who’s President.  Bipartisan slam, kids.  That’s been painful for me since about 1980.)

Actually, I don’t know if Dan Slott and company set out to make comics fun again.  Given the road-to-hell type examples above, it’s probably better if they didn’t.  But they have made a practice of  making their stories incorporate everything that was fun for me in the Marvel Comics of the pre-Shooter days.

Slott’s comics bring back the pleasure of discovery, or re-discovery.  He touches on all the characters, new and old, who make up the tapestry of the Marvel Universe.  Some of them are heavy hitters.  Some of them are second-rate.  Some of them are jokes.  Some of them are just downright bizarre.  They’re all colorful, though, ’cause it’s comics.  (Pre-eighties comics, I stress.  Isn’t it a crying shame that, as color printing has become more sophisticated, comics have gotten less colorful?)

The GLA are generally likable.  No, they don’t always like each other.  And sometimes they’re not always nice.  But even their fights are funny.  Like Johnny and Ben.  Cap and Hawkeye.  Spidey and Jonah.  The Hulk and… well… everyone.  Despite their flaws, we could love the characters.  I wouldn’t want to hang with Wolverine or the Punisher, ’cause they’d probably bring rope.  I wouldn’t want to date the White Queen, ’cause she’d probably burn my mind out before the evening got good.  And take my wallet.  I wouldn’t want Jarvis to serve me tea in the Avengers Mansion now, even if it weren’t still standing, ’cause it might blow up at any moment, and I’d be surrounded by death and dismemberment.

Don’t get the impression that GLA is all pretty, either.  [SPOILER ALERT]  Like I said, it parodies Disassembled, and has some of that epic’s elements.  There’s a lot of death.  The book begins and ends with Mr. I shooting himself in the head.  We see his whole family die in flashback, except for the foster father we despise and want to see die…   We see the tragic death of Dinah Soar, poor mute thing, right after she has found her voice and declared her undying love for Mr. I.

And, while taking some cues from AD, it doesn’t feel the need to deliver an explosion a minute, or make us cry “Game Over, Man!” with every third panel.  It does give the feeling, though, that change is in the air.  We get the sense that this whole team might just bite the big one, so Slott can create the New Great Lakes Avengers. 

But I bet Spidey and Wolverine won’t be invited to that party.  She-Hulk, though… now there’s a thought…

* Carl Laemmle, father of Universal Studios’ classic 1930’s horror films, including Dracula, Frankenstein and the Invisible Man, introduced his first horror outing by appearing “on stage” and warning viewers that the movie might actually scare the pants off them.  Who says this isn’t still the Marvel Age of the Fabulous Footnote?  — Not Stan Steve

GLA, Issue One

Rating: 4.5

Writer: Dan Slott

Penciler: Paul Pelletier

Inker: Rick Magyar

Colors: Will Quintana

Letterer: Dave Lanphear

Asst Editors: Schmidt, Moore & Lazer

Editor: Tom Brevoort

Editor-in-Chief: Joe Quesada

Publisher: Dan Buckley

June, 2005

2.99

PSR

 

She-Hulk Volume Three #12

“Some Disassembly Required”

“Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.”

(William Shakespeare
From The Tempest, Act 4 Scene 1)

What can I say but… oh, I promised the guys at AF.org I wouldn’t swear, didn’t I?  In that case, I guess I can’t say much.  You just pick your favorite obscene and profane words and fill in the blanks on what I’d like to say about having just discovered that the twelfth issue is the last issue of the current She-Hulk series.  I had no idea.  See, I read comics.  Not Previews.  Not CBG.  I read comics.  (Not that I don’t also read books, but… you get the idea.)  So I very rarely know (especially in these days of Marvel marketing) just what is and what isn’t a mini-series.

But on to my reactions to She-Hulk #12.  And now I can give utterance to my first reaction:  “Wow!”  I don’t know what was my favorite part of this incredible finale to an incredible series.  Oh, yep, I do.  More in a sec.  First, the shining moments that made this book such a pleasure:

Seeing the Scarlet Witch (if only for a panel) with no reference to her Bendisization, and no suggestion that she would have been better served if only Jessica Jones had been around to keep her on the straight and narrow.

Doc Samson suggesting that Titania’s obsession with She-Hulk might be sexual.

Hercules as a construction worker.

The Avengers in action in broad daylight, without dead bodies falling from every window.

Jen and Stu at a comic shop, looking for a way to combat the infinity gem, and their resultant verbal battle with a local fen over the perceived continuity errors in the book this past year.  S’a much nice way to answer your critics than flaming them on the internet, or getting your associate editor to call them names on the letters page.

Awesome Andy’s pathetic message “Help… Dying… Scared,” and Holden’s paternal reaction to same.

Stu telling off the continuity creeps and showing off his precious No-Prize.  Jen telling Stu he’s her favorite kind of fan.

Titania, imprisoned, asking Jen to be her lawyer.

Holden telling Jen that “This will all be back… in time.”  “When?” asks Jen.   “Eight months…”  We can only hope it’s true.

But my hands-down favorite part of this book is Holden’s speech  at the end: “… It doesn’t matter how much good work we do here, month in and month out… In the end, it’s far easier to garner attention by tearing something down.  We’re a race of rubber-neckers, Jennifer.  A society more entertained by acts of destruction than by the fruits of creation.”  Consider Holden’s talking about the ruins of Timely Plaza, and the offices of gentlemen with names like Lieber (Lee) and Kurtzberg (Kirby), it’s pretty easy to take his inference: that much of what’s “hot” at Marvel Comics right now (and, for that matter, at DC back in the 90s) plays on the perverse love of seeing great works torn down.  That the Bendises and the Marzes (and sometimes the Byrnes) of the world can make it seem that it’s more exciting or important to disassemble the Avengers, or invalidate Green Lantern’s legacy than it was to build that group or establish that legacy.

Really, it’s neither, and Dan Slott’s work shows us that.  He’s writing, good, solid comics, comics which respect the traditions we grew up on and love.  Comics which make us laugh with joy and irony, and sympathize with the pains and cheer the triumphs of our heroes.  Seems to me a couple guys names (gasp!) Lee and Kirby used to do that kind of work.  And they did it without finding it necessary to tear down all that had come before.  And they could do that because they were talented.  They didn’t have to use gimmicks.  They didn’t have to shock us to make us feel something.  They didn’t have to kill people just to get our attention.  They didn’t have to turn our heroes into psychopaths to prove to us that they were humans and therefore flawed.

I know, I know.  Change is necessary for growth.  We can’t just keep telling the same stories over and over again.  (Though we can twist them around, weaken their punch, slap “Ultimate” in front of their title and try.  To quote a comics fan named Cheeks, “I’m just sayin’ is all…”)  But I don’t think Dan Slott and company told the same story we’ve seen before.  He’s told new ones, but they feel as good as the old ones did.  Better, they feel as good as our memories of the old ones do.  After all, reading The Avengers Celestial Madonna saga for the first time in 1975 isn’t nearly as much fun as as being 40 and remembering being ten, reading it for the first time.

Sometimes, as the title implies, some disassembly is required.  Some of the established concepts bear a second, critical look.  Some things should change.  Some things can be made better.  And some of the worst mistake in history are really just our poor, human attempts to try and make it all better.  Still, in the case of the Marvel Universe, and with that sense of Deja Vu I’m still getting after having lived through Heroes Reborn ’bout ten years back, I can’t help echoing Jen’s sentiment when she looks at the ruins of Timely Plaza, which Herk has offered to rebuild as an Olympian palace.   “I’d rather they just put it back the way it was.”

Lady, you said an ever-lovin’ mouthful!

She-Hulk, Volume Three, Issue Twelve

Rating: 5.0
Writer: Dan Slott
Penciler: Paul Pelletier
Inker: Rick Magyar
Colors: Avalon Studios’ Dave Kemp
Letterer: VC’s Dave Sharp
Asst Editors: Lazer, Schmidt & Wiley
Editor: Tom Brevoort
Editor-in-Chief: Joe Quesada
Publisher: Dan Buckley
April, 2005
2.99
PSR
Cover by Mayhew

She-Hulk Volume Three #11

Okay… I predicted the time would come, and it has.  After eleven issues of blissful ignorance of the events of Avengers Disassembled, the She-Hulk comic has, with issue 11, acknowledged that this travesty — er tragedy — occurred, and begun dealing with the consequences.

One of the wonderful things about pre-Ultimate Marvel is that all the events took place in one world.  Events which happened in one comic were not only remembered in others, but actively reinforced in our memories in other comics.  So, when the Avengers lineup changed on live TV in issue 151, we saw Ben Grimm watching the proceedings in a Thing exo-suit, reminding us that, in FF, Ben was currently de-powered.  And when the Beast made a three-issue guest shot in his alma-mater book, The Uncanny X-Men back around issue 112, he was not only absent from the Avengers, his absence was a significant story point in Avengers — he had to leave monitor duty, and thus pissed off HP Gyrich.

I’m sure part of this connectedness was an attempt to sell more comics — to make you feel you were missing something if you didn’t read all the Marvel books.  Maybe part of it was sales.  Still, it’s a helluva a lot nicer tactic than splattering “Disassembled” on the front of books which have nothing to do with the Avengers or their storyline.  It was a subtle tactic, and it had the by product of making the Marvel Universe seem more real.

We don’t get that today — no even across all those books which are nominally part of a big story arc.  When Washington was decimated during the Kang War, its destruction was mentioned in no other Marvel title.  Even in the Disassembled books, when Manhattan was kidnapped in FF, its absence was not mentioned in books which were set in Manhattan.

But count on She-Hulk to buck the trend, and do things the old Marvel way.  Most of this issue — the parts that don’t consist of Titania threatening death to everyone in her wake while she looks for Jen — deals with Jen trying to come to terms with the tragic events of the last year or so in The Avengers.  I don’t mean that Brevoort let Austen and Bendis fillet the Avengers, I mean that Jen’s gone all Cousin-Bruce-bestial twice, trashed a town and ripped the Vision in twain.

It was good to see Jen crying over Vizh’s demise.  It was good to see anyone crying over it.  Marvel has become the stiff upper lip set lately, when it comes to death.  Vision gets torn in half after erupting baby Ultrons, and his teammates barely even say “oh bummer.”  Phoenix gets killed in what is perhaps the worst piece of plotting Grant Morrison ever committed, and Scott Summers just hops into bed with Emma Frost without so much as an “Oh… Jean…”  Where’s the feeling that these characters, if not their writers, consider each other to be something more than plot points in something that looks more like a shoot-em-up video game than a comic?  Apparently, that feeling is in She-Hulk, maybe Astonishing X-Men, and nowhere else.

That said about the welcome moment of mourning, I feel Jen’s ability to distance herself from responsibility is a little too easy.  Yeah, Wanda made her do it (would someone please explain WHY?), but it was her hands that killed Vizh.  We think.  Jen seems to think.  Is he dead?  Wasn’t he dead when the Ultrons pulled that John-Hurt-From-Alien stunt on him?  I’m not sure.  Maybe Bendis is.  It really hasn’t been explained, because, well, Vision doesn’t really matter.  He hasn’t been ultimized, so why should we care?

Back to She-Hulk…  Reflecting on all this, she asks, “Why do I have to live in a world where stuff like that can happen?”  And that strikes a responsive chord for me, as I’m sure it does for many readers.  We’re asking, “Why do I have read about a world where stuff like that can happen? Can’t things just go back to the way they used to be?”  This makes Jen very identifiable for the audience this book seems to really be geared to — longtime Marvel readers who miss the old Marvel Universe, and readers who might like to know how that Universe survived almost forty years before being Ultimized.

Along with this, because this is not, primarily, an angst-driven book, we have Jen wondering why she’s, well… Jen again sometimes.  Didn’t she lose her ability to change back to her white-skinned form?  Like, forever?  Reed told her — and herein Slott lampoons one of the oldest cliches of the Marvel Universe — “I’m sorry, Old Friend, but this time it’s permanent” — without making Reed look like an ass, or, worse, the Ultimates’ Hank Pym.  Reed told Jen wrong.  But he did it on Doc Samson’s orders.  She can change back to Jen, when her subconscious has had enough.  And, at issue’s end, it’s apparently had enough right as Titania wants to kill She-Hulk.  Hidden death wish?  Time will tell…

The issue has the usual round of humorous bits and asides.  Ditto being crushed by a door under Titania’s weight can’t be fun for him, but it’s quite an image.  Southpaw begging to be let out of her ultra-secure room so she can pee… She’s not allowed to pee a night?  Get a jar, girl! My favorite humorous throwaway has to be the hero in purple at the law office, who’s been thrust forward in time from the forties.  He wants to have his will revoked, so he can get some cash.  We’ll probably never see him again, but the book is full of these little asides which would be stories in themselves… reminding us that the Marvel Universe is still there, even if all those Ultimized books are only showing us a drab, narrow slice of it…  When we’re ready for it, it’ll be there waiting for us… Pretty good feeling for $2.99.  Cheaper than Prozac, anyway.

She-Hulk, Volume Three, Issue Eleven

Rating: 4.5
Writer: Dan Slott
Penciler: Paul Pelletier
Inker: Rick Magyar
Colors: Avalon Studios’ Dave Kemp
Letterer: VC’s Dave Sharp
Asst Editors: Lazer, Schmidt & Wiley
Editor: Tom Brevoort
Editor-in-Chief: Joe Quesada
Publisher: Dan Buckley
March, 2005
2.99
PSR
Cover by Mayhew

She-Hulk Volume Four #21

“Another Me, Another U”

And here we are again… another “Dan Slott’s last issue of She-Hulk.”  Seems like only… well, it was only 22 issues ago, wasn’t it?  But this time, sadly, it looks to be not a dream, not an imaginary story.  Dan’s off to other projects, notably Avengers: The Initiative.  Hardly a fit substitute for his 37-issue run on She-Hulk, is it?  We can but hope that his humor and his love of Marvel as something other than a platform for shock-and-awe will begin to show through on that lamentable title.  (And AI is improving, to give Dan his due.)

And what a send-off Dan and Ty and Rick and Cliff have given us!  “Another Me, Another U” is a loving parody of the DC Comics Earth-One / Earth-Two stories of days gone by, and a pleasant nod to the Distinguished Competition’s current Countdown series, in which the powers-that-be are attempting to deal with the problem of a reborn multiverse, and the resultant problem of those pesky humans insisting on opening doors between its component universes.

We open with Shulkie battling the Rhino.  But didn’t Tony Stark (Boo! Hiss! Oh, and don’t miss the Iron Man trailer!  http://www.apple.com/trailers/paramount/ironman/  ‘Nuff Said!)  Didn’t Tony de-power She-Hulk forever?  And isn’t Rhino in a wheelchair?  Turns out the combatants are something called Alphas.  They’re arrested, we turn the page, and… God bless you, Dan Slott!  Thanks for one last set of cameos by old friends.  What more can this 33-year Avengers fan ask than to see a non-disassembled Scarlet Witch, not to mention a living Jack of Hearts, the 3-D Man, Monica Rambeau… wow.  Sorry, but the Scarlet Witch is and always will be my favorite Marvel character.  Seeing even one panel of her whole and healthy is therapeutic for me since she’s been sacrificed on the alter of courting new readers with death, destruction and darkness.

What’s going on here?  What’s an Alpha?  Why are we seeing people we shouldn’t be seeing, in forms they shouldn’t have?  It’s all about a guy named Albert DeVoor.  Surely you remember him?  No?  Neither did I, till this issue came out.  He was the guy who bought the Fantastic Four, way back in FF #160.  (Coincidentally the first issue of FF this reviewer ever bought at the ole’ 7-11.)  DeVoor was part of a storyline concerning a multi-dimensional war, and one of the involved dimensions was an alternate earth where Reed Richards had become the Thing, while his dear friends Ben and Sue Grimm had not similarly become cosmic-ray powered heroes.

Seems DeVoor’s new business is inter-dimensional vacations.  It works like this: denizens of the alternate Earth-A are sent through an atomic re-sequencer to Earth-B (the real one), where they’re realigned at the atomic level, so that they now share the powers of their Earth-B counterparts.  (On Earth-A, only Reed is super-powered.  On Earth-B, pretty much everyone is.  Except maybe J. Jonah Jameson.  Heck, even Aunt May has the power to have a heart attack every month!)

Some time back, Jen Walters Alpha went through this process, and became Earth-B’s second She-Hulk.  (Mystery solved! It was THIS Jen who slept with the Juggernaut during Chuck Austen’s time on X-Men.)  Now she still has the powers, because Tony Stark didn’t get his creepy little nanites into her.  All of this is exposited (exposed?) in a nice little sequence featuring Slott-standby Captain Ultra.  Nice to see him again, too.

In the classic fashion of stories in which the heroes of two earths meet, Jen-B and Shulkie-A become buddies, and even propose trading places in dimensions, since Earth-B needs a She-Hulk, and Earth-A knows how to live without one.  The big sequence where all the Alphas are returned is nice.  Jen gives Reed Richards-Beta the telling-off he absolutely deserves, and Teddy Altman’s Earth-A counterpart demands of our own Hulkling, “You registered?  You joined the army under our names?”  Meanwhile, his laddie-love Wiccan of Earth-A wonders, “We’re in the Initiative?  What idiot thought that was a good idea?”

The final resolution and set-up for the Peter David run of the title is cleverly done, and actually manages to give readers of all stripe the endings they wanted to see for Jen and Pug.  (Except for those mental cases who probably wanted Pug to die with the Baxter Building dropped on his sternum.  You know who your are!)

Next time, a whole new beginning for Shulkie.  I’m reserving judgment as to whether I’ll continue reviewing the title.  I have to look Peter David in the eye when he makes his multi-annual trips to my home town, after all.  I’m sure he’ll do a great job, but I’ll certainly miss the She-Hulk we’ve come to know and love for the past four years.

She-Hulk, Volume Four, Issue Twenty-One
Rating: 5.0
Writers: Dan Slott & Ty Templeton
Pencils: Rick Burchett
Inks: Cliff Rathburn
Colors: Avalon Studios’ Andy Troy
Letterer: Dave Sharpe
Production: Rich Ginter
Asst Editors: Molly Lazer
Editor: Tom Brevoort
Editor-in-Chief: Joe Quesada
Publisher: Dan Buckley
JULY, 2007
2.99
Rated T+
Cover by Greg Horn