The
Tearoom of Despair is closed for the summer holidays, because it’s hard to get
worked up about things when you could be sitting on a sunny beach, sipping cool
cider and watching the waves roll in.
(Normal
service will resume, as ever, on January 7.)
But
there is always room for a best of list at this time of year. It’s always
impossible to compare the quality of vastly different comics, just because they
share a medium. But I can truly say which ones I enjoyed the most, and which
ones had the biggest emotional punch, and it was surprisingly easy to rank that
enjoyment.
There
are the usual caveats: Despite a brilliant local library and a $40 a week
habit, I haven’t read everything I would like, and reserve the right to
retroactively declare that the best comics of the year included something like Habibi or Ganges #4 or the latest
Criminal series or Prison Pit or one of the other half dozen pieces of
brilliance I just haven’t got around to yet
And
there are entire series I haven’t got into yet, even though I know they’ll be
bloody good for me. So I will probably fall in love with something like the
much-adored King City long after everybody else has moved
on, or wonder why it took me so long to get into Godland in 2015 or so.
Some
comics that missed out on the list, even though I found them all immensely
enjoyable, are Sweet Tooth, the Chronicles of Wormwood, Incognito, Holy Terror,
Absalom and Justice League Dark, while Johnny Red and Roger Langridge’s The
Show Must Go On were both some of my favourite comics of 2011, even though they
were written and drawn decades ago.
I was
surprised to note that there were no Grant Morrison comics in my top ten, which
must be the first time that has happened in 20 years. But most of his creative
energy seemed to pour into Supergods, and Action Comics is severely hampered by
occasionally substandard art while Batman Inc still seems weirdly limiting.
But I'm
still painfully predictable and a bit ashamed of that. There are six of them
that are by British writers, and there are no female creative voices in my
favourite comics of 2011, which is deeply embarrassing, although I do think
that’s something we all have to get better at.
So these
are the comics I enjoyed the most in the past year – and I tend to like comics
that are fast and funny and and colourful and smart - so that’s just the way it
worked out.
***
10. League of Extraordinary Gentlemen:
Century – 1969
Because
I'm always up for a beautiful technocolour apocalypse in Hyde Park, with
O’Neill’s terrific grotesques dragged into the sunshine of the 1960s and confronting
a couple of dark truths behind the Age of Aquarius. You can play
spot-the-reference all you like, but it was still a thoughtful meditation on the idea of immortality and an inability to change with the ages, no matter how
hard you try, and I’ll take that over wondering who The Karkus was.
The
bleakness of those final pages, when everything has been broken down and needs
to be built back up again, was a stark contrast to the primary coloured
adventures of the previous decade, and a wonderful way to set things up for the
final Century story.
Roll on, 2009.
***
9. Kick Ass 2
Kick Ass
2 is an appalling tasteless comic, offensive and stupid and a symbol of all
that is wrong in the world.
But I
can't help enjoying it, probably because it's so dedicated to tastelessness
that it takes it all the way. It's like an early John Waters film - they're
actually terrible things to watch, but you have to admire the fact they don't pussy out,
and go All The Way, even if it means that literally eat their own shit.
So in
the second Kick Ass story, there are cute kids callously cut down, innocent
people suffer horrible and humiliating fates, there are characters who are
homophobic, sexist and racist, and absolutely nothing is sacred.
But this
also means there is never any sense of anybody taking their foot of their
pedal, and some rampant acceleration is always good for the soul. It’s actually
nice to read a comic where the creators don’t stop every couple of pages and
think it’s gone too far, or is a bit much. And if they are doing that, they’re
not letting it stop them barreling ahead.
Millar’s
gleeful need to offend as many people as possible turn most right-thinking
people off his work, but in an age of stories that have been focus-grouped into
inanity and constant concern about ‘sending the wrong message’, I’m always up
for a fast-paced and ridiculous story about bad people doing terrible things.
Besides,
I also love stories about people that have been turned into weapons trying to
be people again, and I still get a kick out of seeing them give in to their
most horrible desires. When I read the most recent issue of Kick Ass and it
ended the only way it could – with Hit Girl bloodily and finally stepping in to
sort out all this shit – I swear I heard the sound of a gun cocking, or of a
sword being unsheathed.
The
expected carnage is breathlessly anticipated.
***
8. Jack of Fables #50
Speaking
of nothing being sacred and expected carnage, it was a fond farewell to the
most successful Fables spin-off earlier this year, and it all ended with all
the comic's characters wiping each other out in amusing and ironic fashion,
before Jack cheats the devil and goes on his way to new adventures.
It was
the sheer enthusiasm with which characters were disposed of that was so
appealing, and a hard-bitten desire on the creators’ part to break all of their
toys before they put them away for good, so nobody else can ever play with
them.
Jack of
Fables finished the only way it could. With blood, fire and absolute free-wheeling
farce.
***
7. Shaolin Burning
A terrific
Kung Fu comic by New Zealander Ant Sang, Shaolin Burning got a fair bit of
local media attention at the time it came out, but hasn't really been seen in
the bigger world.
It's worth keeping an eye out for - the speech anachronisms are a little jarring at
first, and it's a lot bloody harder to convey martial arts in comics than it
looks, but Sang gets there with some dynamic action sequences. The overall plot
is harder to get into than it looks, but there are some great individual
moments.
There is
a lovely little tribute to Martin Edmond, and some of the late artist’s lines
can be seen in a powerfully outstretched arm, but Sang also brings an animation
background in to his comics, and it can be seen in his beautiful character
designs and marvellously-paced individual sequences.
There have been the usual bunch of thoughtful and
slightly dark comics coming out of New Zealand
in the past year, but Shaolin Burning was the only one that had the balls to grab my
attention by slapping me around until I gave in. That’s a good thing.
***
6. Secret Avengers
I'll always have a place in my heart for sharp,
well-drawn single issues of superhero comics that come in, have a bit of
fighting, a bit of crazy science and a couple of cool lines, and then piss off
again before they outstay their welcome. Result.
***
5. Nikolai Dante
This
would be higher on the list if there was more of it, but I only read 42 pages
of new Nikolai Dante comic in 2011 (I haven’t seen the story in the 2012 issue
yet).
Fortunately,
those 42 pages are typically spectacular, with the usual witty and considered
scripts by Mr Robbie Morrison, superbly rendered by Mr Simon Fraser.
Nikolai
Dante is one of the best comics I’ve ever read, and still cannonballing towards
an epic conclusion in the nest year or so. This year, it set up the final act
of this long and crazy story with The Memoirs of Nikolai Dante in 2000ad prog
1731, summing up the tale so far, setting the stakes for the forthcoming
climax, and ending with a good joke with whatever-his-name-is-there.
There
was also a five-part serial, full of action and incident, which ended with
Dante back in the dungeons, racked with despair. But the story isn’t over yet,
and there is no doubt that Dante will come out on top. (There is still
considerable doubt as to whether he will actually survive his victory.) Me, I’m
still convinced that Lulu hasn’t betrayed Nikolai at all, and this was just his
utterly mental way of getting into the palace…
And in
those 42 pages, there was one of those moments that perfectly sum up everything
I love about Nikolai Dante, and shows his passion, compassion and zeal for life.
He’s talking to his pirate queen mother, and she asks him if he can forgive her
for abandoning him as a child. Dante has every right to be angry. But then
again….
“Ha ha ha! Mama, I was a pirate when I was ten
years old. I’ve been a thief, gentlemanly or not. An aristocrat, an adventurer.
I’ve commanded armies, won and lost fortunes.
“I’ve fought some of the most evil men that
ever lived and put them in their graves. I’ve fooled around with the most
beautiful women in the world and a real-live princess agreed to marry me.
“Forgive you? I should thank you! People’ll
still be talking about me centuries after I’m gone.”
Diavolo,
that’s good comics.
***
4. The Boys
Garth Ennis’
latest longform comic is, like Dante, rapidly reaching some horrible
conclusion. All the necessary background has been explained, and all the
players are where they need to be in the end and there will be blood.
The
superhero decadence is still a big part of The Boys - and it is still either truly
disturbing or really funny - but the real story of this comic is about the
corrupting influence of irresistible power, and this is all coming to a head.
The
Billy Butcher spin-off comic has helped set this stage where all debts will be
paid, and the revelation of why The Boys’ leader hates superheroes so much is
just as horrible as promised.
In fact,
the terrible fate of Billy’s wife was probably the single most intense thing I
saw in a comic book all year – a mind-numbingly traumatic event caused by a
superhero’s callous indifference that justifies everything Billy does, in his
own mind at least.
That
level of intensity is harder to find in modern comics than it really should, so
I cherish those moments when they do come.
***
3. OMAC/ Daredevil/ All Star Western
All of
these new comics scratch a certain itch that I thought had gone dormant, an
insatiable need for fast, funny and furious action comics that didn’t treat me
like a child.
I still want
new and shiny and smart science fiction/superhero/western comics more than I
ever realised.
***
2. Judge Dredd
The
ongoing adventures of Judge Joe Dredd were my favourite comics of 2010, and
almost made it to the top of this list again, with only a stunning piece of
Hernandez brilliance heading it off.
Dredd’s
year did get off to a pretty average start, with the first half of his 2011
adventures consisting almost entirely of the usual short, snappy, one-off
stories that have filled out his history over the years. There was some really
nice art, including the long-overdue re-appearance of the Brendan McCarthy
Dredd, and some phenomenally efficient short stories by new writers such as Al
Ewing and Michael Carroll, who have both nailed the unique voice of the Dredd
strip remarkably quickly.
But the
brilliance of Judge Dredd always comes from the sharp pen of John Wagner, and
he returned to the story in the second half of 2011 with Day of Chaos, one of
the big Dredd mega-epics that is composed of a whole lot of smaller stories.
The actual overall point of Day of Chaos is still relatively unclear – it has
something to do with the long-suffering Sovs and the daftly twisted PJ Maybe –
but it is a story about retribution and justice finally being done.
It
wouldn’t even be surprising if Day of Chaos does feature the long-promised
death of Judge Dredd. For a couple of minutes I thought they had actually done
it in the storyline, with Dredd apparently shot through the head in the sixth chapter of the story. He survived
that brush with death, only to instantly get his throat sliced open. Dredd is
made of stone, and he wouldn’t let something like a slit throat put him down,
but Judge Dredd could still die at any time.
And
that’s okay. He’s come to terms with his own humanity, and – in a Michael
Carroll story that I could have sworn was written by Wagner – even admitted
that he is comforted by the thought of new generations of judges, knowing that
there will be a new batch of lawmakers to take his place when he is gone.
That day
is coming, and possibly soon, but for now, there are still new adventures of
Judge Dredd every week, and it’s just as funny and clever as it always was. I
truly enjoy reading a new Dredd every Thursday, and after another year that was
mostly brilliant, I’m always looking forward to the next chapter.
***
1. Love and Rockets: The Love Bunglers
The instant when I
realized what was going on in the montage scene near the end of Jaime
Hernadez’s Love Bunglers was the single most genuinely moving moment I’ve had
reading a comic book in many, many years.
Jaime’s work in Love and
Rockets New Stories #4 is funny, sad, heartbreaking, life-affirming, clever and
wicked, and sings with an emotional depth that few other stories – in any
medium – could ever hope to match.
The best comic of the year. No question.
2 comments:
Excellent choices all around, although I don't think I'd put Kick Ass 2 in there - I'm buying it like a man in an overcoat buying dirty magazines, but it's a pretty pale piece of work from Millar, who's like the kid in the back of class chortling over his porno drawings of the teacher. There's "edgy" and then there's "wallow in it scumbags" and the whole shooting kids/raping innocents issue just pushed it too far for me.
Great list Bob. Dredd is the godhead
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