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I made this blog a month before Absolute Martian Manhunter #1 came out. I was inspired by the Luke Cage issue of The Ultimates, and figured, oh, this isn’t just gonna be an Ultimate Universe blog that’s gonna slow down tremendously as soon as the line gets bad. You see, the Absolute line is also coming out, and it’s probably gonna be pretty fun! I’ll have enough to talk about with those as well.
Absolute Batman, Superman and Wonder Woman were all about 5, 6 issues in, and I was having a good time with them. They were all really competent, fresh comic books, filled with good art and interesting takes that could be expanded upon for these characters. But they were still the characters I knew, just slightly updated. I presumed, by that point, this is what the line was going to be like. Good comics after a hell of a long time of uninteresting DC outings.
Absolute Martian Manhunter was not that. When I opened issue #1, I was confronted with one of the most unique, interesting comic books I’d read in years, that happened to have a name I recognized on the cover. It was nearly entirely original, only referentially connected to the old titles, and it hooked me like I haven’t been hooked by anything in a long time.
I dedicated a lot of my time to reading this book over and over again, and finding meaningful, interesting things to say about each plot point and theme that I found in this story. The reviews for each issue have been the most popular ones I’ve put out for anything, and as a result, I’m guessing this is the last time I’m gonna be talking to a lot of you. Hello! Thank you for the attention so far! I talk about Batman too if you’re into that.
All this to say, after writing extensive, sometimes labyrinthine reviews for every issue for over a year, what’s left to say about it now that it’s over? Part of me sorta wanted to do something funny and just say “Please go talk to your loved ones” as the full review, but that would suck for you and me. That being said, that’s also gonna be the takeaway from this essay. If that’s what you were here for, it’s been nice having you! Otherwise, let’s talk about what I’m guessing will be the best comic DC Comics will put out in years.
This is going to be an overview of the entire book, a little more “ABSOLUTE MARTIAN MANHUNTER EXPLAINED!” than just my thoughts as usual, because I really want to talk about what it does, and to do that I need to talk about how it does it, what is it doing, and why do I think it’s doing it so well. You should not read this without reading Absolute Martian Manhunter to completion. So without further ado, here’s me oversharing about my favorite book of last year, while every once in a while commenting on What I Think It Means.
I’m going to try to not repeat myself a lot, you can click the Absolute Martian Manhunter vol 1 tag link if you want my thoughts on the specific issues. In my latest full read of the series, I was after a few specific things: crucially, how does it read as a complete story? Because this was originally a 6-issue limited series, which was enlarged into 12 after staggering good sales on #1. I was curious if it feels like that; if the mid-book finale feels like the end of one story, and the rest feels like another one entirely.
I’m happy to report it’s not the case. Frankly, I couldn’t tell you this book was meant to only have six issues. Deniz Camp, Javier Rodríguez, Hassan Otsmane-Elhauou, Sabrina Futch and Katie Kubert have delivered one of the most consistent books I’ve read by this company. Those are some of the most talented names in the current industry, and this should go on top of each of their resumés as an example of the kind of thing only they can bring to the table: the kind of storytelling, pacing, art, coloring, lettering, organizing and editing that only people working near their peak can manage to deliver for over a year.
Most of this conversation will relate to Camp and Rodríguez’s contribution, because the art and the writing are so intertwined as to be basically the same thing. So I just wanted to make sure to say everyone’s names that contributed to what makes this book so special up above. If you’re new to their work, please look them up and support their projects.
I think what makes this book so consistently good is the fact that the themes introduced in issue 1 carry all the way to issue 12, and never stop being addressed. The main theme of Absolute Martian Manhunter is the different levels of human connection: how do we communicate with one another? How do we know who our friends are, and who are our enemies? Why do people do what they do? Why do people hurt some and love others? What is the meaning behind horrible actions that seem random?
The book’s exploration of the concept is structured in a thesis-antithesis structure: John Jones and The Martian, signifying hope for a better world and the journey to loving and being loved, encounter several versions of the evils of rampant nihilism, signified by the White Martian and its cronies. This is a book about the fact that society is collapsing all around—the “toxic build-up of bad vibes” is a real, horrifying state of affairs that, by the end of the book, quite literally starts cracking the sky open.
Thematically, it means we constantly refute the idea that some people don’t deserve a second chance. In practice, it means John and the Martian are always facing against the worst of mankind, and offering empathy and compassion instead of violence whenever they can. Right away, The Martian describes what he does as several verbs: hunting, killing, saving, redeeming, healing. All of these verbs get explored as metaphors, rather than their literal meanings.
“Killing”, specifically, means something very different from the norm here. It’s the Jungian death, the Tarot’s 13th card— transformation, the ripping of dead skin, the breaking of the chrysalis that you have to go through in order to become something new. It’s a second chance. Middleton is the town of second chances, and everyone here deserves the opportunity if they accept the open hand the John and the Martian offer.
This level of empathy and faith in the human spirit only really hits because at no point does Absolute Martian Manhunter imply either of two things: it never implies any of this is easy, and it never implies everyone will give a shit. In fact, it’s a recurring theme in the book: second chances take work, but they’re the most natural thing in the world.
Anyone is capable of change, but not everyone is interested in it. The Martian is a being capable of dispelling all illusions, comfortable or otherwise, through Martianvision: the absolute perspective which can show things as they truly are, show people for who they truly have been all their lives, and usually, that means it’s primarily a tool of context. The Martians, both the Green and the White one, are “literal metaphor”— contradictory thought-shapes of emotional meaning, who act on the world through their avatars.
When John utilizes Martianvision, he’s, in effect, detoxing himself from the barriers between him and others. He’s interacting with people in their purest form: he’s touching their hopes, their fears, their good and bad ideas, and the road they took to whatever situation they find themselves in. John is overwhelmed by this throughout the whole book, and it’s never something the reader truly expects him to get fully used to. Because being empathetic is obviously one of the most difficult things in the world.
To showcase how alien the concept is, Rodríguez draws and colors the work of a lifetime. Emotions, people, the world itself; everything is rendered in trippy, bright colors and shapes: some pages are more of an inkblot test than classic comic book illustrations. It’s easily the book’s greatest strength— while the character of Martian Manhunter has had trippy visuals in the past, this is far beyond anything ever associated with it. This is an insanely powerful visual identity, and future artists will struggle to match it, likely forever.
More specifically, the main visual conflict of Green vs White carries many of the more abstract scenes. Green means safety and bounty, it means a green shoot coming out of the dark, it means ‘go!’. Every time you see the specific shade of green associated with the Martian in the book, you’re bound to find his red eye somewhere, omnipresent. It really sells the idea that this isn’t like other heroes; in fact, this is barely like any form of life.
In fiction, “alien” usually ends up being code for “kind of different but still recognizable”, speaking in a certain affable, elitist way, and, depending on the story’s tone, unpreoccupied with human life. The desire to make eldritch abominations a la Lovecraft, that do not consider humans alive more than humans consider pebbles alive, has eventually codified itself into characters with the kind of presence that, quite frankly, I think anyone can understand. Something uncaring, dark, even childish in how nonchalant it is about things that matter a lot to us. Billionaires with tentacles, really.
The Martian is the antithesis of that idea, as well as being one of the best depictions of something decidedly not human I’ve seen in a while. Language does not come easily to him, and all of his lines are built around synonyms. Every line the Martian speaks has multiple meanings, because he’s not trying to speak to anyone, he’s trying to convey abstract thoughts that John barely has any experience with himself.
Other things have tried this, of course—Control’s Board of Directors has pretty much the exact same speech pattern, for instance. But the elaboration of the bit by making the Martian also just be everywhere, transforming it into every part of the environment, of the character designs, of the balloons and lettering and even making some pages transparent to fuse them together… everything coalesces into an experience you’ve never physically had before, as in your eyes have no experience reading what the Martian is doing on page. He is unique, he is alien, he is going to inspire a lot of portrayals of cosmic entities to be just like him from now on, and they’re probably going to add a few good ideas to the equation, but this is going to be the OG forever.
Similarly, John’s Martianvision sequences will be remembered as some of the most inventive uses of the medium of comics in many, many years. They are both thematically and physically relevant to the experience of reading Absolute Martian Manhunter, to the point where digital editions simply miss out on the experience. Seriously, you’re gonna have to buy this one, you’re gonna have to put the pages in front of a light source and see the art bleeding through the pages, otherwise it’s incomplete. It feels like a gimmick when one describes it, but that’s because hey, newsflash: everything is a gimmick unless you do it right, then it’s a technique.
A technique used to great effect. The theme of Martianvision is epiphany: the closer John gets to the truth, the more he can see the world like the Martian can, and interact with the world in a meta level that doesn’t make complete logical sense, because it doesn’t have to. John can walk through panels, phase through bullets and enter people’s minds like they’re corridors. He can understand someone’s trauma by following the physical, intangible thread that links them to their memories. It’s empathy made manifest, and every time John makes a discovery about how to connect with others, his Martianvision becomes stronger.
When John discovers the Martian in general, his consciousness expands to allow himself to feel what others feel. When John realizes that accepting help is how we make it out alive of this nightmare that is real life, Martianvision evolves, and allows him to give others the ability to feel hyper-empathy: the entire city becomes one, sharing everything with everyone. And finally, when John finally manages to communicate beyond language with his loved ones; when he realizes all he really wants is to be with his family, and all Tyler and Bridget really want is to be with him, he manages to physically destroy despair just by looking at it. It’s a path to apotheosis, but John doesn’t become a god: he becomes a fully-fledged human being, capable of looking at others and seeing people who are just as complex as he is, and who all deserve the world.
Martianvision also serves to connect part 1’s main theme to part 2’s, despite them both sharing a lot of the groundwork. I argue issues #1 through #6 have a specific focus of understanding each other, while issues #7 through #12 have the main theme of connecting with each other, putting theory into action. The difference is pretty subtle, but one has to come before the other.
Part 1’s focus on understanding is explored in several ways, two of which I’ve focused a lot in my other reviews: showing empathy to a god damn mass murderer in the middle of their killing spree, and talking to your wife while both you explode in colors as your emotions come out. You can read about those (here) and (here) respectively, but what I want to focus on this time is the book’s depiction of Tyler.
Tyler is a special needs kid with an undefined language deficit. He doesn’t seem to be particularly developmentally challenged in other ways, but the way it is described is that he thinks in images. He is jovial, if wordless, and spends the entire story molding clay dolls that reflect the characters and events in real time.
Absolute Martian Manhunter is in many ways a story about the battle for Tyler’s soul. John has not been a good father or a good husband; the challenges of having a child who can’t simply tell their parents what they need took its toll on both of them, and John reacted by throwing himself at work. After the Martian entangles with him, he also becomes entangled in Tyler’s life.
In fact, the book foreshadows the thing that’s actually going to save the world in the end right away, in issue 3: every time the Martian and Tyler interact, they’re talking through dolls. The Martian talks to Tyler in his own language, with seemingly no communicative issue.
Tyler is a way to explore the idea of a pipeline of radicalization. He goes from a bright young kid with lots to live for to someone who gets radicalized into working for the White Martian, because he lacks the crucial connection to his parents in a critical moment in his development. Even though his parents are only out there to provide for him and to protect him, the problem with bad ideas is that they find their way to the household, and it is far harder to fight them when you’re by yourself than it is when you have support.
Middleton is a macroverse of this theme of thriving community vs marginalization. It is described as a city bursting with diversity: 130 languages and dozens upon dozens of different kinds of immigrants, from all over the world. People who have nothing in common with one another living in relative harmony, until someone uses that exact diversity as a reason to disrupt peace.
It is both a source of conflict and a source of joy throughout the series to see how different yet similar every single person in town is. Both the murderers and the victims have mothers, fathers, high school memories, favorite pets, hobbies, dreams, nightmares, aspirations. Everyone, from the worst person imaginable to the purest soul around, is reacting to their environment. Everyone is looking for home, for safety, comfort, but home can’t be a place where you isolate yourself. That’s the trap. The place where you feel safe can’t be the same place where you feel lonely.
The White Martian utilizes this in his war against life. It attempts to destroy the very idea of safety, of having a place to go back to. It inflicts paranoia, it brings up old hatred that had already been forgotten, it throws the world into a frying pan and then turns off all the lights to plunge it into eternal darkness. For the White Martian, and for everyone, conflict is a lack of understanding. Conflict is the result of the feeling that you have nothing in common with another living being; that your actions have no consequences because they’re not affecting you negatively.
Through injecting Bad Ideas into the population, the White Martian destroys conventional means of safety. People start burning the homeless to death, restaurants start to serve burgers filled with broken glass, shops start selling poisoned children’s food. The book’s thesis is clear: one cannot live in a society that is incompatible with a feeling of safety. It is a matter of time for ordinary citizens to attack one another if they have no reason to believe the other won’t do the same, if they have no faith in society itself. Society is a community, and a community can be torn apart, regardless of the state of the buildings the community lives in. All you need is a few bad ideas and the right situation to destroy a family.
Yet there are levels even to this simple, relatively obvious thesis: everyone has the capacity for evil, yes, but people’s relationship to that capacity vastly differ. Once again taking from Jungian psychology, issue #5 has people’s shadow selves—here depicted as their literal shadows—running around as alternate versions of themselves. Dangerous, id-like entities that signify the worst in us, that we usually keep hidden.
However, John notes, children seem to be unpreoccupied by their shadows. They have a healthy, beautiful relationship to themselves, and are some of the only people in a world plunged in darkness that seem to realize even small fireflies can be a source of light. Shadows don’t actually have to be our enemies; suppression is a far worse alternative to acceptance, to maintenance, to self-love and relying on others for support. And you do need others. There’s no strength in being the last person standing if it cost you all of your relationships.
Everyone in part 1 who tries to do something by themselves inevitably falls victim to the White Martian. Trigger, the shooter in issue 2, was driven mad by paranoia and alienation. Everyone who goes through the heat wave in issue 4 goes insane when it’s just them and their discomfort, their inability to feel well. Humors explode, words they don’t believe in come out, old fights restart for no reason other than everyone is equally miserable, yet refuse to come out and try to help one another.
The Martian’s job is to remind people that they are not alone. From the first page to the last, the main solution Martian Manhunter proposes for the symptoms of ennui is to remember no one is born alone. We are all in the same world, living by each other’s side; we are fully realized human beings no matter how simple we may seem from outside. Nobody should ever be forced to be alone. Our greatest strength is the fact we can rely on others.
Tyler, by the end of part 1, was alone. His mother and father love him, but can’t understand why he does the things he does. The White Martian takes advantage of this. The triumphant ending of part 1, as John manages to restore the power to the city and drive back the endless night, goes into the horrifying conclusion that by neglecting to connect to who really matters in his life, John has essentially put Tyler in the same path that ended with Trigger taking a bullet to the head after performing unspeakably evil deeds against his fellow humans.
Which is where part 2 comes in, with its theme of communication, of closing the gap and actually reaching out. Now that we understand what it means to connect, we must actually do it.
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Part 2 has a very specific visual theme of cracks: cracks on the wall, on character designs, in the art, in the panels, in the sky. Cracks represent the chasm between people, the Evangelion-esque Absolute Terror Field that forms between human beings who are too scared to be vulnerable with each other; who have been hurt too many times to believe connection is possible, who get frustrated when their attempts to connect don’t work. Because second chances are, again, difficult to live through, even if they’re the most natural thing in the world.
The cracks start small and end up almost engulfing the entire universe. Behind the cracks, two red eyes: the only bad idea that really matters, peeking in, reminding people of anti-life.
Cracks are also significant because part 2 is very concerned with a specific kind of human experience: transition, the liminal space between A and B, the Death XIII card upright. Everyone is only temporary, and everything is going to change at some point. Forcing something to remain the same when it’s time for it to change breaks it, and trying to force change when someone isn’t ready does that, too. There is a rhyme and reason to change that must be observed, lest the thing changing will crack open and break. However, to try to not change is to engage in anti-life.
Anti-life and death are seen as nearly complete opposites in Absolute Martian Manhunter, which can be a little confusing at first. It’s very Grant Morrison; the idea that anti-life refers less to non-existence and more to the lack of freedom, to an unchecked, all-powerful order stagnating everything into nothing. Into whiteness, absence of color and variety.
Tyler is now an avatar of anti-life. He is no longer sculpting his parents, or trying to communicate with them. Instead, he is sculpting monsters: horrifying creatures, the worst ideas humanity has ever had, and also obstacles for the Martian to fight. One of those, crucially, is his response to the threat the Martian poses to the White’s plans to collapse creation.
Meet Despero, Despair-The-Zero.
The changes in John’s life are enough to alienate him from the old comforts he enjoyed. His relationship with his family cannot continue the way it is, so he cannot go home. His only respite is using Martianvision to feel less lonely, even if a little, but it’s simply not the same.
His job has shifted into something he can’t simply lose himself in, so he can’t focus on it. Empathy has ruined him for the business of oppressing his own people that organized police forces specialize in. His boss, surrounded by what John now perceives as horrible, hostile architecture that only serves to hurt others, even questions John: is this even the same guy?
The Martian’s influence on him means he can’t even get drunk the same way, so he can’t numb himself and pretend he’s not in a rut. John is tired of seeing the truth everywhere, he’s tired of not having lies to defend himself from exposure to reality. He wants the numbness of illusion back.
All of it serves to cause a rift—a crack, even— between John and the Martian, which leads the door open for despair to set in.
I didn’t quite know what to make of Despero until the end. There is a version of Absolute Martian Manhunter that actually has Despero be a kind of third wheel in the relationship that sticks around beyond this adventure: something about how one must use both their flaws and their strengths to overcome life, maybe. I thought that’s where we were going. It really wasn’t! That fucker’s dead by the end!
Because the thesis with Despero, which only became clear to me upon a reread, is that he is the personification of the worst way one can approach life. He seems like he has a point sometimes, but that’s the trick, that’s the lie: despair’s only weapon is to convince someone that despair lasts forever.
He characterizes suffering as a state of mind, and not as a moment, or the result of an executed idea. The difference is subtle, but crucial: a state of mind can be eternal, but an idea has a beginning, middle and an end. A plan has a moment where it’s finished, and gives way to whatever comes next. Despair is stagnation, stagnation is apathy, apathy is anti-life. Despero is here to convince John and the reader that he is the last friend John will ever have, that he’s the end of the road that never ends.
Nowhere is that clearer than when John’s Martianvision ability becomes Desperovision, and here Camp actually executes one of the most interesting tricks as far as multiple ways to read a book go: Despero constantly says that he never lies, but Desperovision is John lying to himself because of Despero. The difference here is that John already believes the lies, so Despero doesn’t even have to do anything.
When John is trying to connect to others but can only see in blue and despair, he hears what isn’t there. He imagines people hating him, taking his family away from him, telling him he’s everything wrong with himself. Every paranoid thought, every bad idea he’s ever had, now come out of the mouths of those he was supposed to protect, seemingly with the same confidence as anything else they’ve ever told him that was true.
It’s a hell of a thing to watch happen to the character, and it really benefits from reading every issue back-to-back. By the time Despero is done with John, he’s having a full-on mental breakdown, cracking reality apart alongside his own mind. He’s convinced everything bad is true and everything good is a lie, and all Despero really had to do was to insist that this was the case at a particularly bad moment in his life.
He’s always very clear about what’s gonna happen to John—through not seeing the forest for the trees, John will destroy himself, and thus the world. He twists every interaction and makes it about how life not about connection, but about the destruction of something—either destroying both people, or what they have, or what they could have had. This is the worst kind of the illusions John wanted at the beginning of part 2: a filter that protects him from the truth, the filter of despair.
Specifically, and back to the idea that Tyler is the central case study of the book, Despero’s masterpiece is that he convinces John that Tyler is dead, and has been dead since issue 5, when he ate poisoned chocolate cookies. Choco cookies have always been Martian Manhunter’s comfort food, and a cute characterization trick to make him feel more relatable. So this was a particularly fucked up way to kill his kid, thank you based Deniz Camp very cool.
Despero’s ultimate attempt at bringing John down is to set up a whole funeral for Tyler, which works. John surrenders to despair, unable to move on, while the end of the world happens outside. And I particularly love how the Martian told us what the end of the world would look like all the way in issue 3: Mankind’s last gasps, tragic and glorious. Gaudy gorgeous funeral march. Civilization’s closing ceremonies, beautiful to behold. A conga line into an abyss in which you never hit the bottom.
John, upon reaching the height of Martianvision, eventually interprets this as being a distortion of the truth: Tyler is not literally dead; he is metaphorically dead. The boy Tyler used to be is dead, and has been replaced by the version of him that is being manipulated by the White Martian into destroying reality. His kid is in there somewhere, and he has to confront the reality that part of the reason Tyler fell is because John was not there for him.
So after all of this, after an entire treatise on connection, empathy, respect, adaptation, diversity… I don’t know, the human experience in general I guess, what is the thing that actually saves the world? Once you sum it all up, and once the Martian is out of the picture, fighting the White Martian in the bedrock of the universe, what can John, with a fully upgraded Martianvision that allows him to see beyond despair, do to stop the end of the world?
Well, the end of the world is happening because he doesn’t talk to his god damn son enough. Therefore it’s actually a pretty simple fix.
I’m gonna be real, this was really abrupt for me when I read it for the first time. It works wonders when you read all of it, though: the story really builds up nicely to it, and it feels like the culmination of a year of words about how much this dumb cop should talk to his fucking family more often. This book will never be read the way it was published again, the delay between issues #11 and #12 already doesn’t matter now that #12 is out. It did make for an awkward transition into the epilogue, but it’s fine.
Because connection, despite being so hard to set up, is natural. It is what we are built for, it is how we survive as a species, and it is how we thrive as a society. Lacking connection is what brings about the despair of anti-life.
Despero could only do as much damage to John as he did because John rejected the Martian’s help; the White Martian could only to as much damage to Tyler as he did because his parents couldn’t connect to him; everything that goes well in the story only does so because characters make the tough choice to open up and be together, in more ways than just superficially in the same room. Isolation is the enemy, marginalization is how we all die, turning our backs on each other is the enemy’s plan.
When connection has the chance to settle in, when we actually talk to one another like fellow human beings, everything has a way to work itself out. Not because the world becomes any less harsh, but because we get the ability to utilize our communal power to force the world into being less harsh. To make it so everyone is happy. To fix our community’s problems, to dismantle systems that aren’t working and replace them with systems that work, to fight corruption, to put the right people in power, to give marginalized folks what they need to thrive. We can do anything. We can literally do anything together.
It is unbelievably difficult to not sound like a god damn hippie selling you a tie-dye shirt and talking to you about free love when you talk about this book.
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So, before we end, I wanted to close the circle on one part of my analysis of the book that I haven’t mentioned in this full book review, because quite frankly, I’ve talked about it a lot already in the individual issues’ reviews. Let’s talk about the Agency.
Part 2 of Absolute Martian Manhunter gives us a pastiche of the CIA, the Agency, who seem to be taking orders from the meta concept of Uncle Sam, the personification of the United States of America’s oppressive regime. Its agents are empowered with metaphysical weapons that work much like the Martian, such as utilizing the Idea Of A Gun against its enemies, summoning the American experience with war abroad to attack John, utilizing the American Prison System as a paper weight to hold the Martian down, etc.
Camp obviously has a lot to say about how this kumbaya bullshit I just spent 20 pages describing doesn’t quite get to exist with no resistance from a world that is politically built around destroying empathy. In fact, the millennia-old concept of realpolitik is the exact opposite of the thesis of this book: the idea that democratic politics should be exclusively about practical concerns, and be guided by no ideology of any kind. Specifically, as the term is usually used, politics are the tools that secure the practical concerns of the people in power, not necessarily the people they serve.
The book goes on in great detail about the horrors of the abuses The Agency perpetuates. They spread nonsense conspiracies invented by them wholesale, in order to keep populations compliant and distracted from the real issues. They kidnap, torture and kill citizens and non-citizens, utilizing cruel techniques to strip them of every dignity before finally ending their lives. They rely on the fact that the population of their country would never oppose them in great numbers, because they have also convinced that same population that this is how you secure their lifestyles. That there is no universe where America can be great without rivers of foreign blood flowing freely. That oppression is the only way Omelas keeps its utopia going, and that a citizen’s job is to enable it.
And the Martian eviscerates them.
These are the most violent things the Martian ever does in the entire story, and this is consistent with Camp’s other works— more recently, The Ultimates had a very similar vibe and political thematic background, and it also features its revolutionary heroes destroying the bodies of the oppressors, while simultaneously placing the idea of second chances and redemption on a reachable pedestal. I think Absolute Martian Manhunter does it much better, and it’s worth going on somewhat of a tangent about, I think.
There’s an infuriating little conversation-ender that infects things like a plague, the idea that fighting back against your oppressor will make you just as bad as they are. Comic books are particularly guilty of the cliché— Batman cannot be within 10 meters of a situation where he might kill the Joker without this exact sentence leaving the character’s mouth, to progressively louder sighs from other named characters and numerous readers over the decades due to how little those books actually have to say about this.
It makes a certain degree of logical sense, which is probably the reason bad-faith actors utilize it in real life so often. The argument goes: if we are righteous, then we are engaging in righteous acts. If the enemy isn’t righteous, then the enemy is engaging in foul, vile acts. Killing people is, usually, a bad, vile thing. Therefore, killing our enemies makes us vile, just like them— we’re replacing one evil with another if we engage in rhetoric, campaigns or thought processes that remind us of the ones we are fighting in any way, regardless of scale.
This usually comes in with pitches of the correct way to disrupt the enemy’s operations. The polite way to protest policies so that the city’s population doesn’t miss out on their work schedule. The intelligent way to debate racists against their genocidal ideology, so that you can make them see the light and change their ways through dialogue alone. The honorable campaign to vote for the right people every time, only saying the right things and never engaging with anything else, because the right vote will save us from the bad politicians who engage in unethical lawmaking. Every other way will lead us to a path that is just as bad as the one we’re in right now, when the enemy is in full power.
Let me be very clear about this blog’s opinion: this is bitch-ass cowardice and you are not welcome here if you’re like this. I’m not saying "come out of your bedroom with a Molotov cocktail in hand and a pig’s head in the other!", but the above description is literally part of the oppression propaganda machine that this story’s Agency is succeeding in normalizing. Being completely blunt, if you were as bad as a nazi, you would probably be wearing black and red already. You are not oppressing your oppressors by fighting for your life.
And I’m not saying the world is black and white, absolutely not. There is in fact a well-documented historical tradition of popular revolutions giving way to bad systems and corrupt governments, or simply failing to address the problems that brought them to destroy the previous systems in the first place. The nature of government is the nature of maintenance, and the nature of maintenance is that it’s boring, takes a long time, and is very hard to keep up. The humors that inspire revolution and rapid change go away just as rapidly, people go back to their lives, and you’re usually left with a lot of people who now have a lot of new powers, and no checks and balances to really stop them from doing what they want.
Absolute Martian Manhunter simply proposes that this does not mean you should hold back when facing someone who has no interest in reconnecting. There is a fundamental difference between the paid, consensual agents of the oppressive regime, and the lone wolf who got pipelined into becoming a suicide bomber. One of the most blatant differences being the fact that hey, who do you think made the fucking structure that led that guy to kill himself and everyone around him?
Who do you think profits when people are marginalized? When there’s homeless people in the streets and landlords getting filthy rich off of dozens of owned properties? When skyscrapers are built to never be used, when food is thrown out so what remains can be sold at a profit, when people start believing vaccines don’t work and the Earth is fucking flat? Who has all the power to enable a worse world, and the motive to want that world to exist, and continue existing? And who makes that happen, out in the street, looking for the easiest way to make sure nothing changes? That no one has a choice? That life becomes anti-life, white and boring?
But if they keep shooting you, with no hesitation or interest in stopping? Then man, not shooting back is some stupid, pacifist bullshit. All that happens is that you get to become a particularly politically correct corpse, and the man holding the gun gets to move on to the next target that is bothering the status quo. Maybe the only thing more important than the concept of connection is making sure people are alive to connect to others in the first place. You cannot fight for freedom and peace and love if you let yourself die over your desire to do nothing.
Making the world a worse place is not a state of being anyone is trapped in. It's an active choice. Connection, the book argues, is a two-way street. At any point, anyone can stop hurting others. This does not in any way make what they’ve already done better, but it means their position as someone who makes things worse is over, and their new position has an infinite potential to now do good.
So it’s quite harrowing that, in the last page dedicated to the Agency, we get to see the only place in the world where the eyes of the absolute bad idea still linger, strong and shining from the darkness. The place that most represents the concept of breaking connections, of making the world a worst place so that one or two people can isolate themselves further and do whatever they want, regardless of what happens to everyone else. The only place where anti-life would be welcomed as a particularly useful gun.
It’s the Agency’s headquarters.
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Alright, we’re here, I think I’m done. What’s this book about? Well, it’s about the fact that you should probably reach out to your loved ones and ask them how they’ve been, and share some of that sweet human empathy. Sometimes people have no interest in listening to you and there’s very little you can do about that, and in some rare, horrifying times, you might even have to fight to protect yourself against people who want to do you harm.
But most other times, it’s just a matter of learning their language. Other people are worth having around, even if you need to adapt a little occasionally. We’re at our strongest when we belong somewhere we can be ourselves, and be loved for it by people we love back. Quit waiting for people to come talk to you if you miss them. It’s as easy as saying hi. Nobody deserves to be lonely, and that includes you.
There is a lot I didn’t really touch upon here. I didn’t talk about Bridget a lot, but she’s one of my favorite characters, and a bedrock for the entire book’s progression and conclusion. I didn’t talk about the queer reading one can easily make of Tyler and the theme of transition as it applies to them. I didn’t talk about what each individual color means, and how you can try to read far more into this book than you would just by taking the art as normal illustrations, as opposed to part of the dialogue. Those and many more subjects can have their own ~25 page long essays about them, and, hey, who knows—I might come back and write about them in the future. I’m certainly going to read and reread this book for many years to come.
But at around 7000 words and counting, I think I got most of the gist of my feelings on the book out of my system, and I fear more subjects would just make reading this relatively unorganized mess even harder than it already is. Other people will also write far more compelling and complete dissertations about the rest of the themes than I will, in the coming months and years. I think this is as important as Watchmen as far as comics as literature go, I’m being so serious right now.
This has been Absolute Martian Manhunter. I really like this book, and I hope you liked it too. I think the best thing you can do to support books like this is to find someone who you think would have a good time with this kind of story, and share the story with them. Lend them your copy or send them a convenient link to a website that probably needs an adblock to be used. Build a bridge, yeah? Connect a little. Focus on what matters.
People do the things they do because they have to, but we make the world we want to live in. Make a world where you get to do the things you love, surrounded by people who love you. And if you think that world only exists in your head, well, that’s perfect, actually. What happens in your head happens in real life, too.
*me gripping the edge of my seat* is Deniz doing a Absolute Freedom Fighters book next. is it possible for comic books to be even more back than we already were
i'm personally gunning for doom patrol, but god nothing's gonna hurt me more than when camp and rodríguez come out and say they're doing a bat-book next or something. if DC editorial is watching marvel right now they know what not to do, please please guys you gotta lock in, give them something fucking weird. let me actually see uncle sam using the idea of a gun.
also i love the subtext of tyler being a trans allegory here. absolute m'gann m'orzz everyone. she's beautiful
i kept wondering "why are you specifically giving me Trevor Project suicide hotline numbers at the beginning of this issue" only to get to the end and OH RIGHT
What's up, Same Anon™️ here again. i just wanna say i'm so so soooo normal about javier rodriguez' bridget drawings in this issue specifically. the final panel with her shoulders almost distracted me from the fact that the book ended and i have one less thing to look forward to each month.
the transition from the end of the issues to the epilogue did kinda have me going "wait did I miss something", but yes then Bridget made it all better. She really had a way of becoming the central point of the story whenever she was around, I really ended up liking her quite a bit.
yo big dawg i think the day you decide to drop that absolute martian manhunter full book review is the day my soul will be sent to the pearly gates of heaven. that ending altered my brain chemistry permanently
should be out before the next weekly drop at which point the blog will ascend into a higher form of existence as all good comics will have been read and no more good comics are allowed to come out.
Being honest, I didn’t really want to write more reviews after that Ultimate Finale review last week, but as I was doing this one for Lightning Round, I realized I did have enough to say that it got to be its own thing. So here we are. Spoilers, but also mostly a discussion about Cheetah’s history and role in Wonder Woman stories.
I lowkey felt like I skipped an issue at the beginning of this. We went from a crazy final panel where Diana was falling into despair, into a pretty subdued first panel where Diana is depressed but in control of herself, systematically looking for clues and likely suspects that may have taken her mom away.
But it’s a short arc between main story events, so it’s fine. It’s a transitional period for the book, things won’t be the same ever again very soon, and these characters are being deconstructed to come out as the new versions of themselves. Diana’s probably going to have a different relationship to her magic and mission than before, especially as the issue ends with a direct conflict against Hecate, and Barbara…
Well, Barbara is doing what we all knew Barbara was going to do. She’s falling into the hole that is Urzkartaga, and her inevitable transformation into Cheetah.
The thing I’m most looking forward to is to see what does Absolute Urzkartaga sound like once he’s got a Cheetah. He’s obviously a horrible presence who hates women, but I’m genuinely curious about how far we’ll go. The last time we got a story about him and Cheetah’s relationship was Cheetah and Cheshire Rob the Justice League, and Greg Rucka basically made it be the most toxic, hateful relationship in comics in a long time. It was basically as explicitly close to everlasting violation as you can get in a comic for young adults, and that was without much interest in themes of womanhood and patriarchy.
Kelly Thompson’s weaving a tapestry that is all about that, and has been for two years now. I’m excited to see where it goes this time.
One thing I’m not entirely super sure about is the reveal of who the current Cheetah was, Priscilla Rich. She’s basically a deep pull from the 40s nowadays, the original Cheetah in the same way Betty Kane was the original Batwoman— that is to say, a title that did not keep up the original’s legacy, instead branching off to be its own thing. In this case, Cheetah used to just be… well, Catwoman; a cat-themed burglar.
She got reinvented in the 80s through the second Cheetah, Deborah, who’s the original’s niece, but even then, I actually want to say nobody cared that much about the Cheetah character before the original Barbara Minerva came along in 1987. For the first time, Cheetah was explicitly connected to the themes of Wonder Woman— she was an archeologist who suffered because of godhood, starting out as an ally and then inevitably becoming an enemy to Diana and all her friends. The tragedy between them has been the focal point of their relationship ever since.
The trappings of Barbara’s version of Cheetah are the only ones most people recognize. She’s an actual furry instead of just wearing a costume, she’s got magical powers or at least an understanding of magic instead of just being cat-themed, and she’s got this blatant toxic yuri vibe against Wonder Woman that permeates all of their interactions. Absolute Wonder Woman makes good on pretty much all of that, giving us 20 or so issues of Barbara worshipping at Diana’s altar, only to be left alone to become a god’s plaything due to things outside of their control.
Kelly Thompson has since had an interview where she threw a whole bucket of cold water on the idea that these women are gonna kiss; at the end of the day, DC “Discrimination Comics” Comics isn’t interested in that kind of thing if it involves their premier characters, and I suppose a Wonder Woman book actually selling wasn’t in the plans before when Thompson was pitching some of this stuff. If it must remain platonic, at least it still reads as a tragedy, and we can all keep playing poker with this dog that seems to always win.
… but it’s not as fucking toxic if it’s not queer, yeah? The tragedy of betrayal won’t quite hit the same if they don’t longingly stare into each other’s eyes, wondering what could have been if the world was less cruel and their lives had less conflict in them. It would be a real loss, and it would be an unfortunate snap back to reality as far as what we’re doing here, and what kind of characters we’re getting invested on.
I suppose, at the end of the day, Thompson could have always done this exact story without the branding and trappings, and just had a cool warrior princess from hell almost kissing a cat over at Image Comics. It’s not like it ruins the story, and I have enough eyes to see what the story is actually trying to convey, while simultaneously being limited by the politics of the day.
I do feel that we’re moving toward a queer-coded monster arc, between Diana’s transformation into a bit of a darker version of herself and Barbara’s transformation into Cheetah. That’s fine, right? That’s a version of telling this story that the censors don’t really have a historic issue with.
This doesn’t have a point, I’m mostly rambling. Anyway, good issue, although I do hope the next one has some big shifts before the next, bigger arc starts.
Ultimate Endgame & Ultimate Universe - Finale Full Book Review
“This is not the end.”
This is the end. Let’s talk about it before I give up on the idea.
So, this was the first and last Neo Ultimate Universe event. The real question is, was it better than Ultimatum? Yes! Wasp made it out uncannibalized, all’s good in the world.
The rest of the review will likely struggle to reach that level of positivity so I hope you enjoyed that.
It’s tough to write around the disappointment, so let’s bring it to the forefront: despite the Finale issue promising that we’re getting more of these characters at some point in the vague future, fact of the matter is, most every single creative team has left the project. Superstar Deniz Camp specifically has signed an exclusivity deal with DC Comics, which must have been one of the easiest decisions he’s ever made, and Jonathan Hickman has moved on to the Midnight Universe, where he will write yet another X-Men book that he’ll tell us he always wanted to write. It’s got vampires or something, I dunno.
As stories, event books have two specific jobs, regardless of what they actually are. They have to both be the culmination of stories we’ve been following for a while, and they have to work in isolation as a fun romp you can go back to whenever you feel nostalgia for the specific context. It’s important that an event is a unit, but it also has to be a stopgate for whatever you were doing before. At least if your book is the central focus of the event; usually you get some tie-ins so people buy other comics that are tangentially related to whatever’s happening.
Endgame started after all the books except The Ultimates were finished. There were no tie-ins and quite frankly no time to do anything other than the main story. However, Ultimates is relatively crucial for you to enjoy your time with the main event—despite it saying that nowhere. I guess they figured that you’d be reading both anyway, if you cared about either? It’s regardless, awkward, sort of weirdly amateurish editing. It feels like it assumes people in a year will know how you were thinking during publication.
Awkward describes a lot of the book’s attempts at storytelling, actually. Taking it as its own thing, it’s 4 issues of endless, kinda uninspired fighting followed by one final issue dedicated to ending Doom’s character arc and, thus, the story. The Finale issue is one epilogue for each book, and they don’t really connect— really, by the time they collect these books into single volumes or something, you should have the appropriate Finale portion just added to the regular stories. They mean nothing to each other. Just like most Ultimate books, I suppose.
I’m sorry, I’m rambling, but I genuinely barely have anything to talk about. The two-year long culmination of hundreds of pages was just a regular, run of the mill boss fight against an enemy that writers made too powerful. It’s a story about a villain who’s up to no good, and heroes who have to stop him despite not having a plan. The Maker, who is like 50% of the reason the original Ultimate Universe is still relevant, didn’t exist in these books. He left as soon as the prologue was done and then came back with a lot of the same bits and mannerisms, but he’s a tree now.
I don’t know, man, what was supposed to happen? The “Howard is stuck in the City” plotline went nowhere; he immediately turns out to be comic relief and dies. The Kang storyline went actually nowhere, which is wild considering Endgame was probably always going to be these 5 issues. Spider-Man dies in one issue and comes back in the other none worse for wear, and it’s fine.
I also hope you didn’t want anyone who’s not in the Ultimates to do anything. Armor is nowhere to be found and the Secret Society X-Men hang out with Storm doing damage control that doesn’t quite amount to anything. Black Panther comes in, says he’s going to nuke Latveria, and then it doesn’t happen. Killmonger has this whole thing where people notice he’s moving from Africa to Europe all by himself, and when he gets there there’s… nothing for him to do, because there’s nothing for any character to do.
The Guardians of the Galaxy come in as the Hail Mary and, after a cool little bit with Daredevil, also don’t do anything. Wolverine and Phoenix, the only survivors of his title, attack the Maker once and it fails. This is the culmination of 2 years of storytelling and none of these stories really matter to this moment. These characters would have done exactly the same things in their own issue 1, maybe with a different costume.
But, hey, as I mentioned before, Doom does get one good one in there.
Doom is the best part of the Neo Ultimate Universe project. He’s the only one that really justifies the experience, he’s the only one that gets a complete character arc, he’s almost the sole emotional bedrock of Ultimates and, overall, if an issue had Doom in it, it was usually better than anything else that Marvel released that month.
It’s tough to exaggerate how much Camp cooked with this character, honestly, He’s the most salient, worst crime the Maker committed in many ways— self-loathing made manifest, someone who hates his own existence with the same burning passion that the Maker seemingly hates everything else. We accompanied him through the fifty-seven stages of grief that he invented throughout the story, and I think there wasn’t really any other way to end this story than to end him as a person.
His ultimate sacrifice is easy to see coming, but it still makes for a good finale. The tulpas of the Fantastic Four that live in his head manage to beat the crap out of the Maker’s presence in his mind, which is rather funny. The reveal that he gave himself the powers of the Fantastic Four feels… like it’s a bit late for that? Like, I figured we were doing this the first time he showed up in a cover by himself, but after it was never addressed again, I assumed that boat had sailed. It also ruins the design, but that’s fine, we’re not gonna see that design again anyway.
The fact that what destroys the Maker is the Fantastic Four’s love, even though they never even existed here, is pretty narratively satisfying. It’s not as satisfying as it could be, not even close, as a conclusion to this event— the four issues before have nothing to do with it, and it just comes out like Doom finally decided to fight back in the end— but it’s still like, objectively speaking a competent way to wrap up this character arc and this rivalry.
You can probably tell by the disinterest dripping from my words that competent isn’t quite cutting it here.
I want to talk about the technical aspect of the book, unrelated to the writing. Namely, I don’t think this book looks very good.
It alternates between two main art styles, one drawn by Jonas Scharf and colored by Edgar Delgado, mostly contained to the City’s storyline, and the other by the artist/colorist duo of Terry and Rachel Dodson. You might remember Scharf from the Ultimate Incursion crossover featuring Miles Morales, and the Dodson, despite I believe being new to the Ultimate Universe, have a very strong portfolio that I’m sure you’ve seen before in works such as Spider-Man vs The Sinister Sixteen, for instance. They both have very distinct, very specific artstyles that are instantly recognizable.
Why the hell does the comic look like this, then?
Like, no, it does not look terrible, it does not look consistently bad, but so many of these panels feel awkward or weird, or off-model. These people do not look like this anywhere else, because so much of their specific books’ feel was defined by specific artists and colorists. The Ultimates look like how Juan Frigeri and Federico Blee tell me they look like, or Von Randal, or even Pere Pérez. The X-Men look like however Peach Momoko wants them to look like. Spider-Man is supposed to be the easiest way for me to enjoy some good, old fashioned Marco Checchetto art, with impeccable Matthew Wilson colors.
The decision to then bring in artists and colorists that don’t have nearly as much experience with these characters, sometimes not at all, is incredibly fucking baffling to me. Moments that are supposed to hit on imagery alone fall flat because this is not how the moment is supposed to look like. The panels don’t flow the way panels usually flow on anyone’s books. They didn’t even bring in any other letterers other than Cory Petit! And I like Cory! But his fucking character is the one who dies!
I just don’t understand the logic behind the editing of this book. These are obviously the wrong decisions, the wrong people, the wrong timing, the wrong everything— they made sure almost every single other book was finished before starting this one, but they couldn’t make sure the artists were available? They couldn’t make sure everyone had what they needed to make it to the most important book of the line? We’re doing new guys that have never worn the jersey for the fucking World Cup game?!
Like, who is this for? Who wants the ending to have almost nothing to do with the stories you’re telling? Who wants new people to be the ones to welcome you into the last time you’re going to see these creative teams together? Who’s going to go back to this and be like, oh yeah, THAT’S how Tony Stark is supposed to look like?
It’s just such a mess. It’s distracting how much of a mess it feels to read this considering the road we took to get here. Haters talk about the end of the Krakoa era in better faith than I can muster for this, this just makes me feel bad. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.
Look forward to my upcoming post-mortem on the entire universe, coming whenever my meds kick in, I guess. God. I can’t believe they made me dislike Peach Momoko designs. This is crazy work. This is the ultimate fumble.
I think the Ultimate Finale review is going to be... interesting considering how it "ends."
editorial does not beat the hack fraud allegations
it's like watching a beloved roommate move out but for the past 6 months they got really into hookah and have been smoking up the whole place 24/7, so i mean, it's not like I was having fun lately.
“We’ve all lost the luxury of turning the other cheek.“
An update on the world’s most billionaire-friendly book in publication! Spoilers.
We continue the investigation into the Green Arrow murders as Dinah gets to find out more and more about her friend and lover Oliver Queen, who’s apparently, get this, not a nice billionaire.
I guess this deserves its own discussion, because it is a discussion that previous Green Arrow books used to tackle a lot more often. Oliver Queen got reinvented as a fuck-all-rich-people type leftist decades ago now, but that has always been a bit in conflict with the fact that… well, he is one.
Sometimes he loses all his money and makes his trick arrows in a (man) cave with a box of scraps, other times they try hard to disenfranchise Oliver from the really bad billionaires— much like they’ve tried establishing for almost 50 years now exactly how the Wayne family takes care of Gotham, and how they’re not like the disgusting nouveau riche that got there through tech and not through hundreds of years of accumulated wealth.
And does that work? Well, I guess? It specifically works when Oliver gets to say that he’s also included in the list of bastards with money, I suppose. It’s important for the character to hate himself and his role in the world’s problems, whether or not he’s rich anymore is less poignant than what he does with it, in theory.
This is a very 80s, 90s way to think of the disgusting yuppies that American Psycho liked to kill so often. The idea that yes, they’re scum, subhuman and undeserving of respect, but a hero could be good if they used their money well.
Real life… has mostly abandoned that thought process, which is why I think none of these Absolute heroes have much more than a middle class-level of wealth if they even exist in the monetary system at all (Wonder Woman being an exception, since all money really matters to her is for the sake of the land she got), and all of their villains are the elite. The fact Absolute Green Arrow straight up just kills the richest men in the country and/or world is very in line with everything else.
It’s more that, well, I don’t know if Absolute Green Arrow is going to actually commit to a lot of what it talked about in this second issue, mostly because I find it hard to believe this isn’t all building up to a twist. Dinah presumes Oliver had something to do with the child that’s been horribly experimented on, but we don’t have any evidence that he wasn’t protecting the kid from the literal villains instead, for instance.
Green Arrow staple character Mia Dearden, aka Speedy, reintroduced here as a rough and tough boxer who bitched on Facebook a lot, has a flashback of her talking to Ollie about how his friend and co-worker is a pedophilic weirdo, and he attempts to placate her with niceties and promises that he’ll handle it… which, I do think Ollie is a chickenshit loser for this one, but we also never see what he actually tried to do against the Green Arrow’s first victim.
It feels like the structure of the book is obviously pointing us to Oliver being a bad person, but that makes no sense with his death in Absolute Evil. It feels much more likely that he was a coward who finally snapped, who wanted to finally do some good, and thus got killed by the Justice League. But I find it hard to believe we’re building up to him enabling pedophiles.
Speaking of things I find hard to believe, hey, Connor’s definitely alive, right?
I just straight up don’t think Pornsak Pichetshote would kill triple-minority Connor Hawke in fucking Pride Month, during his introduction issue. He gets poisoned and then taken away, but the arrow doesn’t even pierce his heart. We’ve already established the Green Arrow is related to Oliver, and it’s tough to swallow the assumption that he simply did not know about Connor.
At this point I think it’s a reasonable assumption to make that the Green Arrow killer is a conspiracy established by more than one person, and I simply don’t believe Connor isn’t involved, and isn’t still alive. I don’t know man, like, really? The only Blasian in the company? Holy shit lmao
Ultimately it’s fine, it’s not like this isn’t a brand new universe, you can kill whoever you want whenever you want— just look at Absolute Green Lantern. But I do feel like we can’t trust anything Dinah thinks she knows right now, because quite frankly, she’s not being written as particularly insightful.
Good, exciting issue, but since the book is in large part a mystery, most of these reviews are probably just going to be me shooting the shit about theories and reads of characters.
This is a Linda blog now, all posts will be about Linda.
This book is so much fun now, dude. Wally and Linda might be my favorite duo in the Absolute Universe aside from John and the Martian, they have beautifully fit together like almost no other book has managed to do to its main cast.
The art is consistent, the dialogue informs the characters perfectly, and the objective of this arc is vague enough that it’s not an issue that we don’t have a clear way there. It’s also not an issue that we keep checking in on the loose threads of the last, much larger, much less interesting arc. For instance, we get to reintroduce Grodd and his dad!
Grodd the amazing ape was maybe my favorite part of the beginning of Absolute Flash; it perfectly walked the line between cute mascot character and a little guy I actually want to follow. And the ending that we got, with him finding his father, the proper Absolute Gorilla Grodd, was the ending shot of the whole thing for good reason. That’s immediately what I wanted to know more about, especially as Grodd declares war on all men.
It’s good to see Grodd is going to maybe continue to be our ally, at least if he survives. I think the conflict between choosing Wally and his own father is ripe for exploration, don’t get me wrong, but I get the vibe of a life-affirming little critter from Grodd that even horrific experimentation couldn’t quite erase. I also think making Linda his number #1 fan is immediately endearing and makes me want them to hang out more often.
In general, the addition of Linda back into the regular cast has done wonders for this book. Wally is a bit of a wet blanket (for extremely good reasons) and isn’t having the time of his life on the regular, meaning that a character who is having the time of her life, and who is incredibly excited to engage with superheroes and even with the danger that comes with them, comes highly appreciated. Someone actually having fun has turned Absolute Flash into a much easier read.
The fact they've managed to turn Linda, a character I've never particularly cared for in regular Flash, into maybe my favorite character of the book, is a sign of good things to come.
We’ll be back with the Rogues next month and… I’ll be honest, I’ve kinda had enough of them for a while right now, so we’ll see if the book manages to keep this up. God I hope so. I’m a believer in this one man, it just needs the right approach.
Alright it’s a comic book in 3 acts, and I think there’s stuff to talk about in all three, so let’s actually go in order for once. We open up with Batman vs the Robins, which has the funniest fucking bats-for-scale opening panel I’ve seen in a while.
I swear to you that I didn’t even realize Jason is in this shot because he’s so huge. The size of the Robin mechas in the concept art doesn’t quite feel real until you see how the gigantic man Batman is pales in comparison to even the smallest one of them. This is a dude going against a Gundam, this is a dude beating Godzilla up with his bare hands, and that’s fucking sick and metal and awesome and etc et al, all the things Absolute Batman has established the character is by now.
And I do enjoy that Bruce likes the challenge; he has the biggest shit-eating grin possible when he realizes he’s going to have to reenact his favorite scenes from Escaflowne but without a gigantic sword. He gives the Robins the biggest, hardest run for their money possible, and it’s cool to see how this squad is anything but cohesive right now.
Their personalities clash as much as the regular Robins’ personalities usually do, but a very important part of it is that none of them really respects each other. Jason has no reason to care about what Dick has to say, and Tim, Steph and Duke seem like equals in different ways than they usually do— Steph is a lot more down-to-Earth, Tim is a lot more brash, Duke is a lot more serious, and I just really enjoy the idea that you can instantly tell this team isn’t homogenous like the Batfamily can come off as sometimes.
Because at the end of the day they’re all Batman, right? At the end of the day, the fantasy is that at some point, any of them could take over for Bruce and be extremely good at this. Steph is the perfect encapsulation of the kind of persona Bruce Wayne wishes to exude, Dick is the shining beacon of hope Bruce aims to be one day, Tim is the world’s greatest detective, etc— it’s always been the case that even when they’re at their most different, they’re all in the shadow of the bat. So for them to all not be like that and for them to not be able to beat up a coked-up crazy guy with an axe is really fun, and very funny.
Parallel to that we have a nice variation on the status quo, in that Batman and the Robins have active tech supports yelling at them— Harley Quinn and Alfred on Bruce’s side, Slade on the Robins’s, and you can kinda see that Alfred and Slade are not very good at this. In fact, Bruce only manages to survive the fight because of Harley’s quick thinking and improvisation, the kooky wonderous streak she’s working with is crucial to throw a wrench at the plans of these two old men who should just be kissing somewhere sunny instead.
It’s a cool relationship to watch flourish. I hope this Batman and Harley Quinn as the Dynamic Duo bit doesn’t get replaced when Dick inevitably comes to the side of angels, especially as if seems Jason is a lot more interested in destruction than he is anything else, and Joker will likely catch on to that. I think it’s been confirmed that Joker actually raised Jason in this universe? More to come on that I suppose.
But yeah, this is one of my favorite action sequences in the entire book, I think it rules and perfectly establishes who these characters are and what they’re going to be up to in the coming months.
Act 2 is the funeral of James Gordon, killed by Scarecrow on a whim a couple issues ago. Barbara, who is now scheduled to become THE BAT in a while, gives us a speech about how cool her dad was, and I am not here to talk about her— Barbara has not really done much yet and I feel like it’s because we have still not seen the start of her character arc, and by the time she puts on the suit, then we’ll have something to talk about.
What I want to talk about more than anything in this book is the boys, they’re back in town.
Look I call these the Bat-cabinet because of Moon Knight’s Shadow Cabinet, yeah, but, let me just be very direct— these are currently my favorite versions of these characters and, honestly, I can’t recall the last time I liked Batman’s Rogue’s Gallery so much.
Because, here’s the thing, right: Batman villains are homogenous. They are character vibes that can be summoned at any time while reading and writing comics that aren’t supposed to end, and because of that, they have to be able to do anything. You can try your hardest to make Two-Face into an interesting, beautiful depiction of mental illness or a harsh, brutal takedown of the American justice system or what have you, but the fact of the matter is, eventually he’s going to have to rob a bank so we can have a cold open with Batman and Robin beating the shit out of him.
The bank-robbery constant means none of the regular versions of these characters can be too consistent, because, at the end of the day, it wouldn’t really make sense for Poison Ivy to rob a bank, or for Mr. Freeze to rob a bank, or whatever. Not if you want to have complete, full stories that commit to their specific shticks. But they all do it, they all have to get squished down to a costumed nuisance who’s just kinda dressing up to do mundane crime every once in a while. That’s fine, that’s a part of the medium, that’s what makes it fun.
The Absolute Rogue’s Gallery has had the opportunity to make something specific out of all of these characters, and I think it’s succeeding like nobody’s business right now. For one, I really enjoy how these are all in different stages of their journey.
Waylon and Nygma are genuinely struggling with the new way their lives work, and Harvey doesn’t know if he should metaphorically and literally pull the trigger on a life of revenge and spite. Oswald, easily the one that got it the worst from Bane, is fully down for being a tar pit of a man for the rest of his presumably short life, but that doesn’t even change the fact that nobody respects him, nobody wants him around. Except his friends.
And even though they all mourn the loss of their old lives, they also mourn the loss of Bruce as their friend— Bruce, who is absolutely part of the reason why they are like this now, and can’t face a world without the friends he remembers. He tried reaching out to all of them only to get hit in the face with the fact that the old ways to engage with his childhood friends are now denied to him, and his reaction was to assume his friends are done.
But they’re not, and Waylon is the group’s bedrock right now. He’s not even a human being anymore, yet he’s the one who clings to his humanity harder than any of them. I think his relationship to Bruce in the Absolute Universe reflects regular Bruce’s relationship to Harvey the most— a kind of mutual understanding that they will never stop doing what they believe in as long as they live, that gets twisted into making them a hero and a villain far too often.
Meaning I think it’s gonna hurt like shit when Waylon does something Bruce simply cannot abide by, forcing him to hunt his friend down as much as any Batman has hunted Killer Croc down. It’s one of the only stories you can really tell with that strong a relationship present.
But fuck, it has been so long since any Batman book has had this kind of relationship in it, and convinced me that the relationship is real. Far too often Batman is a character that only interacts with like, 5 others like they matter, and everyone else is in the limbo of “How much does this writer like this character? How much do they know about the lore? Which stories are they ignoring and which ones did they actually read?”
And that’s fair, again, that’s okay. That’s how comic books work. You should not want nor expect that every writer knows 100% of the history behind every singular character ever published; that’s how you get comics about comics. But it means that every single new relationship regular Batman gets can feel a lot like mad libs, a lot like something we’ve done before just given a new coat of paint.
And like, obviously, this is the Absolute Universe writ large, that’s literally what the point of it is. But letting it continue beyond that, allowing the “Yes, and?” of it all to take hold of the narrative and cultivating it until it’s its own vibe, its own ideas, its own thing you can follow with zero interest in the original, ah man that’s the best. I’m really, really happy this is where we’re at. I don’t think there’s any universe where these characters won’t become villainous, but I don’t think it’s going to feel like they’re just going to dress some people up like themselves and go rob a bank any time soon. So refreshing.
Speaking of refreshing, so act 3, right.
Act 3 is more just the epilogue of the book, it’s three pages where Joker and Batman finally meet, in civvies, on top of a skyscraper. It’s in many ways just a way to introduce Clayface, and to give closure to Scarecrow’s previous revelation that “the Batman project” was more of a late-night joke between them than anything else.
I’m not going to pretend there is a lot to talk about here, there’s not. This is an extended “to be continued” moment, but, I want to talk about what we know of Absolute Joker’s character so far for a while.
We were introduced to him right away in the first issue of Absolute Batman if memory serves— the idea being that Joker did the rounds of training that Batman did. Later we saw him as the mastermind behind Bane’s operation; he would tell Bane to kill specific people in different places of the planet so that his vague domain over other countries could continue.
He is also a supernaturally enhanced monster, apparently having found a way to physically absorb people’s lives and turning into a horrifying freak of nature, with a smile that goes all the way to his brow. He’s immortal, super powerful, highly involved with the high echelon of society that controls the world, and he also understands the nature of the universe. In Absolute Evil, Joker is the one to explain to us what the Omega Particle is, and he is the one to coin the term “Justice League” for the particular collection of villains in that conversation.
And something I’ve always struggled with in that one-shot is that Joker seems genuinely terrified of what he found. He looks like he didn’t actually think it was that serious, that he thought existence was just a fun little thing that happened and now he got to eat babies for lunch sometimes.
It feels like the discovery broke something in his own personal philosophy. It imbued him with the idea that he’s in this position because he, specifically, should be in this position. That this is his job, that his god-ordained role in the fabric of reality is to be evil, to be bad, and that is good. That is how the world is supposed to be.
And then you go to Absolute Batman, and he always looks a little bored?
Like I can’t be the only one who perceives him as a bit uninterested in his ordained great role in the universe. He seems like he genuinely doesn’t feel joy other than when he’s hurting people, but even then that also feels like it’s just because he gets to stretch his devil wings, so to speak. It’s like it’s not fun anymore; maybe it never really was, but now hatred has become a job. A thing he does because he has to, not because he wants to. Excel sheets and taxes, oppression for the sake of a plan and not just to see how far you can take people before they crack.
Scarecrow loves what he’s doing, the people in Ark M seem to love what they’re doing, others have personal reasons to commit to their character designs and go crazy on some buildings. But Joker seems to be lacking something in his life.
And then he so happy with Batman.
I think the Joker “needing” Batman in a psycho-sexual way is a very common way to write these two characters, but I like that Absolute Joker’s bit seems to be that he specifically needs something to give a shit about. Batman is something he has never been able to control, even though he’s the reason Bruce even donned the specific cape and cowl he’s rocking. Batman isn’t part of the pipeline anymore. Every plan he had for Batman has either been abandoned or actively failed.
For the first time in forever, there’s something new in town, and he seems to be positively fucking giddy at the prospect that he gets to finally, after a century, have some fun again.
Ah man it’s so good to enjoy a Batman book consistently one more time.
likely an agonizing thought considering the current state of marvel event books but: thoughts on Avengers Armageddon #1? If any?
I always give Zdarsky's stuff a try and a lot of good faith, because I'm obsessed with Sex Criminals (the comic not the people) and Spectacular Spider-Man/Life Story are my favorite modern Spider-Man books, so in my head he can really cook.
his captain america and armaggedon are lowkey pretty mid unfortunately. I'm gonna try out his Avengers but i think Captain America should be used to go hardcore on political commentary, and I constantly feel like he's not really saying much of anything. He's better at character work than political stuff, it's an unfortunate mismatch.
They're fine comics though, just not doing anything I care about.
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Not many thoughts about these past two weeks of comics, so here we are. We’re doing Batman #10, Batgirl #20, Absolute Green Lantern #15, Absolute Catwoman #1, and Mortal Thor #11.
Batman #10
I think the book is in a good place now, and we’re about to get a new character to be like Alfred,so maybe the Ghost Alfred subplot is finally going to go somewhere. The Bat-Family’s different ways to cope with the new status quo are fun to watch, even if I still think Tim being the one to quit is still kinda silly and unearned.
I do still feel like Barbara in prison is a boring thing to do, but hey, Barbara doesn’t get to do interesting things anymore, it’s par for the course. Unfortunately the pacing of the main book does mean there’s nothing really happening until it all explodes.
Batgirl #20
I was really looking forward to when we got back to Gotham City and started doing weird noir shit again, and this didn’t disappoint at all. I do find it a bit tiresome that we have to connect every single Cass story in this book to her past; like, not every single Batman story is about his parents, not every single Action Comics bit is about Krypton exploding, certainly we can explore aspects of the Cassandra character that don’t have to harken back to her origin, yeah?
Still, this is probably how the status quo is going to look for a while—Batgirl, Jade Tiger, and Jaya hanging out in dirty places and doing Hero Trio shenanigans. I like how they’re all being written and I am genuinely curious about what aspect of Cass’s backstory are we going to retcon this time.
… I do feel like the password for her breakdown was way too common, I mean, I’ve said that word multiple times because it’s one of my favorite flowers. She fights Poison Ivy on the regular, come on.
Absolute Green Lantern #15
My favorite issue in a long time. We finally get to see these powers in action, and we finally get them to be actually distinct. A limiting thing about the regular Green Lantern books is that they spend a lot of time trying to convince the reader that all the Lantern colors operate differently, yet the writers still need them to basically be punch lasers every once in a while.
Ewing’s attempting to give them specific bits that they can engage in. The Red light can control one’s body completely, to grotesque and efficient results. The Gold light seems to be completely passive, but I’m sure John’s gonna think about something soon. The way Re and Jo use their Red and Green lights respectively is an interesting dichotomy about their mental states— one of them uses it to trap and force others unto his will, the other uses it as a way to break chains, and to allow herself to have the freedom to do whatever she wants.
It’s an interesting character study and reads better than the last time Re opened his mouth to monologue, which I thought was a little silly. We’re supposedly finally going to attack Mogo soon, which I’m curious to see how it’s going to go, from a… logistics perspective, I suppose. Also wonder if these things ever run out of batteries? Been a year of story and I don’t think we’ve ever even addressed that.
Hey, as a side note, I do hope Hal remains as a Pink Lantern, or at least keep switching these out. I think him as Blackstar was cool, but it would be more interesting if the primarily female-coded gang from the regular universe was Just A Guy in this one. Even more interesting if he had to wear the wedgie leotard.
Absolute Catwoman #1
Gotta keep it real with you gang, I don’t like Catwoman in general. I think putting a girl in a tight black catsuit and calling her a cat is the lowest form of character design, and it takes a lot to make me like someone like that. I enjoyed Ultimate Black Cat, gone but not forgotten, entirely in spite of her design for the past 2 years. So I wasn’t expecting anything out of this one.
What I got was the confirmation that even when an issue of an Absolute comic is mid, it’s still better than usual. I was not insanely invested in anything in this book, but this is still fine, this is still probably as much fun as I’ve had with Catwoman yet. Even though she’s Cuban and not Brazilian, which makes me feel like Iván Talavera lied to my face.
But, like, regardless of how she looks, this is fine. The gimmick is that she’s got all the Batman gear and money, which I… don’t think is nearly as extreme and interesting in execution as everyone else’s gimmick, but, sure. It’s well drawn, it’s written like Che Grayson usually writes, and it seems like it has something to say about the character. But I can’t pretend it’s not that much higher than a 7.
Until the last page, when it turns into a 10, an 11, a 12, whatever grade you want to give it, let’s fucking go, we are so back, we are so back. But at that point, I’m more excited about the character reveal at the end than about the main character, and I feel like that’s going to not pay dividends.
The Mortal Thor #11
Another one of my favorite issues in a minute. Mortal Thor is building up to a conclusion, and its takes on villains are by far the best part of the experience. I think Ewing’s Dario Agger is hit-or-miss, usually— it depends on how much I’m game for his comments on capitalism. I just feel like sometimes it comes off as too simplistic a critique for something he returns to over and over again. And I feel like this one, specifically, is also very simplistic.
So when Sigurd keeps interrupting his one-note remarks about money by hammering him in the face for 2 straight pages, it works very well as a nice gag. It’s a confrontation I sorta wish had gone on for more than one issue, but it’s paced well, and it feels good when it ends.
It’s also very funny to offer someone the Seattle minimum wage to stop bothering you. Man couldn’t even be bothered to give him proper rich people money.
do you have any opinions whatsoever on the whole Midnight Universe thing that Marvel definitely 100% won't fuck up this fall in light of *gestures at the Book-End reviews of The Ultimates/Ultimate Spider-Man*, especially considering how they're pushing this one out less than half a year after they just killed the New!Ultimates initiative
My honest opinion is that I don't have faith in Marvel's projects right now, and so I don't intend to read it for myself and/or cover it here.
Like, if in 2 or so years the books are still alive and people say it's really good, I'd be more than willing to give it a shot-- I don't spite anyone involved in this and I'm obviously a fan of the writers and artists. At least some of them.
But Marvel Comics seems like it's more interested in doing the whole "#1 issues sell more" bit with entire lines now, and I don't think that's healthy or sustainable, so I'm not gonna be engaging with it. No free marketing from me!
Completely parallel to that, I feel like the marketing that exists right now is kinda lame and doesn't make me want to read these. As a massive fan of the Absolute Universe's penchant of "what if Blank was a little fucked up", doing that but going "... and SPOOOKY!" at the end is kinda... I mean sure, there's probably gonna be some good comics out in there, but I don't feel like thematics are the reason most Marvel books have lost me recently. It's the fact they're all samey, it's the fact I don't feel like the people making them can really do what they want when they want, and it's the fact they don't end well.
Trying to sell me a whole new universe while they're not even done killing the last one doesn't help either.
Still! I hope I'm entirely wrong and it's the coolest shit ever, and I hope everyone loves it.