#miracles inc

[tomoleary]

Wally Wood "Blast-Off" Unpublished Cover Color Guide (Harvey circa 1966) Source

“Miracles, Inc. was Wally Wood's contribution to the "Harvey Thriller" line. Klank, Thermo, Misfit, Reflex, The Professor, Una, and Manlet -- the gang's all here.”

[jasenlex]

ISOLATED COMIC BOOK PANEL #1653 title: UNEARTHLY SPECTACULARS #2 - P35:1 artist: WALLY WOOD year: 1966

[littleandroidprincess-blog]

Finished Flawless yesterday! These books are SO different from the TV show. :( Anyway. I'm taking a PLL break since I don't want to read the whole series at nine bucks a pop in a week. Merp. Next up: Lipstick in Afghanistan and Miracles, Inc. Does anyone even want a review for Flawless? It'd be just like the lame-o one I wrote for PLL Book 1, because I hate giving important plot pieces away D: 

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“I decide to think about Carly, and I wonder why she has not responded to my proposition, Surely she weighed the possibilities. She can die of ovarian cancer, or she can help me escape and claim she was seduced by my charm, and spend a few years in prison. Choosing incarceration and a potential long life over certain death is a no-brainer.” Now, Carly is a prison guard, and apparently a believer. And the jailed Rev. Oliver is the narrator we are supposed to follow, or at least identify with as a guide; but there’s no possible level of charm that would allow this proposition -- that the dying guard exchange her integrity and freedom for an empty promise of healing from a preacher who knows he can’t heal -- to appear as anything but repugnant. On the other hand, this escape plan doesn’t work, because Carly sickens and dies; that might be a plus on the moral side of the scale, but it’s another example of the static plotting and lack of agency that run through this book.

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tj forrester, miracles, inc.

“The irony did not escape me. Vernon L. Oliver, he who had recently healed a paraplegic in front of ten thousand witnesses, could not heal his own girlfriend. I got up and walked down the aisle, stopped in front of the cubicle where a thoughtful God commanded his throne, fought the urge to spit in his direction.” Never you mind that, in a book about a fraudulent faith-healer that’s narrated by that faith-healer, in direct address, from his prison cell, this is a simple Alanis-level irony. And never mind that this is one of the very few points in this book where any kind of genuine religious belief is exhibited by anyone -- and that consists of an urge to spit. No, be annoyed that just a couple of pages later that girlfriend gets over her catastrophic head wound and Mr. Oliver actually does get to take credit for the healing.

Simon & Schuster 02.01.11