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I'm a fan of Bagge's from the Hate days, where he wrote about grunger Buddy Bradley and his gang of whacked out pals. I suspect the plotlines were somewhat biographical, all about neuroses, relationships, strange roommates, insipid hipsters, etc.
You want to know what kind of insane genius Bagge is? In Hate, he would print kooky fan letters and rip on their authors in italics. One suspects he either loved these fools deep down or the people that bothered to read the letters column. Why do I say that? Because in like issue 12 or 15 or something, some deranged individual writes in suggesting that Buddy and his girlfriend Lisa find a magic flute. Looney, right? Well, check out the last panel of the final issue. They find a fucking magic whistle, a total non sequitor!
Otherwise, I enjoyed his What-if-esque skewering of Spiderman. He harped on Peter Parker's guilt and shame, had Gwen Stacy pump him up on Ayn Rand, and turned him into a megalomaniac. It was beautiful.
Expect good things from Bagge. |
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