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I think, myself, that if comics aren't about superheroes or (pushing it a bit) the undead, then what's the point?
The Holocaust was dreadful enough, surely, without it being re-viewed through the eyes of a mouse? As in 'Maus.' It was a terrible situation, but one that, say, Primo Levi seems to have handled a bit better in terms of emotional weight. I stand to be corrected, I suppose, but had I had the misfortune to have been in one of the camps, I can't see how Art S's work would have not seemed like a slap in the face.
I think that if you're going to write about anything serious there's an established form for doing it in, which is a novel - in that sort of context, the graphic novel is an essentialy frivolous way of going about things, and if it's not that then it's boring (D Clowes, I'm looking at you - If it's all so terrible, all this morbid self-attention, why didn't you get a job in a bank, etc, if it's really that upsetting, you big clot ...)
All that aside though, 'The Enigma' by Peter Milligan and Duncan Fergredo is really about as good as superhero comics get, IMVHO. It's more thoughtful than 'Watchmen', and very much as gripping as 'The Dark Knight Returns.' |
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