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As a bit of background 'Oor Wullie' was a sort of Calvinist version of 'Dennis The Menace', and 'The Broons' was a hard, Presbyterian take on The Simpsons, maybe, before the fact. There was something especially wrong with 'The Broons'. I still have nightmares about them sometimes, actually. There is no cultural equivalent these days - the worst excesses of Pete Bagge, say, seem like a walk in the park, relatively, because you can always put down 'Hate' or whatever, and do something else. 'The Broons' wasn't like that. There was this sense of the inevitability of moth-infested black suits, bible studies, spousal abuse, inchoate rage in the cemetary and so on, and no escape being possible.
It's, er, hard to explain the climate of fear the material fed off; basically Scotland, in the 1970's, was not a good place to be. This feeling of dread, I think, informs Frank Quitely's best stuff. As it does the work of your friend and mine, George Morrissey. |
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