By Andrew A. Smith
Scripps Howard News Service
June 15, 2010 -- It’s weirdly appropriate that Neil Young’s Greendale
(DC/Vertigo, $19.99) has arrived as gallons of crude oil wash up on the white sand beaches of the Gulf coast.
Because one theme of Greendale
is environmentalism. Another is natural synchronicity – of people, events and the huge wheel of fate. Whoa!
is also a heartwarming coming-of-age story, a chilling contest with evil and a wondrous tale of “witchery.” At least, that’s what Greendale
is in its graphic novel form. I can’t speak to what aspects are revealed of this strange little California town in its previous incarnations as 1) a concept album, 2) a rock opera and 3) an indie movie – none of which I have seen or heard.
And that turns out to be OK. In the hands of writer Joshua Dysart (Unknown Soldier
) and artist Cliff Chiang (Green Arrow & Black Canary
the graphic novel is completely satisfying as its own, singular animal.
It’s the story of Sun Green – actually, of her entire family, but especially the Green women, most of whom disappear under odd circumstance, but all of whom have a preternatural connection to nature (abilities some townsfolk describe as “witchery”). As 17-year-old Sun discovers her powers (and all the other wonders and distractions of being an attractive teenage girl), we also meet various members of her extended family – some of whom arrive only in dreams and hallucinations. We also meet The Stranger in Red, a character only the Green women can see, a “taker” (as described by Sun’s great-grandmother) who is reminiscent, in a goose-pimply way, of The Walking Man in Stephen King’s The Stand
Sun does some things we don’t expect, but often her actions are as natural and comforting as a summer rain. My wife’s reaction after reading Greendale
was to re-experience that rain – to reminisce about her own younger years, when she too felt like a Green woman, “born with flames in our hands and bottled love in our hips.” But, oddly, I felt an empathy with Sun as well, despite being male. Perhaps that’s the magic of adolescence, regardless of gender, or maybe just a tug from our roots – a reminder that we’re all part of the natural world.
So I enjoyed Greendale
immensely, just as scenes from the Gulf reminded me how prescient it is. Maybe that’s synchronicity, maybe that’s coincidence. Or maybe it’s witchery.
Neil Young’s Greendale
is published on 100 percent recycled paper. More information is available at www.nygreendale.com
* The most popular edition in Eureka Productions’ “Graphic Classics” series is volume one, featuring stories by Edgar Allan Poe, as interpreted by a variety of top-drawer artists. Now comes the greatly revised fourth edition ($12.95).
This version is still highly recommended, if for no other reason than the immensely talented Rick Geary’s rendition of “The Tell-Tale Heart.” New in this edition are “The Pit and the Pendulum” (which I find more terrifying with art than I did in Poe’s original prose), “William Wilson,” “Annabel Lee” and “The Black Cat.” These old favorites are welcome, despite displacing “King Pest,” “Hop Frog” and “The Masque of the Red Death,” found in the third edition. Only the last do I lament, and by eerie coincidence, an excellent adaptation of that tale has just been reprinted in Eerie Archives
Vol. 3 (Dark Horse, $49.99). So no blood, no foul.
Included in both editions are “The Raven,” “The Fall of the House of Usher,” “A Cask of Amontillado” and others. For the love of God, Montressor, pick up a copy at www.graphicclassics.com
* Marvel Masterworks: Golden Age Captain America
Vol. 4 (Marvel, $59.99) reprints Captain America Comics
Nos. 13-16 from 1942, long after superstar series creators Joe Simon and Jack Kirby had left Timely Comics. They’re replaced by the lesser art team of Al Avison and Syd Shores, and mostly unknown writers.
But you can see that Avison was doing his darnedest to ape Simon & Kirby’s kinetic approach, with wild anatomical impossibilities, broken panel borders and in-your-face fistfights. And while the stories are fairly pedestrian, they do take place immediately after Pearl Harbor, and American anger at the Japanese fairly leaps off the page.
That raw – and unfortunately racist – reaction gives these stories a sort of boorish charm. Especially when The Red Skull has a rising sun on his chest for half a story, then a swastika for the other half!
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