When Jonathan Hickman retools existing characters, I rejoice. This doesn't apply only to his Marvel work, though obviously his Fantastic Four and mutant stories especially rank among the finest runs in those characters' long histories; my favourite of his creator-owned comics is The Manhattan Projects, which is pretty much a darkly humorous reboot of twentieth century science, and one of the reasons I didn't see any need to numb my arse with another, later telling of Oppenheimer's life that looked barely more accurate and far less entertaining.
When Hickman creates new characters, on the other hand...apart from what's implicit in the title, I can't remember a single thing about a single character in Decorum. And again, the same holds true when he adds to an existing universe, where he tends to create characters who have more structural significance than personality, cyphers like the Black Order and the mutants of Arakko, who more often than not have either an all-white or all-black look. And yes, on that cover – not one, not two, but three new characters all in white! Who, once we get underway, are revealed to be but representatives of a whole hundred! Oh, joy.
So what is G.O.D.S.? Well, if you're expecting the acronym ever to be explained, it isn't. Possibly because, having bequeathed his beloved data pages to the Krakoa office, Hickman is here operating without their support, bar one that sneaks in to the penultimate issue. The obvious answer would be gods, who have of course been knocking about the Marvel Universe since its foundation, but Thor et al are barely glimpsed. I'd been under the impression that it was a reworking of cosmic entities like Eternity, which had itself seemed like a bad idea when Al Ewing has not long since done the best work on them we're likely to see for at least a generation. Well, perhaps fortunately, it's not even really about them either, though we do get Oblivion knocking around in a manky woolly hat, a bit of the Living Tribunal, and a role for living Britpop earworm the In-Betweener.
Mainly, though, this is the story of the human representatives of the-Powers-That-Be and the-Natural-Order-of-Things. The former are magic and the latter science, kind of. Representing the interests of the first, Wyn, the guy on the cover who looks unhelpfully like a sexier Doctor Strange, especially awkward when Strange is here too; there's even a variant cover poking fun at the resemblance. For the other, the aforementioned hundred in white, the Centum, though mainly Aiko. Who, helpfully for dramatic purposes, is Wyn's ex. And that's the most unexpected thing here, that the more personal G.O.D.S. gets, the more rewarding it is. The cosmic angle that you'd think would be right up Hickman's street mostly ends up feeling vague and/or overfamiliar; the rival hidden forces on Earth are basically Unknown Armies minus the scuzz and bite. There are occasional great moments and images, sure, but it only reliably gets into gear once we're into the day to day of Wyn's weird fixer role, where he and sidekick Dmitri are somewhere between a more personable Sapphire & Steel and a PG John Constantine, wheeling and dealing, mixing the occasional deployment of real power with a gift for knowing just which small intervention to make when, who to ask for what favour. And then once you entangle that with the romance plot, it really starts to sing. It's not like Hickman has never done primarily comedic and interpersonal plots before, even if it's not necessarily the first thing you'd associate with him; look at the aforementioned Manhattan Projects, his delightful New Mutants, or the times his X-Men became the Summers family sitcom. But this was the first time I've found myself wishing he'd sacked off the ambitious superstructure altogether and just let that bit breathe.