A Lack of a Title for a Lack of Words
I just came back from a weekend in Copenhagen. Most of the plans I’d had never came off so I ended up in my hotel room reading Wet Moon (which I had just bought by chance), a testament to the fact that adventure might as well be found in a book as on holiday. I consumed the first volume almost in one go, lying on the bed munching potato chips, totally absorbed like Trilby watching Star Trek.
I loved Cleo from the first moment, her insecure posture, her little round body, short arms and small feet, and the way she holds her cigarette to her hip. There’s just something very lovable about this shy, short, slightly overweight goth, who’s trying to be nice to everybody which awakens the empathy of the reader.
Cleo appeals because she is
real
. I feel like I’ve seen her before. That goes for the other characters as well. They are
true
. Sure, they may all be stereotypes, but that at the same time is what makes them realistic and, therefore, as unique as their names: Cleopatra Lovedrop, Mara Zuzanny, Malady Mayapple (...?), Trilby Bernarde (Trilby Bernarde! :D) to mention a few.
I feel like Campbell has torn out a piece of reality and shown it to me in a way that makes me see more than I did before, like if his book is a magnifying glass. If art was ever about portraying the human condition (and beauty) or showing reality in a novel way, Campbell has built a Sixtine Chapel.
Campbell’s eye for the human body and his mastery of anatomy speaks for itself (there's some real weight behind Cleo shoving Trilby on p. 14, I can almost feel her hands on my shoulder blade), although some of the girls (especially Cleo, Audrey, and Myrtle (yet another marvelous name from Campbell’s hat of wonders)) appear a bit too fertile (even Mara, that African tribal tiger goddess, seems a bit stocky). The most enviable part of Campbell’s drawings is that they all appear so effortless and easy, they almost seem careless.
I am drunken with Campbell’s use of body language and facial expressions to really hammer out the nature of the characters. Examples are Cleo’s frequent displays of insecurity as well as her numerous expressions of surprise and excitement and skinny, freckled Trilby and her boyish demeanor, covering her insecurity (so clear-cut and elegantly shown in the scene where’s she’s watching Star Trek and the one where she’s looking up at Martin, indeed also Trilby obviously thinking on something else while Audrey is talking on p. 100) which makes her an adorable brat for all her façade.* I can actually
hear
the thick, lisping way Trilby’s brazes makes her talk.
Another thing that deserves mentioning is Campbell's attention to detail, both to objects as well as behaviour like for instance the Star Craft Hydralisk on the shelf of Slicer’s and Audrey’s apartment or Cleo toying with her hair or her crackled nail polish.
This is, of course, mostly form. No game, however good the graphics, is worth playing without sound gameplay, but Campbell’s sense of storytelling is as spell-binding as his artwork. What hooked me on at first was the way he was able to tell a (totally dialogue-driven) down-to-earth tale with everyday conversations about everyday problems and still make it compelling. I could happily have read a whole volume about nothing but being in love and your room mate stealing your vegan soups.
But then at the same time there’re these plots evolving beneath the sunny surface of Wet Moon which keeps you wanting more and more (the art of storytelling, I
so
need to read book 2), the most mysterious of them revolving around the character of Fern (who/
what
is she?). While Wet Moon is mostly cute there are these...things...that just makes it eerie if not downright disturbing from time to time (like for instance Myrtle’s self-hate, the frame with the tongue on p. 23 gives me the creeps, it’s like it has its own evil consciousness). And who is that knight on the bus?!
I’m all warm inside. Like if it’s Christmas. I just want to hug them. Tell Cleo that the pain in her stomach will go away and Myrtle that everything will be alright.
I’ll be spending this summer in Wet Moon. It’s like discovering a new Twin Peaks or a new Sunnydale.
* a few (the book abounds with examples) favourite expressions are Cleo looking up at Trilby on p. 13, Cleo greeting Audrey and looking surprised (those huge eyes, so full of wonder and amazement) on p. 15, the horror on Cleo’s face on p. 34, a confused Cleo looking up at Malady on p. 48, Cleo looking at Connor drawing his geeky NightDemon, Cleo looking excited at Trilby and listening to Audrey on p. 107 and Cleo standing in the shadows on p. 127 carefully peeking after Vincent, hee hee. And that’s just Cleo. The list would be just as long for any other character.