I picked this up on a whim after I came across news that there would soon be a sequel out for it.
This is a limited series comic book by John Ridley, Oscar-winning writer of ‘12 Years a Slave’. Set in the 60s during JFK’s regime, the story follows former ad salesman Wes Catham, who takes a job offer from his friend, Bobby Kennedy, to manage the Civil Defense Corps. The CDC are government-run superheroes who fight staged battles to give America hope and keep the Russians at bay.
But things go south from Wes’ very first day - the heroic beacon of light, Old Glory, dies in battle and suddenly nothing is the same again. Despite Wes coming up with an excellent plan to soothe race relations in America, things keep taking a turn for the worst. Soon, the heroes seem intent on fighting each other rather than any external enemy - real or imagined.
The concept of this book is excellent, but its execution is poor. The revelation that the CDC are little more than actors is a refreshing take on the superhero genre, but the creators are unable to follow through on this. The entire book seems to be conceived for the sole purpose to tear these heroes apart and show them for who they really are, racist bigots. While I’m fine with that, the writing itself didn’t work hard enough to make the reader care about these characters or be innovative enough for us to appreciate the novelty of it all.
Ridley’s narrative structure is representative of all high-brow comic books, full of philosophical musings and melodramatic flare, but it lacks coherence. There are too many characters with very little personality. People like X15, East Coast Intellectual and Hellbent - the names are truly outrageous in this book - only appear for plot purposes. They do little by way of story or characterization.
Also, what is the point of having someone of superior intellect, and another who can see the future, if neither does anything with that power? People get hurt, maimed, worse, and these two superheroes do nothing but speak in rhetoric. Too little too late, methinks.
Also, while we find out the truth behind Wanderer, the alien superhero, the origins of Freya remain a mystery; is she really a Norse goddess or something else? Apparently we don’t need to care, because she’s just a female hero. The trouble with many of the characters is that they come across as Marvel and DC knock offs. Pharos is a Superman-like character, with all the goodness and purity of the original, plus a journalist love interest who is more often the story herself. Sound familiar? Many of the other characters also mirror those who have come before, a strange choice given this was written in 2007, and series like Alan Moore’s Top 10 would have suggested what a range of superhero powers and personalities can be mined from imaginative minds.
For a book about solving race relations, it is very, very white. There is only the one black character and everyone is trying to kill him. Other black people only turn up to be killed or worse. There’s trying too hard and there’s trying to be clever - this one fails at both. It feels like the writer wanted a pat on the back for trying to show up the racists as bad guys, but he never goes far enough to outright condemn them.
Also, Ridley isn’t very good at writing the female characters. Catham’s wife is little more than window dressing to show how much HE is sacrificing and missing out on. The only time we see her interact with anyone is when she’s obviously jealous of a good-looking reporter showing up at her door. Why is she like this?
The superhero women include three and all three of them have the stupidest outfits ever. At least Ole Miss isn’t bursting out of her clothes, which the other two can’t avoid. It’s annoying to come across so much pedantic pondering when the art betrays the true nature of the creators’ thinking.
The art is uninteresting and very familiar. The characters are not only written as carbon copies of each other but many are drawn as such as well. There are times when I honestly couldn’t make out who was talking because all the three men in a panel looked and spoke the same. The heroes suffer the same fate.
I am concerned what the sequel will bring. Hopefully more actual diversity and not just the lip service/ white savior trope this book meted out.
Is this worth a read? If you want to spend an aggravating evening in the midst of condemnable characters and flat writing, sure go ahead.