Black Hammer is in the first volume Jeff Lemire’s love letter to superhero comics, particularly the Golden and Silver Ages of comics. He does superhero work for the comics Big Houses that I have never much been able to fully appreciate. Not enough heart. Flat dialogue that doesn’t quite fit. I prefer his indie northern Canadian farm comics, sad, anguished, father-son focused, family focused, though I also like his indie sci-fi stuff like Descender and Trillium, where he gets that sad heart thing going. In Lemire’s indie stuff there’s always a streak of sadness, loss, regret. Heart!
In Black Hammer, Lemire makes the most conscious choice he has made so far to meld his two loves—realistic, character-based stories, and superhero comics. So how does he do this? He sticks the superheroes on a northern Ontario farm! Why is not clear, yet, but here all of the different superheroes, “out to pasture” for what I presume to be a time, get to function as a kind of family. None of this is really all that new,. We have old superheroes in Watchmen and even Batman in the Dark Knight Returns deeply reflecting on the past and looking to an uncertain future, trying to scrape up some kind of resolve to go on, but for what? To care about each other and themselves, first and foremost. And maybe one more adventure lies in their future? Who knows, but you don’t want to read a superhero comic unless they get to be superheroes again, right?
Abraham Slam, Golden Gail, Colonel Weird, Madame Dragonfly, and Barbalien were once the champions of Spiral City, Abe being the lead guy in this volume. Abe starts a relationship with a local waitress, who after a time insists on coming to his house for supper. . . so they have to hide those secret identities. Golden Gail would be 60, but for some unexplained reason is in the body of a 9 year old girl. She is unhappy, especially when she gets in trouble for smoking and swearing like a Marine in 4th grade. Not much really happens in this first volume, but that's okay, we're just getting to know people a little.
You want heart? Dean Ormson draws this for Lemire, but in the process he had a brain hemorrhage, paralyzing the tight side of his body, and he’s right-handed! He recovered and completed this work, and it’s really well done, like a cross between Lemire’s sketchy art style and typical superhero style (and covers from what we presume to be 40s and 50s comics Our Heroes would have been featured in, which is really fun).
I laughed, reading this, a few times, which I suddenly realized is very rare for me in reading Lemire. Not a sense of humor guy, but this was actually funny in places! I also see Lemire’s love of old pulp comics in this volume that is like his buddy Matt Kindt’s love. Mystery, horror, sci-fi, it’s all good for these boys. And me.