It has been a long time since I read any YA or MG fiction (three years ago, in fact, when I read Paul Acampora's I Kill the Mockingbird), and decades since I read any comic books (except for graphic novel classics like Sandman or From Hell), so when my wife Susan told me her friend Grace Ellis was a co-creator and co-writer for Lumberjanes, I decided to pick up the initial volume of the series, and give it a try. I finally did so last week and now I’m hooked.
Lumberjanes chronicles the adventures of five plucky “Lumberjane Scouts” during a summer session at “Miss Qiunzella Thiskwin Penniquiqul Thistle Crumpet's Camp for Hardcore Lady Types.”
There’s Jo (unofficial leader and math whiz, willowy and aristocratic, looks a little like a young Oscar Wilde), April (tiny, fearless, inveterate punster and Powerpuff type), Molly (deadly archer with coonskin cap, who has a crush on Mal), Mal (tentative, reflective, with punk-rock hair, who returns Molly’s affection), and Ripley (baby of the troop, worthy of her Sigourney Weaver moniker: a cyclone of enthusiasm, energy, and trouble).
These “lady types” are looked after by camp-counselor Jen, a conscientious, harried young black woman in her early twenties, and camp-director Rosie, amiable and indulgent despite her large muscles and tattoos, who appears to know more about the strange goings-on at Miss Quinzella’s Camp than she is willing the admit.
And there certainly are strange goings on: an old woman who turns into a bear, a pack of vicious three-eyed foxes, some dangerous rapids, a river monster, a three-eyed eagle who steals candy bars, an underground cave with a secret chamber (guarded by a talking statue and filled with mysterious clues), not to mention a troop of demon-possessed boy scouts, a patch of poison ivy, and a yeti or two.
But the Lumberjanes manage to prevail through all their trials, for they do what Miss Rosie tells them (“Stick together no matter what!”), and always follow the camp motto (“Friendship to the Max!).
One of the things I like about “Lumberjanes” is the way the campers' periodic exclamations of surprise also name-check women in history and the arts (“Holy Joan Jett!” “Holy Mae Jemison!” “Holy Anahaero!”). But the thing I like best about Lumberjanes" is that, although dedicated to a message of female empowerment in an LGBTQ-friendly atmosphere, it emphasizes its lessons with a very light touch, never letting a bunch of boring preachy stuff get in the way of fun and adventure.