I hate censorship. In New Mutants 45 a teenager commits suicide because his classmates thought he was a mutant. It’s a very good metaphor for a certain gay experience. God damn thankfully, in many parts of the world these kinds of teen suicides must be increasingly rarer—with all the time in the universe I don’t think you could possibly explain to most gay kids in the Western world today just how utterly hopeless and desperate it felt being closeted in the 20th century. Hell, you can’t even explain to them that queer is a slur, a taunt that definitely hurt a ton of homosexuals for a long time and still doesn’t sit right with plenty. Although all the straight people who identity as queer seem to rely on the word’s current lack of definability, the feelings of genuine gays be damned.
Fear of the PC police has stripped this issue of its power by censoring Kitty Pryde’s haunting speech at the end of the issue. “Nigger, spic, wop, slope, faggot, mutie” are replaced by black bars. I doubt the enormity of this was lost on the editors. More likely they were too cowardly to publish the raw—yes, raw—text lest they offend the new Christian Right, the puritanical bloggers and professional cry bullies who live to be offended on the behalf of others.
The original issue can still make the hairs stand up on the back of one’s neck. Recognizing oneself in those slurs makes the reader feel like their every raw nerve was exposed for all to see. Then it all clicks. Mutie, faggot, nigger, spic. The mutant metaphor obviously works best with homosexuals since they are both concealable traits, but the metaphor doesn’t map perfectly anywhere when you really think about it. Nevertheless, someone coming across this issue for the first time in this omnibus will never have the intended experience and that sucks.
The backwards conservatives hated this issue when it was published but at least it was publishable. I think it’s very telling that that is no longer the case. Today’s allegedly forward-thinking slimeballs would probably put a leaf over Michelangelo’s David’s junk given the chance. That’s progressive? They literally don’t mind being called Orwellian. The mind boggles.(Grossly over-expanded definition of) safety first!
Censorship aside, this omnibus shows New Mutants at its best and at its worst. There are some great stories here: undeniable classic comics. Especially the Special Edition with the New Mutants and X-Men in Asgard as well as the Mojo annuals, with art by Art Adams and Alan Davis respectively. But there’s also a lot of Claremont’s grating bullshit here: dead ends, dropped plots, undeveloped ideas, wasted potential, super cliches. Besides the New Mutants issues, this volume also includes two related miniseries. One is pretty good, one’s awful. Firestar, the character from the classic Spider-Man and His Amazing Friends cartoon, is introduced in her own limited series to the Marvel universe—it’s a pretty good, well-drawn comic that tells a complete story fleshing out the character and her world. (Claremont used Firestar in X-Men 193 but for some reason he oddly never incorporated her into the other Hellions appearances.) The other limited series is Fallen Angels. It’s “zany.” I can’t find anything good to say about it. It’s the epitome of wasted opportunity. We finally get Maddox and Siryn in a story and it’s… this. The rest of the volume is rounded out with some guest appearances. Your enjoyment of these largely depends on your tolerance for both Louise Simonson and Power Pack.
Chris Claremont—and I love the heck out of this guy!—really didn’t know what to do with the New Mutants. The title was something his own ego forced onto his plate: Marvel wanted a spin-off so he gave them one, but his heart was rarely in it. More so than Uncanny, New Mutants got derailed by new Claremont ideas before the old ones were ever explored. Most of the cast is glorified wallpaper. The exception being Cannonball and Mirage, for the most part. Cannonball’s not too bad, but Mirage is a little… much. She’s not just an Indian, she’s the MOST Indian of anyone who’s ever Indian-ed. She’s always nagging and reprimanding the others with atrocious dialogue liberally sprinkled with Native American cliches. (“I understand. I don’t care! As WAR-CHIEF of the Mutants, I pledged our good behavior to Magneto. I won’t be forsworn.”) Keep in mind, this is a teenager in the 1980s. Granted she was also one of Claremont’s staple “comically-complicated warrior women characters,” so she was also a Valkyrie. But he never really explored what that meant. Aside from having a flying horse and the desire to bitch and moan about death now and then.
As for the bonus story from 2019: good God. The team is infected by the TO virus? Big whoop. Why would Claremont plot a story so similar to the opening of #53? After all this time, these two creators reunite on these characters… for this? Not post-91 Claremont’s worst work, sure, but his twee quirks are there: Kitty Pryde (why is she even there?) calls Doug her best friend and then calls Illyana her best friend in the span of a page or two. So dumb. Art-wise, it’s Bill Sankaship. Definitely. And it’s not terrible, surprisingly. Although it devolves into pinups when it’s not dissolving into incomprehensibility. Production salvaged it, in large part due to the colorist. I hate when DC re-colored Neal Adams’ Batman but I’d love to see Chris Sotomayor recolor Bill’s original run. Overall, “War Children” has some pretty art but the story is a confusing mess.
Chris Claremont actually sucked at writing teenagers, and New Mutants is a title that’s schizophrenic in tone and sensibility and story, yet it’s beloved for two reasons:
1) The characters. They were often just in the background and remained undeveloped, but they were interesting and visually arresting when together.
2) Uncanny X-Men was just that great—the X-universe was so interesting at this point that we can’t get enough—even when more isn’t necessarily good, and even when the two titles don’t even feel like they’re sharing the same continuity.
Of course, the law of diminishing returns kicks in real fast when the x-line expands further but back when there were only two mutant titles, it was something special. And when Claremont’s paired with an Art Adams or an Alan Davis, he kicks ass so much his faults are forgiven. So, yeah, there are just as many meh New Mutants stories as classics, but we remember the highs.