Elizabeth Sandifer

About Elizabeth Sandifer

http://www.eruditorumpress.com

Elizabeth Sandifer created Eruditorum Press. She’s not really sure why she did that, and she apologizes for the inconvenience. She currently writes Last War in Albion, a history of the magical war between Alan Moore and Grant Morrison. She used to write TARDIS Eruditorum, a history of Britain told through the lens of a ropey sci-fi series. She also wrote Neoreaction a Basilisk, writes comics these days, and has ADHD so will probably just randomly write some other shit sooner or later. Support Elizabeth on Patreon.

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January 16, 2023

By Understanding Her (Book Three, Part 59: V for Vendetta as Trans Cinema

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Previously in Last War in Albion: After a decade and change in development hell a film version of V for Vendetta was made in 2006, with a screenplay by the Wachowskis, fresh off the success of the Matrix trilogy. Moore, however, was aggrieved at producer Joel Silver’s false statements about his enthusiasm for the project, and went on the warpath.

The pang was hers, and my pang was mine, but I recognized they were a similar species. By understanding her, I felt seen. I saw myself.” -Kieron Gillen, “Colossus”

Moore even complained about the depiction of British culture, fixating on a scene in which Evey is being served breakfast, complaining that “They don’t know what British people have for breakfast, they couldn’t be bothered. ‘Eggy in a basket’ apparently. Now the US have ‘eggs in a basket,’ which is fried bread with a fried egg in a hole in the middle. I guess they thought we must eat that as well, and thought ‘eggy in a basket’ was a quaint and Olde Worlde version.”

There’s a clear sense that Moore made his mind up about the film after Silver’s comments and that anything and everything that followed was simply more proof of what he’d already decided. Certainly that’s the easiest explanation for his outrage over the clearly minor “eggy in a basket.” And it is true that the film greatly simplifies the moral complexity that Moore tried to paint—V is a straightforwardly cherished freedom fighter, described by Evey in a fawning voiceover at the beginning and end of the film, culminating in her declaration that “No one will ever forget that night and what it meant for this country, but I will never forget the man and what he meant for me,” a piece of dialogue that seems far worse than much of what Moore complained about.

Indeed, Evey is poorly served by the film in general, though the reasons why are largely ironic. The Wachowskis make the decision to give her much more agency—she’s hostile to the Norsefire regime from the start, and instead of starting as a desperate teenager who turns to sex work only to be busted by the cops she’s a career woman at the Mouth on her way to a date with a popular comedian. This is all very textbook screenwriting stuff—she’s the viewpoint character so, within orthodox theories of how movies are supposed to work, needs to be more than the meek little girl that Moore’s Evey begins as, and certainly not a prospective sex worker. The problem comes when it becomes time for her to leave V, a plot beat that is recast from being something V does to her to being of her own choosing after she attempts to betray V by warning Bishop Lilliman. From here her story proceeds similarly, with her hiding out with a man named Gordon (now the comedian she was going on a date with) and then being captured by V. This, however, significantly changes the subsequent tenor of her imprisonment and reading of the Valerie letter, and has the result of badly weakening her rooftop apotheosis when V reveals the deception.…

January 14, 2023

Erudite Waffles (1/14/23)

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AI-generated art of a hand with too many fingers, and in the wrong places.

Another week, another whatever the fuck this is.

What I’ve Been Up To

Well, let’s start with the bad news: a communications disaster with the copyeditor on TARDIS Eruditorum Volume 8 means that I currently have a freshly edited manuscript for the already published TARDIS Eruditorum Volume 7, no edits whatsoever on Volume 8, and a several month delay to that book. This is obviously very frustrating, and I apologize to everyone who’s looking forward to it.

Right. Onto better news. I finished reading Sandman: Book of Dreams, the 1996 short story collection co-edited by Neil Gaiman and some guy named Ed Kramer that I’ll need to Google in a second, but who I’m sure will turn out to be a perfectly upstanding gentleman whose involvement in the project doesn’t instantly derail all other conversation about it. Except, of course, the essay went out for Patrons yesterday, and you can read all about it yourself. Queuing this up on Friday morning, but I expect today will be spent looking at Storm Constantine’s Wraeththu or possibly reading some G.K. Chesterton. Or maybe REDACTED (because I want to keep that surprise for Patrons).

I approved Penn’s pencils on the next four pages of Britain a Prophecy #5, and he’s at work on inks. I also have a few annotations written for How to be an Egg in the Age of the Lilith Fair, so the odds on that happening continue to increase.

I also got some very promising news about a possible work for hire gig.

The Obligatory Rant About AI Art

I saw a tweet the other day from someone talking about how one of their regular writing gigs had informed them that their services wouldn’t be needed anymore, as the website would be using AI to write articles in the future, though they could be offered a reduced rate editing and cleaning up the AI articles. This was presented as some grave existential horror about the threat of AI, whereas I admit my reaction was “well, that website will be out of business soon.”

Which is to say that I’ve found myself very unimpressed with the discourse over AI art. Obviously the AI art utopians, with their idiot speeches about making art accessible to anyone (working class art famously taking until the 21st century to exist) can simply be fired into the sun without further comment. But I also have precious little time for the “but copyright” crowd, being as I’m a middle aged Internet grump who has been arguing against the basic idea of copyright for literally more than half my life. (Here’s Neoreaction a Basilisk on libgen, btw!)

Anyway, all of this seems to me to spectacularly miss the actual problem with AI art, which is that it represents the accelerating replacement of art with content. Because the plain fact of the matter is that AI art sucks, and it sucks in ways that come down to extremely persistent hard problems in artificial intelligence that absolutely nobody has made any meaningful progress on in decades, the crux of these being that they blatantly lack any intentionality.…

January 9, 2023

They Seem Like Nice Boys (Book Three, Part 58: V for Vendetta Book Three, Movie Development)

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Previously in Last War in Albion: Alan Moore’s first post-Watchmen project saw him returning to the beginning of his career to finish V for Vendetta.

“In the end, I was glad they got the ideas out but very disappointed that they blew it so badly and distorted all the Gnostic transcendental aspects that made the first film so strong and potent. If they had any sense, they would have befriended me instead of pissing me off. They seem like nice boys.” – Grant Morrison, 2005 interview with Suicide Girls

Moore’s evolution over the seven years of the project is perhaps clearest, however, in the larger thematic issues. Moore had originally envisioned V for Vendetta as an exploration of anarchism vs fascism in which all sides were taken seriously—as early as 1984 Moore talked about how he originally “ intended it to be a pretty trite piece of propaganda. But it didn’t work like that – it came out superficial and hollow. I realized that the only way to treat it honestly was to take the fascist characters and get deeply involved in their mentality.” It was not, obviously, that Moore was without any moral investment in the debate between anarchism and fascism—a debate Moore has suggested is both the absolute heart of all political debate and one that is in fact “as much a matter of the emotions and spirit as they are matters of abstract intellect and politics. Maybe even more so.” Given this, and especially given his summary of the debate as “should we be ruled,” there is only ever one position that Alan Moore has ever taken at any point in his life. And the idea that V for Vendetta is particularly ambiguous in what it favors between fascism and anarchism is, charitably, strained.

All the same, there were moral ambiguities to resolve. Any ending was going to necessarily resolve some of the shades of gray, just based on what the plot beats were—who got to win, who got big hero moments on the way out, etc. And so Moore had decisions to make. He’s suggested that the bulk of these were already made, noting that “There were no major plot changes from the way I laid out the story when we were doing it for Warrior,” but in the same interview he noted that “the tone [of Book Three], I think, is subtly different.” Speaking about it some years later, asked in an interview about V’s tactics, Moore clarified that the use of violence “is something which I don’t sympathize with,” and that “in Book Three, it’s finally decided that no it isn’t; that killing people is always wrong; and at that point the initial hero V stands down and lets a non-violent person take over the role.”

It’s easy to read this transformation in light of Watchmen. It is not clear when, exactly, Moore embraced nonviolence. His earliest explicit endorsement of it comes in 1987, when he expressed a “deep aversion to all forms of violence and war,” but it’s a position one can imagine him taking at any point in his life.…

January 7, 2023

Erudite Waffles 1/7/23

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A middle-aged trans woman with dyed red hair is wearing an olive green t-shirt, red and black flannel, brown denim pants, and red Doc Martens Chelesa boots. Her necklace is a copper apple pendant, and she is wearing a copper bracelet and earrings. Her other necklace is made of blue stone.

Well, I’m starting this on Thursday, which tells you how my week has gone. Travel back from Connecticut, and then just a lot of to-do upon returning to Ithaca means that this is the first proper workday I’ve had. And, of course, I’m spending it on this, not paying work. Which is a problem, so expect brevity this week so I can actually do some paying work.

What I’ve Been Up To

C.f. the first paragraph. Sunday was family, Monday was driving, Tuesday was errands, Wednesday was mostly hanging out with Lexi (see “The Part Where She Leaves You With a Song”) before she leaves for Brooklyn for a few months, today is gym and then doing some prep/research work on Last War in Albion. Friday is currently scheduled through to about 3pm, at which point I’ll work / remember that I’m doing a complicated dinner that night.

Yeesh. That’s grim when you put it all out there. That said, there’s a lot of my job that, you know, happens quietly in my brain. I’ve got seven more pages in Britain a Prophecy #7 to write a rough draft of, and I’m trying to figure out exactly how to use them. I’ve got bits of the section on The Doll’s House slowly filling in my brain. I’ve almost cracked the precise beats of the end of Act I of the novel, which I’ll hopefully get through the critical stuff fast enough to get to later this month. I’ve also been continuing to think about doing a heavily annotated 90s music playlist, probably titled “How to Be an Egg in the Age of Lilith Fair,” so that might happen, whether on Patreon or here idk. (Last minute addition: I’ve at least built the playlist.)

On Twitter And Its Horrors

I’ve had Kieron’s thoughts on largely leaving Twitter going through my mind a lot over the past week and change. They’re good thoughts, because of course they are, it’s Kieron, but here’s the bit that sticks in my head:

If twitter wasn’t there, anyone dumb and hungry enough want to do comics would have gathered somewhere else (or several somewhere elses) because anyone who really cares to get in knows how to google. Hell, artists especially can do it semi-passively by just showing their work – Instagram is a far better place for artists than twitter. Writers? I came in through the forums – which obviously were deeply imperfect in so many ways… but so is twitter. We would work out something else if there wasn’t twitter. You use twitter. If it wasn’t there, you would use something else, because you are brilliant and smart, and finding tactics to manouvere through an environment is what creatives do.

And yeah. That’s a lot of what I’m trying to do with this as a very different sort of way of maintaining presence. But I want to talk about another key way that Twitter has changed, and changed in a way that renders it untenable as a major platform for what I want to do right now.…

January 2, 2023

Today I Stop Being Real (Book Three, Part 57: V for Vendetta at DC)

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British police on horses, both in riot gear, as described by Alan Moore in the quoted passage.

Previously in The Last War in Albion: The entire Grant Morrison half of the book happened.

“Today I stop being real. No one’s going to listen to a boy genius. No one’s going to listen to a philosopher or a traveler. No one cares about an orphan, or a rich man, or some grown up grinder kid from Heavenside. All the things I’ve been: no one’s ever been interested. Weird little Johnny from the big house on Scartop; who ever really gave a shit? People like listening to characters. Characters are safe, because they’re not real.” – Warren Ellis, Doktor Sleepless

And what of their opponent, the self-exiled king? At first, a settling of accounts—the tying off of old obligations, so that the first phase of his career could be buried in full. Mostly this meant the completion of V for Vendetta for DC. This was not going back to the absolute start of his career, but it was close—the strip had begun serialization in the March 1982 debut issue of Warrior, at a time when Moore’s other work was The Stars My Degradation, occasional Future Shocks, and a couple Star Wars backups—before even Skizz or Captain Britain, so far back that it was able to influence the tail end of Morrison’s Captain Clyde run. The double header of Marvelman and V for Vendetta in Warrior were where Moore had revealed himself to be more than just the clever writer of things like the Abelard Snazz stories or “Tlotny Throws a Shape”—one capable of serious, penetrating work. It had been the first time Alan Moore’s public persona made an appearance—the first time he was not merely a name in the credits that, to a particularly attentive reader, might signify a basic level of quality that other writers lacked, but an auteur to be actively paid attention to—a creator of major projects who might plausibly serve as the sole reason someone picked up a comic. Warrior #1 began a coherent sense of a career that extended forward to the vast edifice of Watchmen. Now, in that project’s totemic wreckage, Moore returned to the beginning to draw the curtain down on the first phase of his career.

This was fitting. What remained to write of V for Vendetta, after all, concerned the final fate both of the visionary terrorist V and of his schemes to bring down the fascist Norsefire regime. Moore was perhaps less a visionary terrorist at this stage than a visionary artist, or, perhaps, a visionary con man, but Moore was also not the sort to get hung up on the fine distinctions between these three classes. But Moore was someone who would, in some strange cousin to self-effacement, describe himself (or at least his female author-insert character Alma Warren) as “a super-villainess” who “sits in a swivel chair amongst the shifting screens and contemplates deranged agendas. These include affecting the development of culture by the subtle introduction of extreme ideas, which, if pursued, will almost certainly precipitate widespread apocalyptic psychological collapse,” and how he chose to resolve the story of V would have obvious parallels for his own story, especially in the still pulsatingly magical aftermath of Watchmen.…

December 31, 2022

Erudite Waffles (12/31/22)

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Happy New Year’s. 2022 has been absolute dogshit for me. Which, I know everyone says about every year from 2016 on, but like, 2016 and 2020, the two canonical lowlights of that period, were actually quite nice for me personally. 2022, on the other hand—a year that was basically pleasant as far as the anthropocene extinction goes—was just absolute hell for a lot of people and things I love. Fucking hell.

Onwards to better things.

What I’m Up To

Well, I just published literally my favorite thing I’ve ever written to my criticism Patreon, which is the fifth part of Ithaca a Sága, my take on an Alan Moore-style spoken word performance piece. I hope you’ll decide to chip a couple bucks a month my way and check it out.

We also got a new set of colored pages back for Britain a Prophecy #5, which are up on the Britain a Prophecy Patreon for $10+ monthly Patrons. The first panel of this scene is pleasantly non-spoilerish, so enjoy Penn’s rendition of a 1980s British service station.

Past that, I’ve been trying to salvage some time for the novel, or any work at all. I said it’s been dogshit, right? Yeah.

I’m signing off on this newsletter back on Thursday. Then I’ll go get Last War in Albion queued up for Monday, and pack up to spend the weekend back in Newtown with Penn and Christine for my family’s traditional Second Christmas, in which all the cousins you’d expect an Italian-American family to have get together and do a Secret Santa. Last time I was at one of these was close to a decade ago, and I honestly have no idea if we still fall over each other like ravenous dogs the moment the pigs in a blanket (distinct from “pigs in blankets,” according to Wikipedia) hit the table.

I hope so. I fuckin’ love pigs in a blanket.

Recycled Tumblr Ask Theater Of The Mind

Got a Tumblr ask about “The Doctor, The Widow, and the Wardrobe” and whether my opinions about it had changed, and so found myself rereading that essay and writing this:

Haven’t seen it since I wrote the essay. Rereading my essay on it, I’m struck by how little any of the discourse that was still buzzing around it when I wrote that essay feels like it matters. I mean, good lord, has anything from the Moffat era aged as pathetically as discourse about the trope of persistent courtship? Talk about the worst excesses of Tumblr discourse.

The trans stuff obviously stands out a little more given Moffat’s continual TERF adjacency, but also, he’s repeatedly come out as broadly pro trans rights, and I think my read on it at the time was correct: it’s cisnormative, not transphobic, and yeah, the trans community really could use to spend more time creating a nuanced discourse for talking about trans representation and less time building murder drones. Again, I look at it and mostly just go “oh god, do I really have to care about that?”…

December 24, 2022

The Return of The Saturday Waffles

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The character Terrence from the comic Britain a prophecy as a sexy Santa

Hello everyone, and Merry Christmas Eve

With Twitter becoming an unfun hellsite instead of a fun one, I’ve decided to start running a weekly post here as a more general sort of communication—a home for the random flights of fancy that social media has in the past been an outlet for. Since all the other midlist creators on Twitter are decamping to Substack and stuff I figured I’d take the cool outre move and do a retro-chic return to old school blogging about, like, whatever. Past that, who knows what these posts will be like? We’ll find out together! There are no rules, beyond the fact that Graham Linehan is human garbage whose continual occupation of the planet is an affront to basic decency!

Oh, and that these go up on Saturdays.

A Section Break

Yeah! These posts happen in sections now! It’s a wild and untamed world in which I can just do things like that!

Shit, now there’s three rules.

What I’m Up To (Professional Mix)

I’ve blocked off the rest of the year to work on the cyberpunk novel I’m writing. Currently I’m writing chapter seven, which is the penultimate chapter of Act I (in a three act structure). I’ve also got issue seven of Britain a Prophecy and a pitch document for a work for hire gig open.

Speaking of Britain a Prophecy, Penn is currently drawing pages 8-11 of issue 5, which will roughly mark the halfway point of that issue. Also, because I’ve been absolutely terrible about using this site to promote that project, did you know that we have three whole issues out on Gumroad, all of them pay what you want? Did you know that our fourth issue is available to all $5+ patrons? You do now, so if you haven’t downloaded and read our first three issues CLEARLY THERE IS NO HELPING YOU.

As for books, Eruditorum v8 is with the copy editor. I had a great conversation with her last week about all the ways I’m a fucking idiot who can’t make consistent decisions on things like whether wilderness years should be capitalized. I expect to have first revisions back at the beginning of the year, at which point I’ll go through them and then do a second pass that’s just a pure “OK, really, this is done, right?” edit.

Come January I’ll be switching gears and doing some more writing about Sandman for the Eruditorum Press Patreon. Right now I’m serializing Ithaca a Sága, a work of longform magical poetry. Each installment goes out to exactly zero likes or reactions, just a complete grave silence from my shockingly indulgent patrons. And if that doesn’t make you want to subscribe to the Patreon and check it out, I don’t know what possibly would.

On Canon (A Tiny Essay)

Adapted from a post to my Tumblr. Yeah, Tumblr. I said we were being retro-chic.

I want to talk about a position that I’ve seen espoused among people upon whom I have a demonstrable influence, and that I have issues with, namely the declaration that within fictional shared universes writers ought not be bound by canon.…

November 21, 2022

No Way Forward (Book Three, Part 56: Really and Truly)

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Grant Morrison, bald and in sunglasses, in front of a graffiti mural

Previously in Last War in Albion: Morrison did the worst work of his career with the recklessly offensive and bullying Big Dave.

A nervous breakdown. There is no way forward. We must set the action in reverse. -Alan Moore, The Birth Caul

Whatever its moral flaws, Big Dave, along with Maniac 5, were the two most popular strips of the Summer Offensive, and so like Maniac 5 it saw itself trotted out for return engagements. This began with the one-off “Young Dave,” a story of Big Dave’s childhood, which appeared in the 1994 annual, followed by two more four-part stories in 1994. These stories moved away from the sheer and over the top big concept premises of the original two strips, finding their humor instead in putting the title character in juxtaposition with iconic parts of British lad culture. The first, “Costa Del Chaos,” sees Big Dave holidaying in Tenerife, while the second, “Whole Lotta Balls,” sees him storming the World Cup to win it for England and defeat the Germans. Tonally both are similar festivals of cynical and calculated offense to the original, but there’s a creeping sense of desperation and trying too hard, as if Morrison and Millar were simply trying too hard for something that neither deserved it nor, truth be told, wanted it. Morrison validates this sense, admitting that “Big Dave clearly had to die. Mark and I were goading each other on every day to break some new bad taste taboo, We both have pretty fucked-up notions about what’s funny and what isn’t. It got to the point where we wouldn’t be satisfied with a Big Dave pitch unless one of us was really badly shocked. We were barely aware that our audience didn’t necessarily want to go as far as we would have liked.”

Mercifully, 2000 A.D.’s editors eventually grew to blanche at their enfants terrible, and pulled the plug later that year. Morrison has suggested a variety of ideas that might have come out otherwise—“Planet of the Darkies,” which Morrison described as “Dave gets sick on a bad kebab and imagines returning from space to a world taken over by immigrants,” “Battleground Bulger,” which saw miniaturized Dave and Saddam Hussein fighting inside the body of a dead toddler, and a story for the 2000 AD Yearbook called “Cheryl-Anne’s Big Night Out,” which saw Big Dave trying to kill Salman Rushdie. This story, which apparently got as far as Steve Parkhouse drawing it, was the one that actually served as the breaking point, with Fleetway head Chris Powell rejecting the story, which largely coincided with both Morrison and Millar ceasing to work with the company, with Morrison going so far as to suggested that he was “blacklisted at 2000 A.D.”

And indeed, their future treatment at 2000 A.D. largely bears this out, at least in the short to medium term. Perhaps the most striking example comes with the strip Janus: Psi-Division, featuring the psychic judge they introduced in Inferno.…

November 14, 2022

Nobody Cares About Anything Anymore (Book Three, Part 55: Big Dave)

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A still from South Park featuring the show's typical homophobic humor

Previously in The Last War in Albion: Having failed to jump immediately to the US market on the back of his early Trident and Crisis work, Mark Millar found himself writing Sonic the Hedgehog comics.

You just like offending people, don’t you? Nobody cares about anything anymore. – Grant Morrison, Multiversity: The Just

Millar’s Sonic the Hedgehog work consisted of eleven self-contained stories across eleven issues, mostly in 1993 but with one in 1994 and two—presumably inventory pieces—in 1996. None are extraordinary, and if they did not bear Millar’s name they would seem wholly unremarkable. They are not cynical and nihilistic in the way that Millar’s work for older readers is. And yet looking at them in the context of his career, some of Millar’s trademark obsessions do begin to emerge. Most obviously, Millar leans hard into the idea of Sonic as an egotistical jerk—admittedly a savvy move that acknowledges part of the character’s core marketing appeal. But there are subtler issues too—a running theme of sidekicks and secondary characters who are defined in part by their inadequacy compared to the hero, especially in his first strip, which features Tails, Sonic’s sidekick from Sonic the Hedgehog 2, captured by Doctor Robotnik and turned into an evil cyborg brimming with vocal resentment. This would be a trope Millar would return to, and one it’s hard not to read in light of his own status as a sidekick within the War. Also obviously notable is the comedy “A Day in the Life of Doctor Robotnik,” a strip whose ending, which reveals Robotnik as a fan of romance comics, is difficult not to read in light of Millar’s broader fondness for homophobic jokes.

Something closer to an unfiltered version of Millar appeared in his other strip for Sonic the Comic, Streets of Rage. Based in a beat ‘em up style game in which vigilante ex cops try to rid a decaying American city of crime, the strip was by some margin the most adult strip in the comic. The nature of its setting, with its failed institutions that can only be saved by vigilante violence, lent itself to Millar’s cynicism, but also showcased the kind of innately conservative aesthetics that would come to dominate Millar’s work. The comic was also simply a venue for an only mildly toned down version of the nastiness that pervaded Millar’s other work, however. His first arc culminated in the villain being dumped alive into a vat of molten steel, a barely sanitized version of the resolution of Purgatory, while his second features a scene in which a character researches on a computer while narrating about how “There’s always one jerk in every class who’s into computers. One specky wimp with rich parents who drive him to school. I should know—I’ve got one pinned under my skate shoe right now,” a bit of bullying nastiness that evokes Insiders. In both cases the work is tamer and less confrontationally offensive than Millar’s other work, but the underlying attitudes are viscerally clear.…

October 17, 2022

Living Under a Bridge and Doing Drugs (Book Three, Part 54: Mark Millar’s Sonic the Hedgehog)

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The box art to the first Sonic the Hedgehog game, featuring Sonic looking cool af

Previously in Last War in Albion: Grant Morrison met a bad influence.

It’s clearly an entirely legitimate product from Sega, and in a Modern-Warfare-2 piece of relevancy, the eponymous spiked-creature is now homeless, living under a bridge and doing drugs. – Kieron Gillen, Rock Paper Shotgun

On the one hand there’s nothing wrong with this. Moore deftly wielded provocation plenty of times in his rise, and Morrison’s enfant terrible persona was a well-crafted and effective attempt to do the same. What’s notable is not the extremity of what Morrison said, but simply the degree to which Millar brought this side of Morrison out, eliciting jokes about how “ I really would like to expire in some dramatic motoring accident. There’s nothing like travelling at high speed without a seatbelt and no thrill like the possibility of hitting a wall at a hundred miles an hour. Anyway, what I’d like is to be cremated and leave instructions for my ashes to be thrown in the face of some perfectly innocent passerby. Someone I never knew or had any remote connection with. It would be such a lovely gesture” and anecdotes about how “my classmates and I were responsible for the nervous breakdowns of two teachers. One of them, a kindly and inoffensive old gentleman was subjected to a campaign of sustained psychological torture that would have brought Patrick McGoohan to his knees in no time. After a spell in psychiatric care, this dear old character bravely returned to teaching and lasted only a few months before being driven completely round the bend.. He lives quite near me actually and I often see him wandering about with a walking stick and an air of tragic bewilderment. You shouldn’t laugh really but sometimes it’s impossible not to.” This was a version of Morrison who was more instinctively disposed to stylized meanness and transgressive jokes. They were perfectly capable of this on their own, it’s true, and there’s no shortage of examples of them indulging in it, but the fact remained: when Millar was in the picture, Morrison could inevitably be found playing the most cartoonish version of their public persona.

Of course, this was very much the sort of thing Millar did. He was, after all, the writer of Insiders and Purgatory, for whom a nihilistic transgressiveness seemed the only aesthetic goal of any interest. In a comics scene increasingly defined by performative edginess, he offered the purest expression of it. And Morrison was open about this being the appeal, noting that “We both have a very ghoulish sense of humor.” This is clear in all of the joint interviews they did in the period, which positively brim with casual homophobia and puerile attempts to shock and offend. A 1992 interview saw Morrison complaining about how “We’re both sick of the way 2000 AD is full of poofs these days. Judge Dredd’s turned into a poof and so has everyone else. All the stories are about Buddhists, Feminism and Ecology – it’s a real drag” while Millar railed about how “I’m sick of listening to them bleating on about how bloody great they are.…

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