Original solicitation copy for TESTAMENT #3: “Dr. Green's troops abduct the catatonic protesters — including Jake's former love Miriam — for ‘reprogramming.’ Jake recklessly chases them on a motorcycle, only to plunge violently off a cliff. Still, the gods won't let his story end. They have plans for him — and his pupil Dinah, who may be linked to a long line of powerful ‘virgins.’”
And now for some scattered thoughts and observations!
As someone coming at this story as an outsider to the Biblical tradition, I must once again ask, what the fuck is up with that Lot story?!
Rushkoff’s Chapter Three (#3) Notes gives some contextualization, but it remains pretty wild that the book that gets bandied about as the moral barometer of civilization has weird incest porn in it!
I’m not sure that I understand the resonance between Jake/Dinah & Lot/Daughter #2, these seem to be two very different relationships and situations, but maybe it’s as simple as Astarte manifesting and influencing events through sexual activity?
Discourse around the sex work taboo seems appropriate here, but I also vaguely remember it becoming much more pronounced as the series continues, so can take it or leave it at this early juncture.
I like the idea that since Jake doesn’t have a RFID tag the soldiers can’t perceive him, despite him essentially being right in front of them. There’s something to the idea that as authoritarian control invades digital technology and environments that they cede much more valuable ground in the real world.
The story logic of the world seems to be expanding in both its mythic and sci-fi capacity, with divine interventions and giant cybernetic bug monsters!
Liam Sharp’s art this issue is especially tight and seems very in sync with Jamie Grant’s colors. The mixed media look is coming together nicely.
The motorcycle jumping scene has got to be inspired by Steve McQueen’s stunt in The Great Escape, right?
Last week I went to see Dogma in Kevin Smith’s movie theatre, complete with a Q & A so long that I tapped out long before he did! The connection being Dogma is another modern story told in a world where the Bible is literally true and real, but also up for reinterpretation.
And really the central thesis of the movie is basically just the Catma of Maybe Logic:
"He said mankind got it all wrong by taking a good idea and building a belief structure on it."
"I think it's better to have ideas. You can change an idea. Changing a belief is trickier..."
Rufus: “Are you saying you believe?” · Bethany: “No. But I have a good idea.”
And we’ll be back on July 22nd, for issue #4 same TESTAMENT time, same Jechidah channel :)))
Quick reminder that TESTAMENT can get pretty explicit!
Original solicitation copy for TESTAMENT #2:
“The explosive new series by best-selling author Douglas Rushkoff (Coercion, Club Zero-G) and acclaimed artist Liam Sharp (The Possessed) continues. The authorities strike down anti-war protesters with a wrath echoing that of the angry God who rained fire on Sodom and Gomorrah. Just as Lot couldn't save his wife from turning into a pillar of salt, Jake is too distracted by his lust for Dinah to rescue his true love, Miriam, from an even more horrifying verdict.”
I must admit that I needed to consult Rushkoff’s Chapter Two (#2) Notes to help make sense of the biblical story in this issue. Having successfully resisted all Sunday school instruction as a kid, my understanding of the Bible is pretty patchy, and I underestimated how deeply weird it is!
What the fuck is up with that Lot story?!
This seems to dig pretty deep into the fear of the other/strangers/refugees and the resultant horrors of collective punishment/genocide.
It makes sense that we tend to reach back to WWII for our authoritarian / fascist parallels, but it might be useful to follow the roots back to more primal soil. These problems didn’t just suddenly emerge in the 20th century!
Finding and highlighting good people amongst a demonized group is very much relevant currently. Though responding to group dehumanization with lists of exceptions probably accidentally accepts unacceptable premises.
Lot’s wife turning into a pillar of salt is such a vaguely familiar event that I never really processed how deeply strange it is. I guess I assumed there were further details that made it make more sense, but nope! I get why she experienced divine consequences from a narrative standpoint, but the specificity of the salt pillar is so weird, and feels like it comes from a more fantastical mythology.
I like that line from Moloch: “If you kill your own soldiers, old man, you won’t stand a chance against us.”
The simple dichotomy of Moloch as a “bad” god and Melchizedek as a “good” god now appears more complicated.
Also, in-fighting amongst tentatively aligned groups with common enemies seems relevant.
Timothy Leary’s advice to “find the others” remains quite valuable, but how to then achieve harmony with the others, once we’ve found them, remains a work in progress!
The RFID chip attack speaks to our own vulnerabilities via our increasingly symbiotic digital technologies. I know we were all outraged when Snowden blew the whistle on mass surveillance, but I don’t know that we managed to do much to actually stop it, and those capabilities have had another decade to grow in complexity. As bad as it was then, it’s certainly worse now…
Astarte stirring the pot with age gap discourse / taboo sexual fantasies with Jake and Dinah is pretty potent stuff too!
My guess is Jake and Dinah are three years apart in age? He’s still in college and she’s about to turn 18.
Liam Sharp’s art in this issue is especially fun and really shows off his range. I would guess that he was working on a shorter deadline, because Issue #1 was probably developed as a pitch, and he was probably working on his own schedule. Issue #2 is most likely working within the monthly production schedule, which is brutal! Sharp still captures the epic biblical scenes and wild mythic god visuals in the bleed space. For the contemporary scenes he adapts a faster, almost underground, art style, which suits the tone well.
The only thing that tripped me up on the visuals, and this is a pet peeve of mine, is some over rendering by the colorist under some of Sharp’s more cartoony/simple linework.
Jamie Grant, as mentioned in the last issue, is one of the best colorists in the world, and so I’m willing to accept that this is probably something particular to me, but I really don’t like it when the colors overwhelm the lineart.
Now this, on the other hand, is awesome!
Will be curious to see what everyone thinks! And we’ll be back on June 22nd, for issue #3 same TESTAMENT time, same Jechidah channel :)))
- Bobby Campbell, author of RAW ART, Tales of Illuminatus, Agnosis and illustrator Extraordinaire
Quick reminder that TESTAMENT can get pretty explicit!
Original solicitation copy for TESTAMENT #1:
“From the imagination of best-selling author Douglas Rushkoff (Coercion, Club Zero-G),one of the most iconoclastic and acclaimed minds of our era, comes a series that exposes the "real" Bible as it was actually written, and reveals how its mythic tales are repeated today. Grad student Jake Stern leads an underground band of renegades who use any means necessary to combat the frightening threats to freedom that permeate the world of TESTAMENT— a world very much like our own. They employ technology, alchemy, media hacking andm mysticism, discovering a modern threat that has its roots in ancient stories destined to recur in the modern age. With intricate, darkly detailed art by Liam Sharp (THE POSSESSED),TESTAMENT takes place in an unapologetically uncensored Biblical universe, chronicling the grim confrontations between humans and their angry gods. Those horrifying encounters, full of murder, magic, monsters, sex and sacrifice, echo the forces at work beneath the surface of today's high-tech and highly ideological conflicts. In a story as thrilling as it is sure to be controversial, Jake must overcome romantic, psychic, supernatural and epic obstacles on his way to uncovering the reality behind an eternal story in which he, and all of us, are trapped.”
Right off the bat TESTAMENT announces its intentions to play with the formal structure of the comic page.
In comics we have the panels, the boxes that contain the individual moments of the story, and then there’s the gutter, the spaces in between the panels, which is secretly where the magic happens, as explained by Scott McCloud in Understanding Comics.
Rushkoff & Sharp have created a structure where they have two stories running within the panels, (one set in biblical times and another in a near-future dystopia) and then another higher reality narrative running explicitly in the gutters, a pantheon of gods populating the spaces in between.
Our current cast of Gods occupying the gutter and bleed space of the comic pages are:
Moloch
Melchizedek
Astarte
TESTAMENT offers up a significant Biblical retcon right off the bat:
Here’s Rushkoff to explain:
“Right in the first issue, I suggest that it's the Canaanite god Moloch (and not Hashem or the main Bible god) who instructs Abraham to kill Isaac. Now the actual Torah doesn't quite say this, but if I say so myself, it's a fascinating possibility. Even conservative scholars would agree that what makes Abraham unique is that, unlike the others around him, he decides not to sacrifice his son. (It's what people did to appease the gods, after all.) This was the beginning of Judaism: a new religion, dedicated to a new, kinder god who did not require child sacrifice.
So why not have the command to Abraham to kill his son come from one god, and then the countermand come from a different god? It makes the shift from one set of gods to another much more explicit.”
Of course it’s one thing to imagine a world like this, and quite another to successfully build it like Liam Sharp has done!
Sharp’s style has this wonderful timeless quality that makes it perfect for this story. He’s just as adept at far flung sci-fi gadgets, aliens, and experimental layouts, as he is with sword and sorcery landscapes, ancient monsters, and grounded storytelling.
Many artists, myself included, have styles that are very timebound, very representative of the era they inhabit. For example: If a future art historian looked at Michael Avon Oeming’s fantastic art from his and Rushkoff’s Aleister & Adolph graphic novel, I suspect they could very easily tell you the era in which it was drawn:
Liam’s art, on the other hand, blends together many styles from many eras, along with his own unique voice, and in the same piece you might see something that simultaneously reminds you of Barry Windsor Smith, Albrecht Dürer, Michelangelo, and nothing at all! An image that could just as easily be a 15th century woodcut as a 21st century digital illustration.
Jamie Grant must be mentioned as well! I’m not always the biggest fan of modern comic book coloring, but Jamie Grant is a very specific exception! I know him primarily from his work on Morrison & Quitely’s All Star Superman, where his gorgeous colors, under Quitely’s delicate perfect lines, helps fully realize some of the best sequential art I’ve ever seen.
My problem with most modern coloring is that it attempts to re-render what the artist already drew, with diminishing returns. What Jamie Grant does is accentuate the line art, bringing it to life, without overpowering the illustration.
Best example I can point to is the panel where Jake and Dinah are sitting beside the water tank. The texture on the tile, the subtle blue glow coming off the water, the refracted water surface details. So great!
This panel stands out to me as well because of the phrase “resonant field.”
This quote from Douglas Rushkoff’s novel Ecstasy Club has stuck with me for over a decade:
“We need to create one resonant field–an ongoing pagan mass–always initiated from the same location, at regular intervals. We keep hitting it, again and again. Each party is a beat of the drum.”
As Rushkoff mentions in his notes, the tank allows our modern characters fleeting access to the gutter/bleed space of the gods, escape from the panels of the comic!
- Bobby Campbell, author of RAW ART,Tales of Illuminatus and illustrator Extraordinaire
"I am Providence" by Virgil Finlay (Imagine if this guy was the one writing The Sex Magicians, it'd be crazy how much more uncomfortable that would be.)
The Sex Magicians Chapter Thirteen: "What is outside the universe?" (pg. 98-104)
Whatever is out there, you have to admit that it's quite a pick-up strategy; telling some ridiculous vignette based around an apocalyptic sex ritual and then telling the girl she was the priestess and you were the priest. Mum-Mum, indeed. I'd prefer Mum-Mom stretching her legs than Azathoth.
A couple posts ago or so, I used a cover from Alan Moore's Providence, depicting Abdul Alhazrad's evisceration, as the illustration for that chapter's write up. I had forgot about Wilson's silly/kinda-dumb "Lhuv-Kerapht" addition to Lovecraft's silly/kinda-dumb Mythos joke "Klarkash-Ton." Klarkash-Ton is first mentioned in my personal favorite of Lovecraft's stories, "The Whisperer in Darkness," as an Atlantean High Priest as a not-so-sly reference to Lovecraft's pen-pal Clark Ashton Smith. As far as I can recall, Wilson's Lhuv-Kerapht is his own invention. Played at the level of the master, at least.
Wilson also gives us the very silly ap-opoko-gol, named after his preferred strain of marijuana, Acapulco Gold. I never been able to find it. The only "old school" sativas I've been able to sample are offshoots of Maui-Wowie and Thai. Or at least that's what the labels said. I believe the dominant strain in "Alamut Black," along with the cornucopia of harder drugs in the mix, was Acapulco Gold.
Anyways, lots of Lovecraft here. Going back to Providence, which is the third in a sequence of Alan Moore's comic-based expansion of Lovecraftian fiction, it is the sequel to Neonomicon. Neonomicon was a four-issue series involving an investigation of occult murder that leads to incredible degradation. It is a brutal piece of work, Moore's Lord Horror. Moore himself has said it was written in a dark mindset and reflected his disgust with parts of the world. (Holistically, Neonomicon ties in perfectly with the earlier "The Courtyard," which was actually a short story adapted into a comic, and its sweeping sequel, Providence.) While graphic, I wouldn't consider Neonomicon pornographic because there is a distinct lack of pleasure throughout.
This is all beating around the bush that Neonomicon does have a scene that perfectly illustrates this Crowleyean-Lovecraftian blend of sex magic and eldritch rite. The cultists raise the orgone energy until what they've summoned comes forth. It is Mum-Mum, but things don't end that well for the party in The Sex Magicians pre-history either, nich whar?
Reading about Lovecraftian/Weird Tales pre-history, especially Atlantis, brought me back to a time when I had a wicked cold. I had, probably in direct opposition for getting better, sequestered myself in a dark bathroom, only lit with candles and given the meager comfort of a judiciously toked pipe, and had found myself transported to Clark Ashton Smith's Zothique. Zothique was Smith's name for Atlantis and the name of the Ballantine Adult Fantasy compilation, with perfectly lurid cover art by George Barr, that I had brought with me to my darkling, stuffy, repose. That was a book of magic.
If we dig a little deeper/laterally, we may recall that it has always been the contention of both authors that Robert Shea was mostly responsible for the "Atlantean" sections of The Illuminatus! Chronicles. Did Wilson actually invent Lhuv-Kerapht or was the section excised from the virginal Illuminatus! manuscript and simply sexed up by Wilson?
My working title for the essay that serves as the afterword for the Hilaritas Press edition of The Sex Magicians was "Divine Secrets of the T'angpoon Brotherhood." I accidentally included it in the first manuscript I sent to Rasa, he was duly confused. I think that the term "t'angpoon" must have been one of Wilson's cruder, funnier jokes he makes in this book. I haven't found the term anywhere else, save for Erik Davis' High Weirdness, where it is quoted in a passage from The Sex Magicians. Thank god for childish jokes. Ewige Schlangenkraft.
Finally, I was reminded at the beginning of the chapter of how impressed I was when, as a middle schooler, I read Douglas Adams' dismissive description of Earth as "a backwater planet in the unfashionable spiral arm of the Milky Way Galaxy." (Or something along those lines.) Wilson beat Adams' much more famous triangulation by a handful of years. I'm pretty sure science fiction in general had developed that type of self-defacing cosmic locational identification anyways. Goes back to Lovecraft and cosmicism. Thou art small. Same message as Behemoth and Leviathan in Job.
As a post-script thought, I do have to question how much of scene was taken from Shea's contribution and how much was added by Wilson and was subsequently tempered back into the eventual published form of Illuminatus!. As far as I know, Shea never read up on then-modern occultists such as Crowley or Kenneth Grant. A lot of the Atlantean nonsense and its connection with the Church of Scientific Illuminism is derived from Aleister Crowley and the Hidden God, which I believe Wilson would have had access to at the time of the writing of The Sex Magicians. We are all of us gutter-minded,
"Leda and the Swan" by Nikolay Kalmakoff (via Coulthart)
The Sex Magicians Chapter Thirteen: "Who knows what Evil lurks in the hearts of men?" (pg. 84-97)
Well, this is quite a chapter. Aside from the regular goetia of anxieties I have buzzing around, I think I've dithered on this post because I'm not sure that writing is not the best medium for the consideration of a chapter that is smutty, profound, flippant, obscene and iconoclastic. I would much prefer to have a conversation about this, without the permanance of type and the ability to change my mind between statements and then claim I always meant what I was thinking at that moment.
Alas, like Mary Kelly's respectability, that eventuality is forfeit.
The chapter begins with the famous tagline of The Shadow pulp stories and radio adaptations. Arlen Riley was famously a writer for The Shadow during the Fifties, right before the time Wilson was welcomed gently-but-somewhat-brusqley into her apartment. The Shadow knows if Arlen Riley scripted those specific shows (Alan Moore) The most beautiful woman in the universe...he would have been working with Her, still experimenting with and without LSD and almost certainly still with ritual, when he was writing this chapbook. Inspiration lies here within this fecund, seeded vulgarity. Josh Dill, who is much closer to the later iterations of Simon Moon than Simeon Moon, heralds the profundity that occurs partway through this chapter with lips spread with vaginal fluids and whipped cream. Suddenly, the Sex Magicians, or at least one of them, has arrived at the party.
A couple of instances of language that would absolutely not be acceptable in today's world, although there was a heavy, modernish dose of irony in their usage, made me want to jump to Wilson's defense. Another time, a distant age, and all that shit. I'm being dismissive, but I'm still going with that. I believe Wilson's HGA or heart was in the right place.
Take, for instance, the increasingly turgid turmoil of the seduction of Mary Kelly with Stan the Hand(s); is this a chronicle of disturbing coercion or a lascivious tale of liberation from middle-class, Protestant mores? Wilson gets into heavy erotic detail, making sure to fold in his satirical, Dickian advertisements while Stan prevails against Mary's qualms. Reading the text, it is obvious that Mary wants the sexual encounter, and what Wilson was depicting was a weakening of unexamined limits. The word of sin is restriction and all that.
I'm glad we have advanced so much in so little time, even if it isn't enough, that today this scene can make a reader uncomfortable. Furthermore, I'm glad that reading porn leads to greater introspection than other avenues of consumption. Sex shouldn't be repressed or guilt ridden, but it certainly shouldn't be thoughtless or compulsive.
-times change -
Because of my proclivities, I was absolutely comparing the moment to Sput's speech that wove into the fumbling first night, the examination room and the orgiastic interjections to the current moment. What do we do with such a spout of contradictory nonsense? Does anyone agree on what the Constitution says anymore? Are political, satirical and some most-likely-sincere political musings from half a century ago relevant in any meaningful way? Who knows? But Sput is a great character and Wilson does add enough intellectual stimulation between the titillation to make this something that could plausibly have appeared in a more self-aware, daring and self-effacing version of Playboy.
The vignette with Marvin Gardens is simplistic, crude and reductive. But goddamnit, it does always make me laugh. Especially the imagery of the apple as a symbol of disinterest/restraint. I'll go ahead and point out here that while King Kong has a five foot phallus in Josie's fantasy, Wilson notes that based on the dimensions of actual gorillas, Kong's dong would be disappointingly not-long.
Today is the First Feast of the Writing of the Book of the Law. A blessed day. I finished rereading Ubik, today- I've been reading a lot of PKD lately, as it seems he ended up being one of the most accurate prophets. I do wish their were fuckable robots though- and it strikes me as appropriate to come face to face with the Sophia in that way, in this age. Finishing a book about a maybe-false-God in a tenuous world while I'm in a tenuous world where a maybe-false-God sounds pretty good right now celebrating an ephemeral-God which probably doesn't exist outside the imagination and all that shit...
I've got to do something to honor these days and since I have left my fields fallow, I shall seed them. Tonight, I'll give you "Ethics for Aliens," an exercise in autobiographical excess. Mike was absolutely correct- there was no way this could have been published. I'm honestly interested in its reception now- after I've tried to tailor the way I communicate in the years intervening. This is a bizarre piece written from the Id/heart. All unto thee, Nuit.
I will be back soon. It's a good thing that Wilson's first novel doesn't contain too many twists and turns. It'll be easy to jump back into. As weak as this sounds, it has been hard to focus with what is going on in my country.