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RED SONJA #1 (Dynamite, 2016)
Let us
pretend we never heard of Red Sonja before. Let us pretend this is really the number one issue, the introduction
of a new (anti)heroine to unsuspecting readers used to have their
sword-and-sorcery warriors and thieves brawny, manly, and savage. Let us open
the book in front of us as if we didn’t know what had gone on in this last forty
years and try to answer the question: who is this Red Sonja, of the flaming red
hair, chainmail shirt, and savage sword?
The book
opens up somewhat enticingly. Over a familiar map, crossed by the shadow of
what I want to believe is a candle about to be snuffed, the text situates us in
“The latter days of the Hyborian Age”, and
tells us of a message sweeping “Through
the plains of Hyrkania…” Successive text-boxes tells us of Hyrkania as “that once great nation” whose king is
dying, and asking “Who will save him?”
It is an effective beginning, with a layout dominated by inklings of an ominous
storm approaching, not only in the gathering clouds, dry lightning and strong
winds, but in the dagger that is thrown at the map, straight at the heart of
the kingdom.
And then, a
double-spread page introduces us to Sonja – although we don’t know it’s Sonja,
not yet anyhow – fighting a giant bull that seems to have been spit from hell
itself, in a storm-swept plain. It is a nice introduction to our heroine. As
the text asks “who will save him”, we see Sonja fighting a monster that seems
to be unconnected from the king’s plight, either a way of telling us that Sonja
will be the one saving the king, or that the only one that could save him was at
the time far away, incapable of help. An
idea reinforced by Sonja passing by the king’s castle in the next panel, under
the caption “No one. No one.” The kink is dying, and that is final.
But then, in
the immediate panel, with the king prostrated in bed, the pained queen tells us
all we need to know, by telling the king that “Red Sonja comes. All the elixirs, the ancient texts, the enchanted
jewells… all failures! Sonja will not let you perish, not with the wolves of
Khitai and Turan at the door”.
Let us stop
here a moment, before proceeding with the story, as I find this to be an
important point to be made. In a swift moment, we're told about a series of
important facts that will shape the way we’ll read coming events, not only in
this issue, but in future ones as well. After all, it is as if we’re reading
about a new Hyborian Age, one where wizards have no power, ancient texts lost
their magic capabilities and the elixirs are just sugary placebos. This
Hyborian age seems to have been touched by the rotting influence of Westeros,
and its re-centering of Ur-fantasylands as recycled Middle-Ages loci. An idea reinforced by the
remaining pages, that strive to shape the story as a political intrigue one –
albeit simplistic in the extreme (but lets not spring ahead of ourselves at
this point) – instead of a typical sword-and-sorcery narrative. And so we learn
that Sonja was sent to bring back the heart of the Thunder Bull of the Steppes
(a rather small one, I figure, for such a big beast!), because the Mages assured
the King that it would prevent death for another thirty years. Allas, that is
not so, as the king is dying of mere old age. And, in his dying bed, the King
confides in Sonja his troubles and aspirations.
So, by now,
Sonja is already established as a capable fighter, an intimate of the royal
family and close to the King himself. So close that, as a dying wish, he asks
her to take the throne. Wait a minute? WTF!?
He asks her to take the throne!?
I know I
mentioned above this was a way too simplistic political intrigue, but hey, shouldn’t
one stop and think a little before writing this kind of things? It’s true we’ve
been told Hyrkania is (apparently) at its waning days, but what kind of decadent
autocratic regime is this where there’s no dynastic line to be upheld, no rival
aspirants to the throne, no bloodlines fighting each other for the destinies of
the nation? A queen made by diktat of a
dying king, in the face of the king’s own wife?
This
logical stumbling block, however, serves another narrative purpose: until now,
we’ve seen Sonja in action fighting the giant bull (the objective view), we’ve
heard about how others see her (third party perception) and now, with the offer of
the throne, we get Sonja’s subjective perception of herself: an haughty, opulent, and decadent queen, given
to parties and (one suspects) orgies, “the
doom of Hyrkania”, as Sonja describes herself.
And so, she
refuses the throne and, though pledging to “defend
and protect our people, as Sonja the She-Devil, not Sonja the Queen”, with
the king’s corpse still warm in his dying bed she leaves Hirkanya and spends a
full year traveling abroad, bludgeoning beasts, tying tyrants, vanquishing
villains and undistressing damsels in distress… all of it told, not shown.
As one
progresses in the book, it becomes transparent the reason for such an absence.
The new King (apparently selected by the dying king) has made an utopian
paradise out of Hyrkania, with free schools, jobs for everybody and security
within and beyond the kingdom’s frontiers. Returning after one year away, we’re
expected to believe that Sonja hasn’t even heard the name of the new king (talk
about straining the reader’s suspension of disbelief). More than that, in what
is the most irksome section of this first issue, the reader is made privy to
the thoughts, dreams and aspirations of Sonja as she seemingly finds herself
out of a role to play in Hyrkania, the new king having taken care of all the
needs of its people. But Sonja’s interior life, however, is made out of fantasizing
about an endless stream of lovers, of sex with high born and peasant. Looking
back now, and thinking that maybe she should have become Queen, she sees her
regal duties as “hunting and fighting and
lovers every day… quince and mince and enough cimmeran beer to float a
navy… And a royal consort. Or two. Or
ten.”
In a
totally inappropriate comedic tone, the utopianism of Hyrkania’s new rule is
played against Sonja’s mounting boredom and itching for a fight. Any fight. Searching
for the smallest chance to use her sword, Sonja feels like a swagger and a
brigand, not far removed from any common lout on a drinking hole. In any other
book not bearing her name on the title, she would be the villain. And not a
very impressive one. When, by the end of the book, some dark aspects of the
seemingly benign rule of the new King tear through Sonja’s dreams, prompting
her to fight the so called Black Talons
of the king, one is led far more to believe that she unsheathes her sword out
of boredom, than out of a sense of justice. And that she does it with extreme
prejudice, not asking for explanation or confirmation of what is told to her by
the escaping peasant family, just stresses an impression of Sonja as incapable
of thought.
There would
be a lot more to say about the three final pages: of how incredible it seems
for Hirkanya to be able to wage an expansionist war without anyone being aware
of it; of how simplistic it is to equate the new ruler of Hyrkania with a
Hyborean Hitler; or of how predictable the all dreg was since Hyrkania was
first presented as a paradise on Earth after Sonja’s return.
But the
question we set out to answer was: who is this new Red Sonja? Frankly, she’s
not very bright. Not very wise either. Maybe she’s just the feminine ideal of
some middle-aged teenage girl that never grew out of her padded bra. The first impression we get of her, of a courageous and loyal warrior,
is quickly dispelled by posterior events: her fight against the Giant Bull of
the Steppes turns out to be an empty effort, casting Sonja as a superstitious
and gullible woman, that naively trusts the sayings of powerless wizards; and
her loyalty turns out to be to a dying king, not to a country, a nation or an
ideal, as she quickly leaves Hyrkania on the hands of what seems to be an
anachronistic Nazi-regime after the king’s death. Then, after the swift killing
of the Giant Bull, we see her do nothing but bragging (of how she killed a king
who tried to possess her – more trite pseudo-feminist cant) and aching for a
brawl, all of which makes her less than warrior, less than woman and more of a
lout. And not a very bright one, as she spends several days in Hyrkania –
perhaps even more, as the captain of the Black Talons knows her by name –
without learning the name of the new king. By the last pages of this first
installment, when she apparently sees
the evil that has taken hold of the land (note that said evil is nothing more
than an act of forced conscription, something that is legitimate even today in
many modern countries like Switzerland or Israel, and in this last case, for
man and woman alike), but her eye-opening feels contrived and precipitated,
leading us to believe, as I mentioned above, that it was her brawl-aching and
not any sense of Justice that prompts her to sudden, excessive and (by story
logic) inexplicable action. Inevitably, before we get to this, we have a couple
instances of the Drunken and Horny Sandra character so beloved of Gail Simone
and her female minions. Instead of the fiery match for Conan, once envisaged by
Thomas, she’s just Conan with tits, bereft of his natural cunning.
It is thus
a brutish, boring and stupid woman that we get from this “rebirth” of the once
she-devil with a sword.
Marguerite
Bennett’s writing is lazy, unoriginal and totally uninspiring. From the few
books by her that I’ve read, she strikes me as a terrible writer, a product of
the Diktat for affirmative action that komissar Simone imposed on all comics
publishers in order to provide job opportunities for untalented female writers. And
in this first issue of what is Dynamite’s third volume of ersatz-Sonja
adventures , she adds insult to injury by including some irritating
anachronistic colloquialisms and gestures that help in sinking the last flimsy
efforts at suspension of disbelief.
I’ve voiced
before my discontent for the ubiquitous Medieval look that marks almost all
Fantasy works after Martin’s GAME OF
THRONES mammoth success. One thing I enjoy the most in Sword-and-Sorcery
stories, from Howard to Leiber, from Gaskel to Carter, is the distancing/displacing
amalgamation of oriental and exotic motifs in the Fantasy world. Here we get
the Medieval European look once more, without a sparkle of novelty. Unless we
count as novelty the apparent use of cowboy sleeveless denim shirt and hat by
men, and thigh-high stockings with garter-belt by women. It is a single panel,
but it occurs in the very first page of the story, making it difficult for the
reader not to be perusing the art for more ill-advised and incongruent elements
from there on.
Which is
somehow unfortunate, for the most part Aneke’s art is the only good thing in the book,
displaying a nice handling of perspective, adding immensely to the
cinematic feel of some pages and underscoring the emotional impact and mood of
some moments. Aneke’s Sonja is a beautiful, sexy woman, and it’s good to have
once more an unapologetically buxom Sonja. But where the artist excels herself
is in the portrayal of Sonja’s facial expressions, that goes smoothly from
loutish to concerned, from mischievous to surprised. And it helps that colorist
Jorge Sutil was able to expertly draw out Sonja’s vivid green eyes and sexy
freckles.
There’s only one instance where Aneke’s art is not up to her own standards, with wrong perspective and crass symbolism (see below), but looking at it, I choose to believe that it is Aneke’s way to give the finger to Bennett’s writing.
That’s the feeling one closes the book with.
Friday, February 19, 2016
Thursday, February 18, 2016
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
Tuesday, February 16, 2016
Monday, February 15, 2016
Sunday, February 14, 2016
Saturday, February 13, 2016
Friday, February 12, 2016
Thursday, February 11, 2016
Red Sonja #4
For sale April 2016, so far there's only this cover, a black and white version and a virgin cover....Is Dynamite finally leaving the 90's hell of variant covers?
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Tuesday, February 9, 2016
Monday, February 8, 2016
Sunday, February 7, 2016
Saturday, February 6, 2016
Friday, February 5, 2016
Thursday, February 4, 2016
Wednesday, February 3, 2016
Tuesday, February 2, 2016
Monday, February 1, 2016
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