Monday, November 27, 2006
God, a corncob and Transmetropolitan
So this zealot comes to my door, all glazed eyes and clean reproductive organs, asking me if I ever think about God.That's Spider Jerusalem speaking in Warren Ellis's Transmetropolitan, a comic-book masterpiece I'm enjoying even more than I did Fables or Preacher -- which, for me, is saying a lot. Frenetic joy gambols.
So I tell him I killed God. I tracked God down like a rabid dog, hacked off his legs with a hedge trimmer, raped him with a corncob and boiled off his corpse in an acid bath.
So he pulls an alternating-current taser on me and tells me that only the official Serbian Church of Tesla can save my polyphase intrinsic electric field, known to non-engineers as "the soul."
So I hit him. What would you do?
But why did these lines come to mind now? Well, I read about Rae Hart Anderson's effort to save Satveer Chaudhary's soul, and I thought, boy, I wish Satveer had read Transmetropolitan and had the spunk to give it back. Well, well...