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An assortment of covers from some of the works covered in this post.

What I Read in 2020, part 2

The latter part of 2020 was again taken up on the fun side mostly with Marvel Unlimited reading inspired by random pages from Marvel Previews catalogs. I also threw in an N.K. Jemisin novel and the Alex Trebek autobiography. On the project side, it was more Teen Titans and Mayfair RPG material, for background on my DC Heroes RPG Watchmen post, along with an Einstein biography for the next post.

As before, I’m not avoiding spoilers, including a major Teen Titans spoiler.


I Am Groot (2017)

Christopher Hastings and Marco D’Alfonso
7.0/10 · August 4, 2020

Groot, only able to say 3 words, has a hard time being the focus. Even in this allegedly solo series, much of the real interest and development centers around the setting and a new supporting cast (the Guardians get jettisoned early on). He’s in Baby Groot mode through this, and though it seems for a minute like he might grow back up, he doesn’t. So, return to status quo. Enjoyable enough but pretty forgettable too.


Invincible Iron Man (2016) #7–11

Brian Michael Bendis and various artists
8.5/10 · August 8, 2020

Bendis has his strengths and weaknesses, but something I’ve really come to appreciate about him is his strong commitment to POC representation. Riri Williams is the Iron “Man” in this title, while Stark is represented by an AI version of himself. Overall this works and is pretty interesting, and I love reading the comments in the lettercols from readers who feel seen for the first time. An odd thing: I think this is the first time in this project that a random selection has led into something I’d already read in a previous project, in this case the line-wide Marvel Legacy read. Overall, solid and enjoyable Bendis.


Unstoppable Wasp (2017) #7–8

Jeremy Whitley, Elsa Charretier, and Ted Brandt
9.8/10 · August 8, 2020

I only read two issues of this, but I loved it! I think it’s the best characterization of the Wasp I’ve ever seen, and I loved the girl-positive and science-positive qualities of it. I was more touched by the ending of this, after 2 issues, than I’ve felt by whole series I’ve read front-to-back.


Peter Parker, The Spectacular Spider-Man (2017) #1–#310 [20 issues]

Chip Zdarsky and various artists
9.4/10 · August 13, 2020

Charming and thrilling Spider-Man writing. Zdarsky does a wonderful job of mixing humor and poignancy. This run is probably most notable for the “My Dinner With Jonah” issue, in which Peter unmasks to JJJ and they become uncomfortable allies. Really hits a lot of the human levels of Spidey, and finds him showing compassion (sometimes a ridiculous amount of compassion) for people. Also loved the documentary issue. My main complaint was that 20 issues is too few. (Well, and that Marvel keeps screwing with issue numbers.)


Avengers (2016) #11–690 [20 issues]

Mark Waid, Al Ewing, Jim Zub, et al.
7.3/10 · September 3, 2020

There was something fundamentally unsatisfying about this run. The first parts were just frill stories, requiring other crossover reading to understand, and then came Avengers: No Surrender. I found it hard to get past the extremely contrived, video-game-ish premise, in which the Grandmaster has STOLEN THE EARTH for a COSMIC GAME!!! Seemed like the main point was to resurrect the Hulk. On the other hand, it deepened my love for Al Ewing, who apparently wrote the best part, a dialogue between Jarvis and Bruce Banner, in which J suggested that what they avenge are the moments in which they fail to live up to their best selves.


The City We Became

N.K. Jemisin
9.6/10 · September 5, 2020

In many ways I enjoyed this more than the Broken Earth trilogy. More grounded, more fun. It made me want to revisit New York, and bring Dante along. Some parts felt a little imperfect, like the King Kong scene (really?!) and the “everybody brown = good, everybody white = bad” character layout, but overall just a marvelous fantasy. And I suppose I’m not being quite fair with my brown/white comment above — the character of Aislyn was fascinating as a sympathetic tool of evil. Maybe she’ll be redeemed? Can’t wait for the next two.


Champions (2016) #12–18

Mark Waid, Humberto Ramos, et al.
6.2/10 · September 8, 2020

This is mainly the Avengers/Champions crossover (“Worlds Collide”), and the fallout centering around Viv Vision, her humanization and duplication. It’s a good story, the crossover part of which I’m encountering for third time (after the Legacy read-through and the Avengers read-through). But I hate hate HATE Ramos’s art. It mars the entire thing badly, where it doesn’t ruin it outright.


The Watchmen Companion

Ray Winninger, Dan Greenberg, Alan Moore, et al.
7.7/10 · September 26, 2020

Obviously I’ll write more about this in my Watchmen post, but for here I’ll just say I really appreciated the chance to be able to buy all this stuff in one volume rather than hunt it down. I have a hard time envisioning how some of it would work as an RPG, and the sourcebook didn’t necessarily add all that much, but Moore’s involvement, especially in the Winninger module, makes the whole thing noteworthy.


The New Teen Titans Volume Six

Marv Wolfman, George Pérez, Romeo Tanghal
8.8/10 · September 27, 2020

Continued character development, and buildup to the payoff that will occur in the next volume. We see Terra increasingly trusted by the group, but we also know she’s a mole. The books continue to sow doubt in both directions — she’s set up to betray the Titans, but will she be swayed by their goodness in the end? Meanwhile, Robin is finally FINALLY sick of being “Robin”, and sheds that identity, in time for Kid Flash to quit for good, while Donna figures out crucial stuff about her past that resolves longstanding questions for her. This volume is a great example of the kinds of benefits you can reap when a team does a long, long run on a title — continuity is an account that pays increasing dividends the longer you let it build.


The New Teen Titans Volume Seven

Marv Wolfman, George Pérez, and Mike DeCarlo
9.5/10 · October 5, 2020

Payoff at LAST! The first half of this book is the justly famous “Judas Contract” arc, which culminates the very long Terra storyline. Turns out she is irredeemable, which is a choice I loved. Having her be just a flat-out sociopath, even more so than the Terminator, subverts the expected clichés about her childlike innocence and the inherent goodness of wide-eyed girls. Then we end the even longer HIVE storyline with some more unexpected background — it’s gone on for much of this time without its initial leadership, driven by a wife just wanting to be true to her husband’s memory. Meanwhile ripples from Terra’s betrayal get explored, especially in Beast Boy. Great stuff.


The New Teen Titans Volume Eight

Marv Wolfman, George Pérez, et al.
9.6/10 · October 12, 2020

Two huge highlights in this volume. The first is the wedding of Donna Troy. It’s an incredible art feast by Pérez, just gorgeous pages with superbly creative composition. The story is suffused with love of all kinds, and unlike the typical superhero wedding, very little conflict. There’s a bit of insecurity here and there to drive some minor drama, but for the most part it’s happy. Even ominous foreshadowing resolves into a beautiful sequence with Hippolyta. The other high point of this volume is the confrontation between Beast Boy and Terminator, whose climactic sequence is… six pages of CONVERSATION. Punches fail, talking wins. Wonderfully scripted too — the kind of lines you want to say out loud. The rest of the collection is fine, but for those two issues it’s a must-have.


Not Brand Ecch (1967) #1–13 and #14 (2017)

Stan Lee, Marie Severin, Roy Thomas, et al.
4.9/10 · October 25, 2020

A super-try-hard MAD magazine wannabe, sticking mostly to Marvel-adjacent content (including DC parodies), but sometimes drifting into movie/TV parodies and the like. The vast majority is just. not. funny. Occasional exceptions are when they do meta-commentary on their own clichés (“Something happening to Bulk! Same thing that happens around this point in every Bulk story!”). Not infrequently topical, but topical to the late 60s, and some of the referents just aren’t that available now. The MAD-style takeoff names are just exhausting. Really, every issue is exhausting, not just because they’re so dense but because they’re just so overextended. Also, just kinda boring. These took forever to read, because I read them before bed and (unlike many other comics in that scenario), only got a few pages in before nodding off. There was a #14 published as a part of Marvel Legacy in 2017, which was a little more successful, because it was written by some people who are actually funny. (Including Ryan North.)


Inhumans – Once And Future Kings (2017)

Priest & Phil Noto
9.0/10 · October 26, 2020

Okay, first of all, points for the fun Lockjaw backup stories by Ryan North and Erica Henderson. But also, the overall Inhumans story is great! I love seeing them as teens, and Priest does a great job of exploring the thematic reverberations of the Alpha Primitives. Plus, the art is absolutely gorgeous. And also, the whole thing feels just fun. The Spider-Man team-up was unexpected and awesome.


Old Man Logan (2016) #25–30

Ed Brisson & Mike Deodato Jr.
7.5/10 · October 28, 2020

So, alternate universe versions of heroes fighting other alternate universe versions of heroes from other universes always feels pretty low stakes to me. I just don’t care that much about time-displaced Wolverine from dystopia fighting time-displaced Hulk from other dystopia. There are some nice little moments with here&now Hawkeye, and what feel like some pretty clear overtones about Trump. Also, the art is pretty and often creatively composed.


The Answer Is…

Alex Trebek
9.0/10 · November 4, 2020

A really delightful read, which made me appreciate Alex on a deeper level. His perspective on life & illness was great — reminded me a little bit of Roger Ebert, though more on the lite side. Also, OMG the swearing is a riot! In any case, a quick but satisfying experience.


Runaways (2003) #1–18 and Runaways (2005) #1–24

Brian K. Vaughan, Adrian Alphona, et al
9.1/10 · November 7, 2020

This is my second or third trip through some of these comics, which is down to random vagaries, but I still find them enjoyable, which is down to Vaughan. Characters are very well drawn, and he does a lovely job of striking the emotional notes in between the plotty stuff. I have some mixed feelings about the characters still (can’t see the point of Chase, and Alex’s “brilliance” is questionable), but the ones I love (Molly, Nico, Gert) I really love.


Astonishing X-Men (2017) #1–12

Charles Soule + various artists
9.4/10 · November 24, 2020

This was great! Granted, the point of the whole thing was to resurrect Charles Xavier (and maybe to take Fantomex off the board), but it was done with tremendous thought and style. With this series, Soule became a writer to watch for me. He really gets the symbolic levels of the X-Men, and superheroes in general. For instance, bringing in Proteus to showcase how protean they all are — Psylocke, Xavier, Rogue, and so forth — is lovely. And I’m a sucker for mindscapes like Soule’s verison of the astral plane. Really satisfying read.


Black Panther (2018) #1–22

Ta-Nahisi Coates + various artists
8.9/10 · December 6, 2020

So, first thing, I’ve finally hit the point in this project where I’m opening runs that haven’t yet ended. That’s kind of unsatisfying, to end with a “To Be Continued.” But in this case, it’s unsatisfying because the series itself is great. Granted, it builds a lot on Coates’ previous BP run, which I haven’t read, but now I’d really like to, because “The Intergalactic Empire Of Wakanda” epic is both wonderfully told and quite thought-provoking. I’d heard of Coates as an essayist and opinion journalist, but knew nothing about his fiction writing. He certainly doesn’t disappoint here. The entire concept of T’Challa being enslaved by the empire that he himself set in motion, with Wakanda’s gods grasping for power in the background, goes way against cliché and makes for an intriguing unfolding. Also, the story’s structure keeps raising and answering questions. One thing I don’t quite get though: what is going on with time? Seems like in book one years go by, but T’Challa doesn’t seem noticeably older, and not much has changed in Wakanda. Confusing.


Thanos Wins: Thanos (2016) #13–18 & Thanos Annual #1

Donny Cates, Geoff Shaw, et al.
2.8/10 · December 7, 2020

Bleah. I wasn’t crazy about the first 12 issues of this (Lemire’s run), but Cates’ is significantly worse. The whole thing seems fascinated with darkness and badassery in a way that feels like it comes out of a 7th-grade male’s basement. Yet another dark sad take on Hulk, Dark Silver Surfer, multiple Thanoses, “Cosmic Ghost Rider” whose penance stare has no effect on Thanos, blah blah blah. Amoral horseshit. I will say that the annual was pretty fun though, mainly because various other writers got a crack at the concept.


Captain America (2018) #1–22

Ta-Nahisi Coates + various artists
9.3/10 · December 18, 2020

Once again this is an incomplete series as of today, and once again that’s a drag because Coates tells a fantastic story. This is Captain America for the Trump era, or rather the follow-up for Secret Empire, which was REALLY Cap for the Trump era. And as good as Coates is about exploring what American symbols mean when the country is deeply sick, he’s even better in this series about gender. There is a LOT about what it means to be “a man”, and a lot about sisterhood and a woman’s need to rescue herself rather than having a man do it for her. The women rescue Cap a lot, which really works for me.


FF variant cover issues

Marvel
8.0/10 · December 19, 2020

All from 2018. Venom #5, Weapon H #6, X-23 #3, X-Men:Red #7. As usual, Cates leaves me cold on Venom. Greg Pak is pretty respectable at selling the ridiculous concept of a Hulkverine. My favorite thing about Mariko Tamaki’s X-23 is her portray of Gabby, the fun clone. And Tom Taylor sketches a great adventure in just one issue, pulling in lots of great scenes for the X-Men. Hard to aggregate a rating for these, so let’s just say… 8.


Einstein: His Life And Universe

Walter Isaacson
10.0/10 · December 21, 2020

This was a fantastic biography. Fascinating material, written very well and researched impeccably. It felt to me like the Platonic ideal of what a biography ought to be. I learned about very complex science alongside deep insights of Einstein’s fundamental qualities as a human being. Not to mention, it gave me everything I needed and more for my Watchmen project.

An assortment of covers from some of the works reviewed in this post.

What I Read in 2020, part 1

I tend to have two types of reading: reading for a project and reading for fun. The thing is, the reading for fun often turns into a project, and the reading for a project can be, but isn’t always, pretty fun. In 2020, this chiasmus was in full effect.

My fun reading was overwhelmingly comics from Marvel Unlimited at the time, and that was driven by a project. See, I go to the comic book store every month, and every month I’m there, I pick up an issue of Marvel Previews so that I can figure out what, if anything, I want to add to my pull list from the upcoming solicitations. A rational person would probably throw these away after that determination had been made, but instead, I’d been accumulating them on a shelf until there were many years’ worth there. It was time to clear that shelf, but again, because I am the way I am, I decided to make a project out of it.

For each issue, I pick a random page, and then read the run that page suggests on Marvel Unlimited. This ended up taking a lot of different forms, but overall it let me jump around Marvel history, focusing on the more recent, reading the work of lots of different creators and the stories of lots of different characters. In these days, those catalogs would sometimes include toys and statues, so when I landed on one of these randomly, I’d try to read 100 issues of that character, driven by the internet’s suggestions. I still do this random Previews page thing, but now just once a month when I get the new one.

The project reading, as is pretty much always the case nowadays, was driven by The Watchmen Bestiary. In mid-2020, I was doing background reading for a post on the Mayfair DC Heroes RPG, and its Watchmen content. That meant reading a rulebook, and also familiarizing myself with the dominant DC comic of the era, Teen Titans.

There are 42 entries from 2020 (dating from the time I started giving decimal-place ratings), but that’s too many for a single blog post. Consequently, this post covers a period from May 7 to August 1.

Note that because these were mostly notes to myself, I was not careful about spoilers. Therefore, be thee warned that these reviews are not spoiler-free, especially the Teen Titans stuff.


Invincible Iron Man (2015) #6–#14

Brian Michael Bendis, Mike Deodato
7.5/10 · May 7, 2020

Bendis at his worst is glib and facile, reiterating dialogue mannerisms like tics across every character and blithely wrenching characters into increasingly implausible and inconsistent actions. Bendis at his best is deep and emotional, striking to the very heart of what’s essential about a character while radically reworking their iconic qualities into startling and fresh configurations. This was somewhere in between — some wonderful moments with Tony, especially his post-AA conversation with Carol, plus the introduction of Riri Williams, who disrupts the whole “white male genius” vibe. At the same time, blowing past narrative cohesion in an extremely frustrating way — e.g. at the end of one issue there’s a giant explosion engulfing all the characters, and in the next issue everybody is fine with no explanation why — and some pretty tiring “You’re telling me this?” “I’m telling you this.” dialogue.


Thunderbolts (2016) #1–12

Jim Zub, Jon Malin, et al.
7.0/10 · May 14, 2020

There seems to be tons of affection for the original Thunderbolts series, and given that it was Busiek + Bagley that makes sense. Never read it myself. This iteration is much of the original cast but led by Bucky, and centered around Kobik, the cosmic-cube-as-precocious-preschooler from the Pleasant Hill event. It has its charms, though the art is mostly ugly 90s pastiches.


Avengers: Standoff (2016)

Marvel
7.2/10 · May 22, 2020

Kind of a harebrained plot, engineered mostly to de-age Steve Rogers and set up Secret Empire. Mostly pretty silly. I did enjoy seeing the backstory to the Thunderbolts run, and getting to see a bit of Roberto da Costa running his own renegade Avengers squad. Also, Al Ewing continues to be great.


The Haunted Mansion (2016)

Joshua Williamson, Jorge Coelho
4.8/10 · May 23, 2020

There are probably people who have fond memories of Disneyland’s Haunted Mansion. I’m not one of them. Also, seemed to be aimed at kids, with some questionable messages about taking ridiculous risks. Overall, this was not for me.


Venom: Space Knight (2016) #11–13

Robbie Thompson, Gerardo Sandoval, et al.
6.8/10 · May 23, 2020

This felt like being dropped into the midst of a story with a bunch of characters I don’t know or care about. Also, Venom is not my favorite character. But I do like the Flash Thompson part, and this series had a nice Spidey cameo, just post-Superior. Also, there was a moment with Spidey and the symbiote that felt redemptive. Con: the ugly art.


Extraordinary X-Men Annual #1 (2016)

Ollie Masters, Brandon Montclare, Carlo Barberi, and Rosi Kampe
7.7/10 · May 23, 2020

A fun prison break story. Fluffy and lightweight but enjoyable enough. Same goes for the secondary story between Forge & Moon Girl (they’re spending time together why?) Pretty art on the first story.


Marvel (2020) #1

Alex Ross, Frank Espinosa, Kurt Busiek, Steve Rude, et al.
8.2/10 · May 23, 2020

First issue of an anthology series — Marvel-themed “anything goes” stories done by various people from inside and outside of Marvel. The frame story did nothing for me, but both the shorts, a Spider-Man/MJ marriage story by Espinosa and an old-school 1960s-style Avengers story by Busiek, were pretty good.


Civil War II

Brian Michael Bendis, David Marquez, Olivier Copiel, et al.
8.8/10 · May 23, 2020

I like it when Marvel digs into the metaphorical value of their characters by having them clash over serious philosophical differences, and this one paid off mostly. It still felt a little unsatisfying, as some of the more obvious arguments remained both unstated and unrefuted, replaced by more punch-outs. And it loses points to the original Civil War in being that much further removed from real-world debates (I mean, I guess the future predicting is like profiling, but that’s also a bit of a stretch.) Overall enjoyable combo of writing & art though, and some good character moments, though none as good as the argument outside an AA meeting that Bendis wrote for Tony & Carol in Iron Man.


Guidebook to the Marvel Cinematic Universe – Marvel’s Agents of SHIELD Season Three (2016)

Mike O’Sullivan et al.
5.3/10 · May 24, 2020

Lots of character-by-character recaps covering the same plot ground over and over. And not my favorite season of AOS either. (Though not my least fave…) But pretty dull to read, and a little too divorced from the fact that it’s a show — why not say who played what?


Miracleman Book One: A Dream Of Flying

Alan Moore, Garry Leach, and Alan Davis
9.7/10 · June 1, 2020

Moore’s original superhero deconstruction, before Swamp Thing and Watchmen. It feels like a younger Moore, but still fantastic. It’s the redemption of the ludicrous all over, a Shazam-like hero brought to our earth and his implications examined, his foundations overthrown. Essential. Thank goodness Marvel brought it back into print.


The New Teen Titans Volume One

Marv Wolfman, George Pérez, Romeo Tanghal
8.3/10 · June 10, 2020

Reading these as background for the Mayfair DC project, but they’re enjoyable in their own right. I’m a fan of Wolfman’s Marvel work, and he doesn’t disappoint here, though the grating DC goofiness/silliness is always in place. Also, Pérez’s art and composition are consistently fricking gorgeous.


The New Teen Titans Volume Two

Marv Wolfman, George Pérez, Romeo Tanghal
8.6/10 · June 20, 2020

Pérez is still wonderful. Reading these in tandem with the RPG rules, and it’s amazing how some of them really feel like RPG scenarios, especially the quest to find the Doom Patrol, which splits the team, then has encounters in a hidden temple, then reunites the team, then a plot twist, then a redemption, then a boss fight, etc. Also, Pérez, man. Wow.


The New Teen Titans Volume Three

Marv Wolfman, George Pérez, Romeo Tanghal
8.8/10 · June 29, 2020

A bunch of little one-off stories, either revisiting past Titans stuff (pre “New” series) or experimenting with different narrative structure, like the “Dear Mom And Dad” story. The real winners though are the limited series issues where they all go camping together and we get a BUNCH of backstory and character development on Cyborg, Changeling, Raven, and Starfire. The Starfire one in particular sets up much bigger stories for Vol. 4.


100+ issues with Medusa

Marvel
8.0/10 · July 3, 2020

Highlights of this were the Lee/Kirby Fantastic Four stuff, Charles Soule’s Uncanny Inhumans (it’d be fun to read Soule’s whole Inhumans arc across various titles), and Fraction/Allred’s FF. Ant-Man’s “sociopath” speech to Doom while giving him the beatdown in the final issue of FF was GREAT.


Elektra (1996) #1–19 and #-1

Peter Milligan, Larry Hama, and Mike Deodato
2.8/10 · July 7, 2020

OMG the awful, AWFUL, horrendous 90’s-ness of it all. What a terrible time for comics. Page after page of grotesqueries — anatomical abominations, exploitative sexualization, laughably flowing ponytails & cloaks, cheesiness masquerading as grit, and lordy the shoulder pads. Pages centered around poses. Close-ups on slitted eyes. Strands of hair EVERYWHERE. Just bad bad bad. But also the storytelling just sucks — threads outright dropped, or stuff happening “because badass”. What did I like? Uh, the hints of Frank Miller Daredevil were pretty cool. And, uh… maybe the Greek stuff? Overall just no.


The Unbelievable Gwenpool: Head Of M.O.D.O.K. (Issues #5–10)

Chris Hastings, Irene Strychalski, & Gurihiru
7.1/10 · July 8, 2020

The concept of somebody getting thrown from our universe into the Marvel Universe, and exploiting her meta-level knowledge of how stories are structured, etc., in order to prosper, is a fun one. But the character is way too nihilistic, willing to murder people because they’re “background characters”. It’s like if Zero Sum Game from Comp97 were a comic book character. Kind of a bummer.


The New Teen Titans Volume Four

Marv Wolfman, George Pérez, Romeo Tanghal
8.9/10 · July 10, 2020

The book is maturing at this point, and laying in richer characterization and deeper themes. Brother Blood stuff explores cults, and the epic space opera gives us much more background on Starfire, as well as giving her character some development & cultivating her romance with Robin. Also we’re getting increasing hints that all is not well with Raven. Absorbing and fun.


The New Teen Titans Volume Five

Marv Wolfman, George Pérez, Romeo Tanghal
9.0/10 · July 22, 2020

Strands getting thicker and stronger. The introduction of Terra and verrry slow burn on her sketchiness. Increasing unreliability of Raven. Development of Robin separating from Batman — probably the best character development in this volume, though Raven’s was good too. Brother Blood was strong, Thunder and Lightning weaker.


Thanos (2016) #1–12

Jeff Lemire, Mike Deodato, and German Peralta
5.4/10 · July 25, 2020

I don’t love series that center on villains, and seeing one broken down only to build himself back up again isn’t exactly inspiring to me. I guess it’s fun to see other takes on cosmic characters, but overall really not my cup of tea.


DC Heroes RPG 1st edition

Greg Gorden
7.4/10 · July 29, 2020

I wish I could be part of a game of this run by somebody else. In my head, the logarithmic AP mechanic and the fact that you have to keep looking stuff up on a table feels clunky, and I still have trouble wrapping my head around the notion that the “health bar” is so low, but maybe in play it would feel natural. Certainly it’s got its fans, who call it elegant and transparent. EvilDM’s videos, Hero Points podcast, and DC All-Star Games have been invaluable resources in understanding the living, breathing feel of the game beyond the rulebooks.


Nick Fury (2017) #1–6

James Robinson and ACO
7.3/10 · August 1, 2020

Wild and crazy art feels like a tribute to Steranko (though not an aping), and the writing has a freewheeling 60’s-James-Bond energy. Those are the pluses. On the minus side, the whole thing felt kind of disconnected from the overall universe, and consistently failed to generate any feeling of stakes.

Various kinds of media (books, films, music) on a desk, with notes and speech bubbles indicating brief reviews

Capsule Reviews

Since 2016, I’ve been tracking most of the media I consume — what I read, watch, and listen to. (Not play, though. I don’t get through games fast enough to make them worth tracking.) Like a lot of my projects, this tracking has grown over time. I used to just keep a spreadsheet with a quick line listing title, author (or artist, etc.), date finished, and a 1 to 10 rating.

However, before long I found myself making the occasional note about what I thought — just a few words, one or two sentence fragments. Then I decided I wanted a little more precision in my ratings, so I expanded the rating number to one decimal place, similar to how I rate IF Competition games.

Right around the same time as I expanded the ratings, mid-2020, I began writing actual capsule reviews. (Pandemic free time may have been a factor here.) There were still plenty of sentence fragments, but I was consistently documenting a thought or two (or more) about each work. Over time, those reviews have grown a bit more polished and extensive, though they’re still never more than a paragraph or two.

For quite a while now, I’ve had the vague intention to start sharing those reviews on this blog, and today that intention crystallizes into action. Every Monday, I’ll post a batch of reviews, and keep at it until I’m caught up. Those early one-line logs aren’t all that interesting or useful to anyone but me (for all I know, none of this is interesting or useful to anyone but me, but I’m quite certain that’s the case for those one-liners), so I’ve decided somewhat arbitrarily to start the sharing at the point I began using the decimal version of my ratings, mid-2020.

I’ll start with book reviews, beginning in 2020 and going up through 2025. Then I’ll do the same for movies, music, and TV, until I’ve shared all those reviews here. After that point, I’ll just post the new ones at year-end, similar to what I do with my music mixes. They may not arrive exactly on time, as I tend to catch up with the writing in fits and starts, as time allows.

Once I have a reasonable catalog in place, I intend to make a new page heading for these posts, that makes the reviews easily findable and sortable. But first, the reviews themselves!

The painting Job and His Friends, by Ilya Repin.

The Watchmen Bestiary 43 – Brother and Companion

Behold, if you read this post, you shall be stricken with Watchmen spoilers, and also analysis of the biblical book of Job from a secular perspective, if you view that sort of thing as an affliction.

A few posts ago, I tried to catalog all the symmetries I could find in Watchmen, but as we pass into Chapter 7, I realize I missed a big one: the structure of the book itself. As the web annotations document, each issue of the comic has a focus, and that focus is either advancing the plot or exploring a character. Now, it’s hardly cut and dried — all the chapters do both — but I think we can fairly say that some chapters delve more deeply into a character than others. Stepping back, when we look at how those jobs are divided up, a symmetry reveals itself:

Issue Focus
1 Plot
2 Character: The Comedian
3 Plot
4 Character: Dr. Manhattan
5 Plot
6 Character: Rorschach
7 Character: Nite Owl II
8 Plot
9 Character: Silk Spectre II
10 Plot
11 Character: Ozymandias
12 Plot

In other words, rather than simply alternating between plot focus and character focus, the book reflects along an axis between Chapter 6 and Chapter 7, so that two character chapters are adjacent, and plot chapters bookend the story. We’ve now crossed that axis, and are opening Chapter 7, “A Brother To Dragons”, which explores Nite Owl II. As always, the chapter title derives from its epigraph, in this case a quotation from the biblical book of Job:

Epigraph from Watchmen chapter 7, reading: "I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. My skin is black upon me, and my bones are burned with heat. JOB chapter 30, verses 29-30"

There’s quite a bit to unpack here, even before we get to the somewhat startling choice of linking Dan Dreiberg with Job. Let’s start with the language.

Set Your Words in Order Before Me

Moore quotes the King James Version (KJV) of The Bible, and its imagery of dragons and owls feels rich with mythological weight, tying in well with the classical allusion and illustration that appears on the next page, Dan’s article “Blood from the Shoulder of Pallas.” However, I’ve defaulted in this project to using the English Standard Version (ESV), and scripture citations in this post will come from that translation unless otherwise specified. The ESV renders this epigraph quite differently:

I am a brother of jackals
and a companion of ostriches.
My skin turns black and falls from me,
and my bones burn with heat.

It turns out that Job is quite a challenge to translators. As the American-Israeli bible scholar Edward L. Greenstein details in Job: A New Translation, there are multiple layers that make the text difficult to interpret: its highly poetic vocabulary, its culturally referential use of words, its idiosyncratic idioms with technical meanings, and even the condition of the text itself, which was originally circulated among an elite group, had only a few copies in existence, and may have sometimes gotten its papyrus sheets shuffled. Subsequent scribes and scholars have all strained to make sense of the original Hebrew, and “Specialists tend to agree that the ancient translators often resorted to guesswork, to the substitution of words they knew for words they did not, and to loose paraphrase.” (pg. xxviii – xxxi)

In the case of the epigraph text, the KJV is an outlier in how it translates the Hebrew citations of animals in this verse. Most versions substitute “jackals” for “dragons”, with the occasional “serpents”, “snakes”, or “monsters”. “Owls” enjoys a bit more popularity, but is still a minority choice, with most translators using “ostriches” or “daughters of the ostrich.”

How can there be this much slippage between very different beasts? Well, it goes back to the rather obscure Hebrew. The sense of the passage follows from the previous line, “I stand up in the assembly and cry for help.” The idea is that Job’s mournful cries connect him with other animals that make such sounds, jackals and ostriches being the consensus choice, though there is room to render them otherwise.

All that observed, within the Watchmen context, it still makes the most sense to just stick with the KJV images, since Moore and Gibbons find various ways to evoke them in the chapter. As usual, the authors are quite ingenious at creating moments for the epigraph to resonate. Let’s break it down a little:

Panel and title from Watchmen, chapter 7, page 2. A huge gout of flame bursts forth from the front of Archie, with the words "A Brother to Dragons" beneath.

I am a brother to dragons,

  • The title appears under a 3-panel-wide image of Archie “breathing fire”
  • That fire-breath happens again on page 27, while Archie is aloft
  • Rorschach also spews flame, as we saw in Chapters 5 and 6, and Rorschach is clearly very present in Dan’s mind throughout the chapter, in a way that suggests a brotherly relationship
  • The idea of brotherhood comes up for Dan both in connection to Rorschach (“I feel we have certain obligations to our fraternity.”, pg. 28) and to Hollis (“like part of a brotherhood or something…”, pg. 8)
  • Both dragons and owls align with Dan’s passion for flight, as well as for mythology
  • Laurie calls it “knights-in-armor fantasy stuff” (pg. 7), a descriptor that very much includes dragons
  • “Archie breathes smoke as well as fire” (pg. 22) — and in fact does both on page 27, creating a smokescreen and then gouting flame from within it
  • Laurie’s smoking is another kind of fire-breathing, themed initially as an accidental firestarter and finally as the fire’s denouement

and a companion to owls.

  • Dan’s friendship with Hollis is obviously companionship to a (Nite) Owl
  • The Twilight Lady also calls herself a “Night Bird” in her signed picture (pg. 5), and while Dan isn’t exactly her companion, he is also reluctant to dispose of the souvenir
  • As Dan explains, his ship Archimedes is named after Merlin’s pet owl in Disney’s The Sword In The Stone (pg. 7)
  • Owls are also his intellectual companions, as we see in his writing for ornithological journals

My skin is black upon me,

  • Archie is covered with soot after the fire is extinguished — an exterior blackening
  • Laurie asks for her coffee “black as the devil” (pg. 11), and it steams up in front of them while they watch TV, continuing the imagery of smoke and mist
  • “During Hiroshima Week, I read an article in Time magazine, with pictures: kids’ bodies, skin burned black.” (pg. 12)
  • In Dan’s dream, he pulls the black skintight costume off the Twilight Lady
  • The tenement fire victims pointedly include very dark-skinned Black people

and my bones are burned with heat.

  • All the fiery dragon imagery recalls this line as well — being a companion to dragons makes for a close affiliation with burning and heat
  • Dan burns with another kind of heat in this chapter, desiring Laurie more and more until they consummate their relationship in a blast of fire
  • “It’s just disturbing that, faced with such heat, people remain so cool” (pg. 12)
  • The skeletal couple in the nuclear blast literally have their bones burned with heat
  • The tenement fire victims are also burned with heat
  • Not only do fire images recur (Archie’s flame, nuclear blasts, the burning tenement), but Dan also invokes hell multiple times throughout the chapter
  • “I feel so confident it’s like I’m on fire.” … “I didn’t know you could smolder.” (pg. 28)



Now, all this flashy mythology isn’t what’s happening in Job at all — as I mentioned above, this section in the Bible story has more to do with Job’s mournful wailing and physical afflictions. For those unfamiliar with the Job story, let’s sketch out a very high-level overview. For what it’s worth, I’m not a believer, so this won’t be the most reverent summary, but it will align to the text.

In true folk tale fashion, the book begins, “There was a man in the land of Uz”, and goes on to describe Job, who is wealthy, respected, pious, and blessed with a large family. High above, the Satan (in Hebrew “adversary” or “accuser”) taunts God with the claim that Job is only faithful because he is fortunate. God takes the bet, and allows the Satan to lay waste to Job’s “possessions”, which means not only his numerous livestock but also all his servants and all ten of his children — they’re all gathered for a party when the house falls in on them and kills them.

Job stays faithful (“The LORD gave, and the LORD has taken away” 1:21), but the Satan continues to goad God, and another round ensues, in which Job’s health is afflicted, and he ends up on a trash heap, scraping at his sores with a shard of pottery. Still he remains faithful, but with no explanation for why such calamities have befallen him, and no relief from them either. Three of his friends show up, and at first just sit with him silently, but then sanctimoniously lecture him after Job starts lamenting the day of his birth.

They insist that he must have sinned badly to be so punished, which we and Job know is not true, but they have no other way to explain to themselves what is happening to Job — he must have deserved it. They even go so far as to start inventing sins Job must have committed. Job, meanwhile, keeps insisting on his innocence and demanding an audience with God, a kind of trial where his alleged sins can be enumerated and he can defend himself.

An engraving of Job with three men on the right pointing at him with both hands, and one on the left speaking in his ear.

William Blake – Job Rebuked By His Friends

After several rounds of arguments between Job and this trio, a fifth voice pipes up: the younger man Elihu. Elihu berates both the friends and Job, but overall his arguments are not radically different from the trio’s. He does, however, add another dimension, suggesting that because God is unquestionably good, Job’s suffering must have a benevolent purpose that mortals are too limited in their perspective to understand, and that this purpose may involve teaching lessons. He also berates Job for complaining, and for demanding an explanation from God, saying that he suffers in part to be purified of these sins. (Though of course these so-called sins wouldn’t be occurring had Job not been afflicted with outrageous misfortune in the first place.)

Finally, God himself steps on stage, speaking to Job “out of the whirlwind”, but not for the reckoning of justice that Job craves. Instead, he spends several chapters cataloging all the wonders of the world and the universe, while periodically directing sarcastic zingers at Job, like so:

Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth?
Tell me, if you have understanding.
Who determined its measurements — surely you know! (38:4)

God goes on like this for four chapters, devoting long descriptions to enormous creatures like Behemoth (a land beast) and Leviathan (a sea beast), constantly heckling Job by pointing out his lack of power over these monsters. For instance, with regard to Leviathan: “Will he make many pleas to you? Will he speak to you with soft words? Will he make a covenant with you to take him for your servant forever? Will you play with him as with a bird, or will you put him on a leash for your girls?” (41:3-5) This last question is particularly harsh, given that Job’s girls are dead.

Finally, Job abases himself completely to God, saying, “I have uttered what I did not understand… therefore I despise myself, and repent in dust and ashes.” (42:3-6) God then rebukes Job’s friends, and Job successfully intercedes for them so that they may escape punishment. Finally, God “restores” Job’s fortunes, giving him twice as many animals as before, and ten new children — not that new children can replace dead children.

This is obviously a great simplification of a book so complex and nuanced that millennia of scholars have argued over it, but even this bare framework exposes moral questions that can be brought to bear on Watchmen, as it has chosen to directly invoke this particularly dramatic and fraught part of the Bible.

Him Who is Righteous and Mighty

In his bestseller When Bad Things Happen to Good People, Rabbi Harold S. Kushner analyzes the Job story, and identifies a trio of beliefs that cannot all remain standing in the face of Job’s suffering:

God is all-powerful and causes everything that happens in the world. Nothing happens without His willing it.

God is just and fair, and stands for people getting what they deserve, so that the good prosper and the wicked are punished.

Job is a good person. (pg. 36)

As Kushner points out, when Job suffers, we can only affirm any two of these statements by denying the third. The friends are ready to stop believing in #3, arguing that Job must not be a good person after all. Job is ready to reject #2, arguing that God is in fact unjust, though the way he rejects it transforms over the course of the book. At first he simply accuses God of unfairness, but by the end he believes that God transcends altogether mortal concepts of justice and fairness, that we are too limited in our understanding to comprehend the cosmic scale of goodness upon which God works. (Kushner himself rejects #1, and argues that the author of Job does too, but that’s a path I won’t try to tread here.)

Cover of the book When Bad Things Happen to Good People, by Harold S. Kushner

When God addresses Job with a blizzard of rhetorical questions about how the universe works, he amplifies points made earlier by Elihu, who sometimes rattles off a similar series of questions, for instance:

Do you know how God lays his command upon [his works]
and causes the lightning of his cloud to shine?
Do you know the balancings of the clouds,
the wondrous works of him who is perfect in knowledge[?] (37:15-16)

The essential argument here is: who are you to question me, when I have so much power? When the text hammers over and over at God’s extreme capabilities, we begin to understand that in this moral calculus, power is standing in for fairness. Might makes right, and Kushner’s proposition #1 looms so large that it swallows #2 — as Job comes to believe, we simply cannot judge such a powerful being on our own terms. God is by definition righteous, even if his actions are well outside our understanding of good and justice, and all the pain he brings is meant to help on a cosmic scale we cannot see.

Ozymandias, it seems to me, would make all the same arguments about himself. Not that he would claim to be all-powerful, exactly, but he is exercising power on a level beyond any of the other characters besides Jon. Neither is he all-knowing, but he does believe that he sees a greater perspective than everyone else. Clearly, Rorschach is not the only one in this book who has concluded that God is absent, and that in this absence it is the strong who must decide what is just.

There is no Satan to goad Adrian into testing his beliefs by inflicting suffering and death upon others — that incitement comes entirely from within him. When it comes to slaughter, in fact, Adrian quite outdoes the Satan in Job’s story. Rather than causing the killings of some servants, ten children, and thousands of animals, Adrian’s plan kills millions of New Yorkers, with no differentiation between the wicked and the honorable. Dan speaks in a rather Jobean mode when he wonders how anyone could tell if the world’s smartest man has gone crazy.

And yet, while Adrian might believe in his own godlike perspective and power, we know better, especially when we witness his interactions with Dr. Manhattan. His experiment to eliminate Jon with another intrinsic field subtractor fails (and he sacrifices his majestic pet for nothing), and his bid for reassurance about whether “it all worked out in the end” draws a gently scornful reply. Doctor Manhattan himself is a walking refutation of the notion that transcendent power automatically implies righteousness, as he’s more of the Nietzschean god, indifferent or distant to human affairs.

The book of Job aims to teach or convince us that God’s power is proof of his goodness. The superhero genre, on the other hand, rests on the foundation that power is not automatically equivalent to justice, but rather that using power in the service of justice is the fundamental choice of the hero. These heroes — and their villains — are not above our judgement in the way that Job’s God wants to be. Rather, we judge them precisely for how they use their power, not for the sheer fact of power itself. In this, I would argue that superheroes (speaking generically) represent a better moral example than Job’s mocking God.

Of course, Watchmen sets out to deconstruct superheroes, so it presents two different perversions of the “using power for justice” foundation. The first is that its only truly invincible figure has become detached from the concept of justice, and in fact the book strongly implies that this detachment is a result of extreme power.

Two separate panels from Watchmen chapters 3 and 4. Dr. Manhattan being described as detached from the world, and then walking through Gila Flats saying, "I am tired of this world; these people. I am tired of being caught in the tangle of their lives."

The second is that powerful characters differ in their definitions of justice, and in how they weigh the concept against other moral goods. Our characters are mighty enough to cause huge events to happen. Does this power exempt them from being judged by us? Watchmen‘s answer seems to be a pretty clear HELL NO.

The Pinions and Plumage of Love

In chapter 1 of Job, the Satan observes that God acts as Job’s protector: “Does Job fear God for no reason? Have you not put a hedge around him and his house and all that he has, on every side?” (1:9-10) In response, God withdraws his protection, and one of the book’s major lessons is that personal goodness does not entitle you to divine protection. God isn’t, as Kushner puts it, “a kind of cosmic vending machine” (pg. 40) that spits out rewards in exchange for good behavior. Instead, blessings are to be viewed as a gift from God, one that may be withdrawn at any moment based on the deity’s own inscrutable designs.

This moral framework, if we can even call it that, again differs greatly from the ethos of the superhero, who may be faced with hard choices, but who is always trying to protect the innocent and punish the guilty, usually in that order. The trope of protection appears elsewhere in Job, including one passage that jumped out at me because, at least in the English Standard Version, it includes the word “watchman”. In chapter 27, Job declares, “Let my enemy be as the wicked” (27:7), and from the context it’s clear that he means the trio of his slanderous would-be comforters. From there, he rattles off one of the book’s many conventional catalogs of bad things that happen to bad people, including the following:

[The wicked man] builds his house like a moth’s,
like a booth that a watchman makes.
He goes to bed rich, but will do so no more;
he opens his eyes, and his wealth is gone. (27:18-19)

In Job: An Introduction and Commentary, Francis I. Andersen explains this “booth” as “the temporary shelter erected by a watchman in the fields” (pg. 238), in other words a ramshackle structure built for harvest time, to provide a little shade for someone whose job it is to make sure that the yield of the crop isn’t stolen. This temporary structure is like the moth’s cocoon — made for a brief purpose and later destroyed, just as Job claims (or hopes) the houses of the wicked will be destroyed.

Moore, as we’ve established, is using the KJV, which doesn’t employ the word “watchman” here, rendering it instead as “keeper”, but it’s worth noting that at least in this part of Job, the protector has very little protection himself, and is seemingly not valued highly, just as is true of the characters in Watchmen sidelined by the Keene Act.

Dan Dreiberg is one of these characters, brought low despite having the best intentions and trying to do good in his world. When Laurie asks Dan what got him into the adventuring business, he at first self-deprecates (“I was rich, bored…”) but eventually lands on his true reason: “Hollis was my hero.” (pg. 8) Hollis Mason, the original Nite Owl, was one of those rare costumed vigilantes for whom the superhero life was “a goodness thing.” Dan follows that same flight path, fighting crime until his services are rejected by his society.

What are we to make of invoking Job in Dan’s chapter? Is he a Job figure? As we’ve established, he’s someone inherently moral who is cast aside, not by a supernatural manipulator, but just by the changing culture of his time. When the book begins, he has very nearly (but not quite!) given up all things Nite Owl in despair, sinking into endless cycles of nostalgia, not even writing ornithological articles for months. But, like Job, he is uplifted and redeemed by the story’s end. He solves the mystery, survives the apocalypse, and gets the girl. Rorschach accuses him of quitting, but in fact he never does throw away all the “engagement presents,” (pg. 7) instead bringing them out into glory again as he regains his mantle.

Panel from Watchmen Chapter 7 page 21. A heroic close-up of Dan, fully dressed as Nite Owl II.

So no, Dan doesn’t endure horrific suffering anywhere near the scale of Job, but he does follow a similar, albeit greatly reduced, arc of loss and redemption. He also shares with Job a sense of disappointment in some of the companions he hoped would uplift him. He tells Laurie that he wishes the Crimebusters wouldn’t have fallen apart, so that he could have been part of “a fellowship of legendary beings.” (pg. 8) Instead, he is ignored and frightened (by Doctor Manhattan), mocked and disdained (by The Comedian), and ultimately beaten and betrayed (by Ozymandias). And yet, as the epigraph foregrounds for us, Dan is also the book’s greatest example of brotherhood and companionship.

Job is structured around a central character — first we see him “from above” and then his dilemma is outlined in broad terms. From there, we see his relationships strain and fray as his friends turn on him, until the group of them are upbraided by an external party, and then God comes in to scold everyone, after which our hero is restored and we pull back again to the “from above” POV. The book chronicles the breakdown of his bonds to both God and his friends, until reinstating them at the end. Prior to that, where Job invokes brotherhood and companionship, it is to the wailing animals, not to the deity or the humans who have collectively failed him.

Watchmen has no such central axis — instead its relationships are more like a cloud or web, with stronger or weaker interlinks binding a group of single points. And there are plenty of broken bonds. But of them all, it is Dan who creates or affirms personal connections. Even as his ties to many of the would-be Crimebusters are broken, he seeks to reinforce the bonds that remain. Aside from his strong allegiance to Hollis, established from the very beginning, this chapter shows us his blossoming romantic love for Laurie, and ends with him pledging to help Rorschach, sustaining and strengthening that partnership in the name of the superhero “fraternity”.

In fact, there’s a moment of parallelism in these two attachments — Dan’s reluctance to release Laurie’s hand on page 6 of Chapter 7 foreshadows Rorschach gripping Dan’s hand on page 11 of Chapter 10. Both of these moments happen inside the environment Dan created — the Owlship. Unlike Job’s friends, Dan comes to Rorschach’s aid unconditionally and without judgment. Rorschach sees this and acknowledges it eventually.

In the final chapter of Job, he steps up to help his friends, despite having been treated so shabbily by them, thus restoring not only his relationship to God, but his mortal friendships as well. At the close of the book, Job becomes a symbol for brotherhood and companionship too, and has that trait in common with Dan.

In his suffering and redemption, in his brotherhood and companionship, we can see Nite Owl II as a distorted reflection of Job, in a world without the divine authority that unquestionably exists in Bible stories. So if Dan is a small-scale Job figure, does Watchmen have a small-scale God figure?

I would argue that it has several. The obvious one, of course, is Doctor Manhattan, who shares God’s ability to perform miracles. The difference is, Jon has no interest in performing those miracles on behalf of humanity. He watches impassively while The Comedian shoots his pregnant lover, and until Laurie can convince him otherwise, is more than happy to build sand castles on Mars while the humans of Earth destroy each other. Even when he finally arrives at the story’s climax, his behavior is characterized by preventing change rather than causing it.

The supernatural intercession in human affairs comes instead from Ozymandias. In fact, if the creation and command of Behemoth and Leviathan is God’s closing argument for why his moral authority must be respected, then Ozymandias has a counter-argument. He too created a “monstrous animal” as the signifier of his power, at least to the other characters, if not to the world at large.

Panels from chapter 7, pages 23 and 24, of Watchmen. Residents of a burning tenement shout prayers to the sky, and Nite Owl II responds with an announcement that "the situation is being attended to." A child asks if the guy in the space rocket is Jesus.

And yet, Ozymandias is not the only one to create a titanic creature, for Archimedes partakes of both Behemoth and Leviathan, with a good dose of archangel thrown in, as he is at home both in the sky and beneath the waves. Besides Adrian, Dan is the other major creator in the book, and unlike Job, he does control his enormous creation, at least until the power of nature overcomes it.

When the tenement is burning, one of its residents cries out, echoing Job: “Oh God, please save us! We ain’t done anything!” (pg. 23) And in response to this prayer, who emerges? Silk Spectre II and Nite Owl II, borne aloft by the great beast he has made. A child asks, “Mom? That guy in the space rocket, is that Jesus?” And while God and Jesus are absent from Watchmen, there are saviors present at that moment, and one of them is Daniel Dreiberg, the brother to dragons and companion to owls.

Previous Entry: New York Stories

Photo of the New York City skyline, 1985

The Watchmen Bestiary 42 – New York Stories

Something’s coming, something spoilery. Specifically, spoilers for Watchmen, West Side Story, and the Harlan Ellison story “The Whimper of Whipped Dogs”.

Batman lost his parents. Spider-Man lost his Uncle Ben. Superman lost Krypton, his family, and his people. Daredevil lost his vision and his father, Doctor Strange his surgical dexterity, The Punisher his wife and kids, and so on and so forth. Many a superhero’s origin springs from loss, and in Chapter 6’s telling of Rorschach’s origin story, we hear about plenty of losses (or never-hads) too: his father, his mother’s love, his innocence.

But all of these origin points are fictional. There’s no real Ben Parker, or Thomas and Martha Wayne, or planet Krypton. Rorschach’s story, on the other hand, brings in a real, historical person: Kitty Genovese. In his narrative, a young girl with an Italian name ordered and then rejected a dress made of a “new Dr. Manhattan spin-off fabric”, one with shifting black-and-white patterns. Walter Kovacs took the fabric for himself after she refused to buy it, and altered it until “it didn’t look like a woman anymore.” Then:

Watchmen, chapter 6, page 10, panels 5 and 6. Panel 5 shows a high angle of just Rorschach's and Evans' hands. Speech bubbles from Rorschach read: "Soon, became bored. Fabric had no use. Left it in trunk. Forgot about it. Two years passed. March, 1964. Stopped at newsstand on way to work. Bought paper. There she was. Front page." Panel 6 shows the newspaper, with headline "Woman Killed While Neighbors Look On." Rorschach's dialogue continues in captions: "Woman who'd ordered special dress. Kitty Genovese. I'm sure that was the woman's name."

He recounts how she was attacked (“Here. In New York.”), how “nobody did anything”, how some neighbors watched her die, and how in his subsequent disgust with humanity, he turned the dress’s fabric into Rorschach’s masks — or, in his terminology, “a face that I could bear to look at in the mirror.”

The web annotations explain further:

This event happened in the real world, and the victim’s name was actually Kitty Genovese. Among other things, the incident spawned a Harlan Ellison short story (“The Whimper of Whipped Dogs”). Subsequently, there has been a certain amount of debunking of the case that problematizes whether or not people really stood by and watched while Genovese was attacked.

“I’m sure that was the woman’s name”

We’ll get back to Ellison, and for that matter to Rorschach, in a bit, but let’s turn for now to Kitty herself, her story, and its subsequent debunking. Journalist and historian Kevin Cook has painstakingly investigated and reconstructed that story, with the help of evidence collected over the years since the crime. In his book Kitty Genovese, he places it in context of New York City in the 1960s, painting a picture of Kitty’s life, that of her killer, and how they intertwined with their cultural and historical moment.

By going deep, Cook lets us see the nuance in Kitty’s case. Her murder and rape, at 3:20am on March 13, 1964, was real and horrific enough. But the lurid account of apathetic witnesses that grew out of it was a mix of exaggeration and invention. In fact, even though most of her neighbors couldn’t see or understand what was happening (and mostly were asleep), some of them did react. One shouted, “Leave that girl alone!”, scaring off her attacker… until he returned later to finish the killing. (pg. 127) In an apartment across the street, a man called the police to report a beating, which is how it appeared from his window. (pg. 207) Another neighbor yelled, “Call the police!”, and cradled the dying Kitty in her arms until they arrived. (pg. 218-219)

There were people who failed to act. The superintendent of a building across the street watched the stabbing, then went to his room and went to sleep. (pg. 107-108) Kitty’s neighbor two doors down opened his door, saw the killing in progress, and then shut it. In a panic, he called another neighbor, who called another neighbor, who called another, the one who urged calling the police. (pg. 218) He finally did so, but why so reluctantly? Well, for one thing he was drunk, and much more importantly, he was gay, as was Kitty herself. Their relationship with the police in those pre-Stonewall days was one of being terrorized, not rescued.

Where did the apathetic witnesses narrative come from? The city editor of the New York Times, having lunch with the police commissioner, was interested in a fact that had just emerged — Kitty’s killer, having been caught, went on to confess to another murder that he hadn’t actually committed, and that another man had already confessed to. The commissioner, avoiding the embarrassment of the double confession story, redirected the editor’s attention, suggesting that 38 witnesses watched Genovese die. (pg. 95-97) The intrigued editor decided to assign a reporter, Martin Gansberg, who wrote it up as a page-one story: “37 Who Saw Murder Didn’t Call the Police: Apathy at Stabbing of Queens Woman Shocks Inspector”. (pg. 78)

That story contained numerous errors, and the Times itself questioned and then officially recanted it much later. The number 38, in particular, seems to have been almost arbitrary. Near as Cook could discover, it maps only to the number of entries in a report by the Queens County District Attorney’s Investigation Bureau, presented a week after the crime had taken place. That report details 49 interviews (multiple interviews sometimes being condensed into a single entry), and even those leave out key players: Kitty’s final comforter, the superintendent, the neighbor two doors down. Most of those who were interviewed heard little and saw less. As Cook writes, “It was a roundup of interviews with Kitty’s neighbors, not a definitive accounting of anything.” (pg. 114-115)

The headline, photo, and first few paragraphs of the Kitty Genovese story, as they originally appeared in the New York Times

The original Martin Gansberg story, as it appeared in the New York Times, March 27, 1964

Yet the story tapped into something that felt true, or at least felt worth being afraid of. What if I were in trouble? Would anyone break away from their own comfort and safety to help me? That question, and the frightening myth of urban apathy that accompanied it, drove a furious cultural drumbeat after the publication of Gansberg’s story. Only decades later, after considerable activism by Kitty’s former neighbors and other residents of her neighborhood, did the more complex and ambiguous truths begin to emerge.

Rorschach’s view of truth famously does not tolerate complexity or ambiguity. He sees the world in simple terms, which we get superimposed over the dress as he holds it up: “Black and white. Moving. Changing shape… but not mixing. No gray.” There is good, and there is evil. He says that Kitty’s murder taught him “what people were… behind all the evasions, all the self-deception.” His revulsion may even include himself — after all, the face that he can bear to look at in the mirror is not a human face. (Isn’t it curious, by the way, that this dress would be one-way transparent? How else could Rorschach see out of the mask he made from it?)

Alan Moore, on the other hand, embraces complexity. His version of Kitty rejects the black-and-white, the two-dimensional. In fact, Moore introduces doubt as to whether Kitty Genovese really was Kovacs’ customer at all. He has Rorschach insist, “I’m sure that was the woman’s name,” reminding us that he is our narrator, and that his version of the story reflects his own beliefs and self-construction. It may not be entirely reliable. Even as Rorschach is extolling the black and white, Moore frames it in grey.

For the purposes of Rorschach’s origin story, though, the actual, objective truth doesn’t really matter. What’s important is just that he believes Kitty was his customer, that he believes her neighbors callously observed as she was, “Raped. Tortured. Killed.” It is those beliefs that galvanize him to become a crimefighter, whether or not they are based on fact. There’s a connection back to Taxi Driver here — it’s Travis’s ideas of Iris and Betsy that turn him into an urban vigilante, not who they really are or how they really feel.

In our world, we made meaning of Kitty’s story, too. Regardless of how accurate or true Gansberg’s piece was, it and the subsequent furor brought about real and positive changes. In 1964, there was no single emergency phone number in the United States — residents of different municipalities all reached police or firefighters via individually different numbers. The Genovese story was part of a movement to change that, and by 1968 it was announced that 911 would be the single number to call for help. Kitty’s story also led to the passage of “Good Samaritan Laws”, which encouraged people to stop or report crimes, and protected them from legal liability in doing so.

In fact, according to Fordham psychology professor Harold Takooshian, the Genovese case spawned (or supercharged) entire new fields: urban psychology, social psychology, and the study of prosocial behavior. (pg. 170) Studies that tried to replicate the dynamics of how and whether individuals or groups would react to a crisis situation revealed a phenomenon now called the Bystander Effect. Essentially, the theory posits that the greater the number of people aware of a crisis (or who are perceived to be aware of the crisis), the smaller the chance that any one of them will act to intervene in that crisis, due to what’s termed the “diffusion of responsibility” in the situation. It’s a widely replicated social phenomenon, and one that Rorschach would probably view as proving his point.

Here’s the thing, though. Watchmen itself tests Rorschach’s theory, and the results are very far from his imagined scenario of detached, voyeuristic bystanders. In Chapter 11, Joey and Aline fight, a fight that escalates into violence on a public street corner. It’s a far cry from stabbing and rape, but it is assault — Joey pushes Aline to the ground and starts stomping and kicking her. According to Rorschach’s version of “what people are”, the crowd should have passively watched.

Watchmen, Chapter 11, page 24, panel 7. Joey is held back from kicking Aline by the hand of Mal Evans, as Fine and Borquin rush to the scene.

That is not what happens. Mal Evans moves to intervene, despite the fact that his wife is at that moment telling him that if he does so, their marriage is over. Steve Fine tells his partner Joe Borquin to pull over, despite the fact that Fine just got suspended from the force. They get out of the car to join Mal in trying to break up the fight, and others begin to converge: the watch seller, the two Bernards, the brothers Ralph and Milo. It is the moment before they’re all wiped out by Veidt’s horror-bomb, but in that moment they invert the Genovese scenario, demonstrating a level of human goodness that Rorschach does not believe exists, and proving him wrong.

“Something to believe in”

Fine and Borquin have a few parallels to another pair of fictional New York cops: Lieutenant Schrank and Sergeant Krupke from West Side Story. Both move in pairs, and remain mostly peripheral to the plot. When they do appear, it is largely to reflect Establishment attitudes about the main characters. Fine and Borquin get a little better developed than Krupke and Schrank, but in both cases the cops serve as fairly minor antagonists, existing mainly to help define the environment the main characters inhabit.

Why have I taken a sudden left turn into the world of Broadway musicals? It’s the web annotations, always the web annotations. In this case, they’re annotating these three panels:

Watchmen, chapter 6, page 7, panels 2, 3, and 5. Rorschach as a child confronts teenage bullies in front of a shop window. The name in the window is partially obscured in each panel, but we can surmise that it reads "Cohen" or "Cohen's".

And here’s what they say:

The name of the shop is Cohen or Cohen’s. At this time, many of the shopkeepers of the small shops in New York were Jewish; Cohen is a classic Jewish name (in fact, it means a descendent of one of the rabbis of Jerusalem). Moore may be thinking here of the 1960s musical West Side Story, in which one scene takes place at the small shop of a kindly old Jewish shopkeeper.

Based on the back matter from this chapter, we know that “this time” is July of 1951, and it’s historically accurate enough to say that plenty of small shops in New York City were Jewish-owned during that period. It’s also true that Cohen is a Jewish surname, and fair to conclude that the shop name is “Cohen” or “Cohen’s” based on the window signage in those three panels.

However, the notion that Moore (or Gibbons) may be thinking of West Side Story strikes me as pure web annotation free-association. Yeah, the punks are pretty 1950s-juvenile-delinquent-coded, just as the Jets are in WSS, and Richie is even wearing a Yankees shirt to emphasize the New Yorkiness of it all, but I see no evidence whatsoever that Watchmen references WSS here. Still and nevertheless, I’ve found in this project that there’s value even in the occasional snipe hunt, so let’s talk West Side Story.

For those who may not know, WSS debuted on the Broadway stage in 1957, and won that year’s Tony Award for Best Musical. It was adapted into a lauded 1961 movie, which won ten Oscars, including Best Supporting Actor (George Chakiris), Best Supporting Actress (Rita Moreno), Best Director (Robert Wise & Jerome Robbins), and Best Picture. It adapts Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, changing the rival families into rival gangs, divided along racial and nativist lines: native-born whites (the Jets) on one side, Puerto Rican immigrants (the Sharks) on the other.

Arthur Laurents, who wrote the original stage book that was adapted for the film by Ernest Lehmann, takes a few liberties with Shakespeare’s plot — there’s no magic potion to feign death, for instance, and his Juliet-figure actually survives the story. Overall, though, WSS parallels R+J quite closely. Alongside its Romeo (Tony) and its Juliet (Maria), there’s a Tybalt (Bernardo), a Nurse (Anita), a Mercutio (Riff), and most importantly for our purposes, a Friar Laurence, who appears in WSS as Doc, the aforementioned “kindly old Jewish shopkeeper.”

It’s worth mentioning here that WSS does not definitively establish Doc as Jewish. Rather, Doc conforms to a stereotype with which Jewishness is associated, owning as he does a small shop in New York City, and acting as he does as a kindly father figure. Also, not for nothing, the musical itself was created by four Jewish men: Laurents (book), Robbins (director), Leonard Bernstein (music), and Stephen Sondheim (lyrics). In fact, the show was originally conceived as a conflict between Catholics and Jews, before it was switched away from religion and towards race and immigration. (Broadway: The Golden Years, pg. 96) So yes, we’re leaning on stereotypes, but I don’t think there’s any particular reason to resist the notion that Doc is Jewish.

There’s also more than one scene that takes place in Doc’s candy shop — it becomes the locale for a critical turning point near the end of the play, as well as the neutral ground for a “war council” in which the Jets and Sharks agree on terms for a rumble, a once-and-for-all fight to establish who keeps their disputed territory. However, the Watchmen scene takes place outside of Cohen’s, and as it happens, there’s an important scene that unfolds right outside of Doc’s: a comic relief song called “Gee, Officer Krupke”.

In this song, the Jets cavort around, jokingly adopting personas embodying parts of the system that tries to cope with them: a cop, a judge, a psychiatrist, and a social worker. Riff bounces from one to the next to the next, always being shuffled off with a new explanation for what’s wrong with him, while playing for laughs the kind of trauma that we see depicted dramatically in Rorschach’s origin:

Our mothers all are junkies
Our fathers all are drunks
Golly, Moses, naturally we’re punks!
Gee, Officer Krupke, we’re very upset
We never had the love that every child oughta get…
They didn’t wanna have me
But somehow I was had
Leapin’ lizards, that’s why I’m so bad!

There’s layer upon layer of irony here. A real confrontation with the real Krupke precedes the song, and when he hassles the gang about why they’re hanging around on the street, they snow him with stories of their rough home lives: “You see sir, we’re afraid to go home! Such a bad environment.” After he leaves, Riff sets up the song, saying, “See, them cops, they believe everything they read in the papers about us cruddy JD’s. So that’s what we give ’em! Something to believe in.”

Clearly, Riff (and the show) are ridiculing stereotypes of juvenile delinquency, and telling us that we shouldn’t believe in them, lest we be as dumb as Sergeant Krupke. On the other hand, nobody really supplies any alternate explanation either. As with Doc, is there any particular reason to resist the notion that they live up to their stereotypes? Maybe they all have loving parents and delightful home lives, but if that’s the case, what are they doing out on the streets, planning a rumble?

Part of the answer might reside in their caricatures of adult authority figures. The Jets’ mock-Krupke is touched by Riff’s domestic sob story, and his insistence on behalf of the gang that, “deep down inside us there is good… like inside, the worst of us is good.” So the mock-cop brings Riff to a mock-judge, who sends him to a mock-psychiatrist, who sends him to a mock-social worker, who sends him back to mock-Krupke, saying, “This boy don’t need a job, he needs a year in the pen!… Deep down inside him, he’s no good!” Each one of these figures is quick to diagnose Riff, and that diagnosis always determines that he’s somebody else’s problem. Regardless of what their actual home lives may be like, the Jets in this song lambaste a system that is as quick to assign blame as it is to dodge responsibility, relying always on snap judgements entirely lacking in subtlety.

As for the kids themselves, they seem just as disparaging when they sing about themselves, “There is good! There is good! There is untapped good!” as when they sing, “We’re no good! We’re no good! We’re no earthly good!” In other words, they reject the black-and-white, and embrace the grey. Riff, in his role during the song representing JD’s at large, is just as much of a ludicrous figure as all the adults, slipping from playing on claimed trauma, to underage entitlement (“With all their marijuana / They won’t give me a puff!”) to admitting straight laziness: “It’s not I’m anti-social, I’m only anti-work!” Nobody is safe from ridicule in the song, and laziness seems to be the core indictment for everyone, all resting on stereotypes and pushing away ownership.

But despite numbers like this, West Side Story isn’t a comedy. True to its Shakespearean origins, death pervades this show, and it ends with a stinging rebuke to the real-life tribal hatred that causes all those fictional deaths. The show’s singing and dancing gangs are a Broadway reflection of actual youth gangs of the 1950s. The social, psychiatric, judicial, and law enforcement establishments were real too, just as they are today, and genuine violence and trauma saturates those systems. Even beneath the comedy of “Gee, Officer Krupke”, there is an exhortation to think harder, see more, do better.

Those imperatives aren’t Rorschach’s strong suit, at least not in the way West Side Story intends. Despite being a product of the kind of home life the Jets parodically claim as their own, he’s much closer to an Officer Krupke than he is to a Jet. He would scoff at the notion that deep down inside of a delinquent, there is untapped good, and he’d rather put a lit cigarette into a young punk’s eye than sympathize about his rough home life.

Watchmen, chapter 6, page 14, panels 5 and 6. Evans is interviewing Rorschach. Rorschach narrates how he was "soft on scum" in his early days, because he "let them live."

Unlike the authority figures in “Gee, Officer Krupke”, Rorschach is more than happy to deal with a criminal himself, but like them, he sees only in stereotypes. It’s just that for him, the Kitty Genovese case is what gave him something to believe in, not what he reads in the papers about those cruddy JD’s. And just as the team behind West Side Story wants to provoke us into seeing beyond what its characters can see, the same can be said for the team behind Watchmen.

Does it make sense to pursue that aim with a musical and a superhero comic? These genres are, let’s face it, both inherently ludicrous. However, where West Side Story and Watchmen represented growth for their respective forms was in bringing the ridiculous closer to the real. This proximity ushered the outlandish styles into new places, but it also snuck us into the real world through a back door, entertaining us at the same time as it pulled on threads attached to real fear, real injustice, real heartbreak.

“Amongst horrors must I dwell”

Harlan Ellison and the New Wave of 1960s science fiction undertook a similar mission. The 1967 anthology Dangerous Visions, edited by Ellison, was the American vanguard of that New Wave, showcasing stories that Ellison and his authors felt couldn’t be published in the magazine markets of the time. Those stories cast aside rocket ships and ray guns for extrapolations from contemporary reality, leaning on the softer sciences like sociology and psychology. The results were both more disturbing and more relevant than Golden Age SF.

Ellison himself wrote many a story inspired by issues and events of his era, and as the web annotations mentioned, he had his own Kitty Genovese story, which he called “The Whimper of Whipped Dogs.” (pg. 83-104 in Greatest Hits) In this 1974 story, a choreographer named Beth witnesses a murder and rape similar to the Genovese attack. She watches, paralyzed, as the entire incident unfolds, and sees her neighbors watching as well, along with some mysterious eyes in the sky. She later meets and dates one of the other witnesses, even going to a party where most of the attendees witnessed the crime. He is awful to her, and blames his behavior on the effects of living in the city.

They break up, and she tries to engage herself in the life of New York. Using the mantra, “The city responded to her overtures”, Ellison describes one terrible, dehumanizing incident after another, and the consequent hardening and coarsening of Beth herself. One night, she awakes to find an intruder in her apartment. They struggle, and end up on her balcony, with all her neighbors standing and watching once again, along with those eyes in the sky. She realizes that the eyes belong to a new God, “a God to fit the times, a God of streets and of people.” (pg. 101) In the midst of the struggle, as she knows she is about to die, she crosses a psychological line and cries out to this new God, “Him! Take him! Not me! I’m yours, I love you! I’m yours!”

At this, her attacker is lifted into the air — “Black, poor, terrified, and whimpering like a whipped dog” (pg. 102) — and slaughtered horrifically. As his mutilated body falls to the ground, Beth understands the reason that she and all her neighbors mutely watch such scenes: “They were worshippers at a black mass the city had demanded be staged; not once, but a thousand times a day in this insane asylum of steel and stone.” She ends the story back with her ex-boyfriend, embracing the city’s God, and

knowing whatever voices she heard from this moment forward would be the voices not of whipped dogs, but those of strong, meat-eating beasts. At last she was unafraid, and it was so good, so very good not to be afraid. (pg. 104)

This is New York itself as a terrifying villain, a place that provokes madness and violence by its sheer density alone. Rorschach, and for that matter Travis Bickle, might agree. Rorschach, in fact, sees Ellison’s “insane asylum of steel and stone” and raises it to “abattoir full of retarded children.” It’s possible to see both Rorschach’s and Travis’s stories as journeys similar to Beth’s, from vulnerable fear to embracing brutality.

Photo of Harlan Ellison at a typewriter in 1977

Harlan Ellison, 1977

New York City transforms Beth, and Ellison highlights that transformation by returning frequently to her memories of going to college at Bennington, “a world of little white dormitories and Vermont countryside.” (pg. 102) The fact that she studied dance there, and became a choreographer, seems relevant to her change as well. It’s also an uncanny resonance with West Side Story, even though the two works are joined by nothing more than being mentioned near each other in the Watchmen web annotations.

Watching West Side Story, we can sense the implicit contradiction or irony of dancing in New York City. It’s hardly the wide open spaces of Oklahoma or the South Pacific, to name a couple of hit musical predecessors. Wise and Robbins emphasize this irony throughout the film, such as in the song “Cool”, shot in a parking garage whose ceiling seems to bear down oppressively on the dancers. Likewise, the choreography demonstrates limiting power dynamics, as in the tight, constrained movements of the Sharks compared to the high-kicking Jets.

In “Whimper”, too, some are more constrained than others — women, Black people. Both attackers in the story are Black, and both victims are women, and it is the Black men who whimper like whipped dogs both times — in a very un-Rorschach-like moment of greater perspective and possible compassion, we see the victimizers as victims themselves, devoured by the collective evil. Beth tries to direct the movements of others as she herself is increasingly boxed in. In the wake of the murder, “Labanotation was merely a Jackson Pollock jumble of arcane hieroglyphics to her… instead of the careful representation of eurhythmics she had studied four years to perfect.” (pg. 89) Finally, at the point of her surrender, the city’s God has become the choreographer, directing a horrid dance with an unseen hand.

There’s a Watchmen parallel to that surrender: the final moments of the Davidstown sailor. As the Black Freighter approaches, he resigns himself: “The world I’d tried to save was lost beyond recall. I was a horror: amongst horrors must I dwell.” Both he and Beth cast aside their humanity — he in recognition that his deeds are too terrible to forgive, and she in recognition that it is the only alternative to a fear that she cannot bear. There is something in that choice that calls powerfully to both Ellison and Moore, and at least in Watchmen, it echoes through the book: in Ozymandias, in Rorschach, and in Joey, even as her dive into brutality evokes the opposite response from Mal Evans, Steve Fine, and the surrounding crowd.

We even see this choice in West Side Story. We see it in Tony, who transcends his gang, only to murder Bernardo in a blind rage. We see it in Anita, who accepts Maria’s love for Tony even knowing “A boy like that would kill your brother”, only to reject it after her near-rape by the Jets, speaking a lie that brings about the tragic ending. We even see it for a moment in Maria, as she holds the gun that has just killed Tony: “How many can I kill, Chino? How many — and still have one bullet left for me?”

It’s the choice that haunts the Kitty Genovese story and the myth that grew around it. It is a choice that New York City seems to force on its inhabitants, at least in these stories, and that quality makes New York the perfect setting for Watchmen.

New York, like Kitty Genovese, is real. That moves it beyond the Metropolises and Gotham Cities (and Keystone Cities, Central Cities, Star Cities, etc. etc.) that populate the usual DC world. Of course, Marvel had been using New York as a setting for decades, but Watchmen New York is far different from Marvel New York, being much closer to the real NYC of the 1980s, at least as it was darkly reflected in the popular culture of the time.

A photo of two men sitting in a heavily vandalized subway car. Visible through a cracked window is a couple kissing.

New York City subway in 1987. Photo credit: Richard Sandler

New York City gave Moore and Gibbons a familiar set of iconography, against which to ground their alternate-historical changes. Further, Moore could draw from real events like the Kitty Genovese case to place Rorschach’s decisions in the context of our reality, not comic book fantasy. That reality, at the time, was a grim one.

I lived in New York City in 1988, as a college student. There were ways in which it was a wondrous place. I also dwelt amongst horrors. The local news was a heart-battering torrent of murders and rapes. My women friends were harassed relentlessly on every street. Drug dealers and unhoused beggars permeated the routes I walked. NYU saw a rash of suicides my first semester. The friend I made on week two, I visited in the hospital on week eight — she’d had a broken bottle dragged across her face when walking home from a midnight viewing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

I didn’t turn into a vigilante — I just transferred to CU Boulder. But I saw firsthand the way the city required you to build emotional armor for yourself, just to get through the days. It wasn’t hard to see the real tragedies that drove the fictional ones in West Side Story, “The Whimper of Whipped Dogs”, and Watchmen.

Rorschach, unlike the Davidstown sailor, doesn’t realize that he is a horror and exile himself to live amongst other horrors. He grows up surrounded by horrors. Real heroism would consist of not becoming a horror himself. As tenaciously as he clings to his world of pure black and white, the question of whether he achieves that heroism remains shrouded in grey.

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A portrait in profile of Friedrich Nietzsche

The Watchmen Bestiary 41 – Gazing Into Abysses

Those who do not spoil themselves by reading Watchmen will have Watchmen spoiled for them by this post.

Some of these Bestiary entries deal with fairly contained topics — say, a movie, or an opera, or a rock and roll song. Then there are topics like this one. As we step into Chapter 6 of the web annotations, we’re immediately greeted with the source of this chapter’s title quotation and epigraph, which the annotations summarize as: “Nietzsche.”

Nietzsche is a huge topic! Entire books, indeed entire shelves of books, entire careers, have been devoted to exploring the life, philosophies, and works of Friedrich Nietzsche, and although I do my research for each of these entries, I cannot possibly claim to be any kind of authority on such a vast domain of knowledge. So from the very start, I want to be upfront about what I know and what I don’t know. I read three books to prepare for this post:

I also watched my fair share of YouTube videos, read some encyclopedia entries, short essays, and online resources, brushed up on Philosophy 101, and spent a little time lurking on the Nietzsche subreddit. In the process, I’ve become fairly well acquainted with the broad outlines of Nietzsche’s life and the major themes of his work, but I’m certainly no expert. I generally give these posts the tone of a lecture (albeit a fun one, I hope), and this post will be no different, but the nature of this Watchmen project leads me to be a dilettante on its subjects, and I’m really a dilettante on this one. I just felt like I should make that very clear at the outset.

With that disclaimer out of the way, let’s start with the broad outlines of Nietzsche’s life, and look at how his works and ideas have taken on a life of their own since his death. Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche was born in 1844, the son of a Lutheran pastor. His father’s profession matters, because Nietzsche spent most of his life railing against Christianity, in case that wasn’t clear from Kaufmann labeling him an “Antichrist”. He was a bit of a prodigy, admitted to the prestigious Pforta grammar school as a child, and becoming at age 24 the youngest ever professor of classical philology at the University of Basel. After encountering the works of Arthur Schopenhauer, Nietzsche began incorporating more and more philosophy into his philological lectures.

Unfortunately, he also suffered from ill health starting in early adulthood as well. Just 3 years into his professorship, he took his first leave of absence for health concerns, and in 1879, at 35 years old, he retired on a pension from the university due to sickness. However, the next ten years would find him extraordinarily productive as a writer. He had published various books, lectures, and maxims during his years in academia, but from 1879 to 1889 he produced his greatest works: The Gay Science, Thus Spoke Zarathustra, Beyond Good and Evil, On The Genealogy of Morals, and Twilight of the Idols. In 1889, he suffered a mental collapse, and spent the rest of his life hopelessly insane, dying in 1900. Deborah Hayden and others have argued convincingly that both Nietzsche’s ongoing ill-health and his eventual madness were the result of an early and untreated infection with syphilis.

We call Nietzsche a philosopher, but his work can take forms that don’t exactly feel like philosophical tracts. Thus Spoke Zarathustra is in fact a sort of story, about a prophet who comes down from the mountains (then goes back up, then down again, several times), has various encounters with people (often allegorically framed), and declaims his thoughts through the entire thing. As J. Keeping points out in Watchmen and Philosophy: A Rorschach Test:

Zarathustra resembles an epic poem as much as it does a philosophical treatise. Nietzsche’s contemporaries were used to the dry disseminations of Immanuel Kant and G.W.F. Hegel and had no idea what to think of it… The language is florid and evocative; to many readers, it sounds like the Bible. (pg. 59)

Nietzsche also writes actual poetry, and is drawn to what scholars tend to call “aphorisms” — brief-to-middling discourses that can be angry, funny, rambling, pointed, or any number of other moods and approaches.

These styles, elliptical and sometimes obscure, exaggerated, or self-contradictory, lend themselves to varied interpretations. Add to this the fact that his poetic German offers a wide range of translation options, and that these translations can often differ from each other dramatically, as we’ll see later in this post. These traits would work much to the detriment of understanding Nietzsche after his insanity and death, when his sister took possession of his works and estate.

A portrait-style photo of Nietzsche, circa 1875

Oh, and he sported an absolutely epic moustache.

According to Kaufmann, Elisabeth Förster-Nietzsche took on the German nationalist and antisemitic views of her husband (who committed suicide after the failure of their eugenicist Nueva Germania colony in Paraguay), and edited Nietzsche’s works in accordance with her prejudices. Consequently, Nietzsche came to be identified with what became the Nazi Party, and the Nazis for their part cherry-picked his philosophies to underpin their racist, autocratic, and imperialistic Reich.

Nietzsche, meanwhile, had frequently proclaimed himself an implacable enemy of State power, and a devoted “anti-anti-Semite.” (Kaufmann pg. 44. I’m using the modern styling of antisemite and antisemitism except when quoting sources that use the old styling.) It wasn’t until the 1950s that Kaufmann and other scholars rehabilitated Nietzsche’s image, placing him “in the grand tradition of Western thought” (pg. xxi) and leading the Nietzsche renaissance that allowed him by 1986 to be quoted uncontroversially in a literary comic book.

The Abyss Also Gazes

Which brings us back to Chapter 6 of Watchmen. This issue focuses entirely on Rorschach, framing his biography through interviews with a prison psychologist, along with present-day scenes of the psychologist at home and Rorschach interacting with the other prisoners. The chapter is called “The Abyss Gazes Also”, and ends with this epigraph:

Battle not with monsters, lest ye become a monster,
and if you gaze into the abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

That quote comes from Nietzsche’s Beyond Good And Evil, specifically a section called “Maxims and Interludes”. BG+E as a whole consists of 296 aphorisms (and a little poem at the end), most of which range from a half-page to several pages. However, the aphorisms in the “Maxims” section are much shorter, generally just a sentence or two. In this way, they’re reminiscent of Blake’s “Proverbs of Hell” — a set of pithy thoughts encased in a more discursive work. Similarly, Nietzsche’s desire to transcend binaries with a title like Beyond Good and Evil brings to mind Blake’s joy in the tension of opposites, his desire to marry heaven to hell.

Unlike Blake’s work, though, Nietzsche only comes to us in English through translation, and as I mentioned, those translations can change the meaning of a passage pretty dramatically. This aphorism is a case in point. The translation I read, by R.J. Hollingdale, rendered it as follows:

He who fights with monsters should look to it that he himself does not become a monster. And when you gaze long into an abyss the abyss also gazes into you. (pg. 102)

There’s no doubt that the Watchmen translation is more poetic, with its Biblical “ye” and its Yoda-esque “Battle not”. “The Abyss Gazes Also” is surely a more evocative chapter title than “The Abyss Also Gazes”. And yet, there are significant differences in meaning here that make the more poetic version feel also like more of a disservice to Nietzsche.

Watchmen‘s version exhorts us to “battle not with monsters”, warning of the consequences that the battle could bring. But Nietzsche’s core philosophies involve exercising power and overcoming one’s own limitations — he wants us to battle our monsters! Sure, he has some advice about what to watch out for when doing so, but he would not be on board with the forbidding “battle not”.

Similarly, in the abyss sentence, the “if” of Watchmen‘s translation stands in contrast to the “when” of Hollingdale’s, as well as Hollingdale’s addition of “long”. For the Nietzschean, it is not a matter of whether we gaze into the abyss — it cannot be avoided forever. Eventually, we all find ourselves gazing into it, and when that gaze lingers, the darkness we see there touches the darkness in ourselves.

What is that abyss? Like many things in Nietzsche, it’s open to interpretation. For Malcolm Long, the abyss seems to be Rorschach himself. Long’s story provides the most straightforward context for this chapter’s epigraph, as he seems both to battle Rorschach as a monster, and to gaze into him as an abyss. That abyss gazes back, as the chapter explicitly calls out. On the very first page, Long writes about Rorschach, “I could stare at him for hours… except that he stares back, which I find uncomfortable.” And again, at the top of page two: “I just wish he wouldn’t stare at me like that,” just above the chapter title, bold black capital letters on a white background.

Watchmen chapter 6, page 2, panel 1. Long and Rorschach sit opposite each other, with the caption "I just wish he wouldn't stare at me like that." Below is the chapter title: The Abyss Gazes Also

“No problem is beyond the grasp of a good psychoanalyst,” Long writes to himself in his notes, and thus he sets himself in opposition to Rorschach. He sees Rorschach as the monster that has taken over the innocent Walter, and he hopes to banish the former, thereby saving the latter. Naturally, he opposes Rorschach’s self-identification, insisting on calling him Walter, a name that Rorschach might call his deadname, were such modern parlance available to him.

That dichotomy plays out throughout the chapter. Gloria says “Rorschach,” and Malcolm corrects her: “Not Rorschach. Walter Kovacs. Rorschach’s an unhealthy fantasy personality.” Rorschach himself battles back against the deadnaming: “You keep calling me Walter. I don’t like you.” And indeed, as Long learns more about Rorschach’s life, and about Rorschach’s behavior in the prison, the distinction between Walter and Rorschach becomes no longer quite so, well, black and white. In writing about the cooking fat attack, he catches himself: “He’s getting worse. So am I. Just read back what I’ve written above. The sixth line down should read, ‘Kovacs spoke to the other inmates.’ Kovacs. Not Rorschach.” We also see his diction start to slip just a little — “Just read back” rather than “I just read back” — edging slightly into Rorschach’s own terse, clipped mode of speech.

Long’s slippage continues the next day: “Alright, Ror… Alright, Walter…”, and moments later Rorschach himself acknowledges that at one point in his history, the distinction wasn’t so clear for him either, that he was “Kovacs pretending to be Rorschach.” He speaks of Kovacs in the past tense: “All Kovacs ever was: man in a costume.” And Malcolm comes to see it the same way, writing of “what turned him into Rorschach.” The next day, Long’s resistance has faded. “Hello, Rorschach,” he says. During their session that day, Rorschach makes explicit the moment of his own metamorphosis: “It was Kovacs who said ‘Mother’ then, muffled under latex. It was Kovacs who closed his eyes. It was Rorschach who opened them again.”

Rorschach’s story devastates Long, and in Long’s notes from that night, he sounds more Rorschach-like than ever: “Ignored him. Bought paper.” He looks at the blots and, like Rorschach, sees gore. Then that gore slips into emptiness. Malcolm Long has been transformed.

Has he, though, become a monster? He’s certainly become more like Rorschach, and not just in his mode of writing. In Chapter 11, he heads towards Joey and Aline’s fight. His words to Gloria — “It’s the world… I can’t run from it” — echo what Rorschach tells him in Chapter 6: “We do not do this thing because it is permitted. We do it because we have to. We do it because we are compelled.”

The question, then, turns on whether Rorschach himself is a monster, and this chapter gives us plenty of material to consider on that point. I would argue that while the Malcolm Long reading of the epigraph is the most easily available, Nietzsche’s words apply as much or more to Rorschach himself, because this chapter is as much about Rorschach’s transformation as Long’s.

In his childhood flashbacks, we see the experiences that guided Walter Kovacs’s decision to battle with what he saw as monsters: his teenaged bullies, “scum” like the murderer of Kitty Genovese, organized crime bosses. He battled those monsters, but he did not become them. From the perspective of later Rorschach, that version of the battle was “naive” and “soft”. However, even in these early days there is an exception: when he stabs the bully’s eye with a lit cigarette, he has escalated well beyond anything that was being done to him, though there were certainly threats in the air at that moment that could have turned into more.

Watchmen chapter 6, page 7, panels 4 and 5. Young Kovacs stabs a bully in the eye with a lit cigarette, then leaps on another.

That moment of fiery wrath foreshadows the inferno that will consume Gerald Grice. Here is the ultimate monster with whom Kovacs does battle in this chapter, and here is where he becomes Rorschach. Kovacs has promised Blaire Roche’s parents that he will return her unharmed, but when he sees (what he believes to be) her bones chewed by dogs, that promise cannot be kept, and that impossibility is so intolerable that Kovacs himself must be banished, replaced by Rorschach. Rorschach, who believes that there is good, and there is evil, and evil must be punished, sets about to punish the evil that he has witnessed here, first by murdering the dogs, and then by giving Grice the grisly choice of dying in a fire or sawing his own arm off.

His story ends with a long gaze into flames and the darkness he feels all about him — the “dark planet” beneath him, the “cold suffocating dark” of the sky. The abyss. In doing so, he describes the feeling of that abyss staring back: “The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them.” From that moment, he saw the world as morally blank, and himself as the agent who could mark it. Walter Kovacs had been transformed.

Thus Malcolm Long in this issue really gazes into two abysses: the abyss that is Rorschach, and the abyss that made Rorschach. Similarly, while he may see Rorschach as his monster to battle, he is finally made to see the monsters Rorschach himself has battled — mother, bullies, crime, indifference, horrific murder.

But none of this answers the earlier question: have they become monsters themselves? It’s not an easy question to answer. Long is changed, but he does not create a costume, adopt a new identity, and fight crime. He does not invent another personality to repair his fundamental failure. Kovacs is changed, and he is now capable of horrific murder himself, as well as brutal bullying, such as breaking men’s fingers in sleazy bars. Yet in other places, we see him adjusting his crusade so as not to hurt a child (when confronting his landlady), or fervently grasping Dan’s hand despite his assertion that it was Kovacs who had friends.

The question of whether we can apply the label of “monster” brings us to concepts of moral valuation, concepts that were very important to Nietzsche. It is also an enormous domain, one whose exploration could spawn a huge project of its own. I’m not going to attempt to put Long or Rorschach on trial against Nietzsche’s — or anyone’s — tables of moral values, if those tables could even be clearly defined. There is, however, a central concept by which Nietzsche tries to unite the values of varying cultures, and I’ll return to it later as a part of outlining Nietzsche’s most important precepts and how they relate to Watchmen overall.

Before that, though, there is one specific value I’d like to interrogate a little further: the value of truth. In Philosophy 101, Peter Gibson asserts: “Truth is at the center of human life, and at the center of philosophy… Truth may even be the supreme value of philosophy.” (pg. 24) From there, however, he goes on to detail some of the objections to this centrality, and mentions that Nietzsche “challenged the reverential aura around truth.” (pg. 27) And so he did, as in this excerpt from the very first aphorism of Beyond Good and Evil:

Granted we want truth: why not rather untruth? And uncertainty? Even ignorance? — The problem of the value of truth stepped before us — or was it we who stepped before this problem? Which of us is Oedipus here? Which of us sphinx?

Long seeks the truth about how Rorschach formed his identity, and the process of discovering that truth changes him so profoundly that his marriage falls apart. The man who once proclaimed, “I’m too fat and contented for anything to ruin my disposition,” finds himself sitting alone in a darkened bedroom, deep in an existential crisis. He’s far less contented, knowing Rorschach’s truth. Might he be better off in uncertainty, or ignorance, still believing himself very good with people?

Similarly, Rorschach himself militantly asserts truth as an unqualified good, even in the face of armageddon. Knowing of Ozymandias’s vast trick, “evil must be punished” means to him that “people must be told.” This purist stance is completely consistent with his character, but as we see in the other characters, its value assertion is subject to question. Why not rather untruth in this situation? For Rorschach, truth is good and good is truth, and that tautology is all he needs. As readers steeped in the Western tradition against which Nietzsche rails, we might be inclined to agree. But Ozymandias has everyone else convinced of a different morality, in which ignorance (at the mass scale) is in fact a greater good than truth.

Watchmen, chapter 12, page 23, panel 5. Rorschach, with Dr. Manhattan behind him, saying "Back to owlship. Back to America. Evil must be punished. People must be told."

Veidt’s untruth creates the possibility of peace in a world that seemed on the edge of self-destruction. But that untruth also called for millions of sacrifices — is there any justice in their deaths serving a lie? In Ozymandias’s eyes, if the lie were unraveled, those deaths would be in vain, and billions more would likely die. Does that belief really justify falsehood? It’s a rich set of questions. In Watchmen and Philosophy, Alex Nuttall uses it to explore utilitarianism and Kant’s categorical imperative. For our purposes, we can call it the first resonance of Nietzsche and Watchmen beyond the words of the Chapter 6 epigraph. There are many more.

The Table of Overcomings

There’s a world of Nietzsche beyond the monsters and abysses aphorism, and his views have so permeated modern consciousness that any given 20th century work of literature is likely to have echoes of them. Let’s take a look at some of his most important concepts, and how Watchmen reflects and refracts them.

“God is dead”

If there is one phrase associated in the popular imagination with Nietzsche, this would have to be it. The idea appears first in 1882’s The Gay Science, framed in an aphorism about a madman who cries “I seek God! I seek God!”, and then turns on his bemused onlookers, saying, “We have killed him — you and I.” (Kaufmann pg. 96-97) The notion reappears quite early in Thus Spoke Zarathustra, when Zarathustra encounters an old, saintly hermit in the forest, who continuously praises God. Zarathustra later muses to himself, “Could it be possible? This old saint has not yet heard in his forest that God is dead!” (pg. 41)

Rorschach shares the same revelation in his climactic story: “Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever, and we are alone.” The transformed Malcolm, staring at an ink blot in the dark, agrees: “We are alone. There is nothing else.” In this way, perhaps Rorschach functions as a kind of Zarathustra to Malcolm, a mysterious and powerful teacher whose lesson bends the mind into seeing the darkness and emptiness around it.

And yet! In the Watchmen universe, the God may be absent but a god is very much present in the form of Dr. Manhattan. With his seeming omnipotence, and near omniscience, Dr. Manhattan represents a version of divinity alive and incarnate on earth, but missing both the benevolence and the vengefulness of the traditional Jehovah, and therefore perhaps more terrifying than the notion of a dead God ever was. What would Zarathustra make of this ultra-powerful being? He probably wouldn’t recognize him as God, or even a god, but might see in him the apotheosis he seeks: the Superman.

Übermensch

Early in Thus Spoke Zarathustra, the prophet comes down from his mountains for the first time, and speaks to the people of the nearest town:

I teach you the Superman. Man is something that should be overcome. What have you done to overcome him? (pg. 41)

TSZ is a book that loves its recurring refrains, and “I teach you the Superman” becomes one of them, in this section and future sections. Nietzsche is, of course, using a German word — Übermensch — which Hollingdale translates as “Superman“, Kaufmann prefers as “Overman“, and Keeping just leaves untranslated. For my part, I’m sticking with “Superman” because it feels closest in tone to the subjects of this post. (I’m also noting, but not engaging with, the oppressive gender assumptions that underpin this and a whole lot more of Nietzsche’s work.) For Zarathustra, who is more or less a stand-in for Nietzsche, the Superman concept is inextricably tied up with the death of God.

A parody cover of Superman, with the word Ubermensch instead of Superman, and Nietzsche tearing open his shirt to reveal a "U" logo in the style of Superman's "S".

It’s hard to overstate how profound an impact Darwin’s theory of evolution had upon Western thought. For centuries upon centuries, the veracity of Christian scripture was largely unchallenged, and the bulk of social and political structures were formed around that set of beliefs. That authority started eroding midway through the 1600s, and scientific inquiry and scientific thinking reached a peak with Darwin’s theory that fundamentally threatened the notion that humans were created by God, and in turn, threatened religious belief overall. Thus it was that On The Origin of Species was published in 1859, and a mere 23 years later we find Nietzsche proclaiming the death of God.

But in the absence of a divine overseer, what guides us? For Nietzsche (via Zarathustra), the very idea of evolution points towards the answer, as in the passage immediately following the previous quote:

All creatures hitherto have created something beyond themselves: and do you want to be the ebb of this great tide, and return to the animals rather than overcome man?
What is the ape to men? A laughing-stock or a painful embarrassment. And just so shall man be to the Superman: a laughing-stock or a painful embarrassment.
[…]
Behold, I teach you the Superman.
The Superman is the meaning of the earth. Let your will say: The Superman shall be the meaning of the earth!

If evolution has taken us this far, far enough to recognize the falsehood of our long-preferred explanation for ourselves, we are free to become the very creator whom we always believed was external to us. In overcoming our weaknesses, becoming the ultimate version of ourselves (or in Nietzsche’s framing, “becoming who we are” [Kaufmann pg. 159]), we may take evolution into our own hands, and learn to be as superior to humans as humans are to apes. On an earth rendered meaningless by the death of God, human beings can become the architects of their own meaning.

We can read the superhero genre as an extended meditation on this concept, starting with Siegel and Schuster’s Superman himself. Here is a being that is indeed far superior to humans, but in the end, Superman/Kent is an alien — he is among humans, but not of them. He does not represent an overcoming. The next major hero to come along, Batman, is much closer. Bruce Wayne, driven by childhood trauma, perfects himself physically and uses the enormous economic and intellectual power he already possesses to craft technologies that elevate him above the rest of humanity.

These archetypes repeat over and over through the genre — Thor and Iron Man are a couple of Marvel examples — and they cover most of Watchmen as well. Most of the costumed characters in the book are in the Batman mold, Nite Owl II most of all. Through various combinations of technology and training, they have elevated themselves above what Nietzsche would call “the herd”, attempting to create something beyond themselves, to become who they are. (Or, in Laurie’s case, who her mother wants her to be.) Doctor Manhattan, on the other hand, has become fundamentally something other than human — a Superman, an Overman, an Übermensch, and a creator of sorts, but one who is not the architect of his own destiny, trapped instead in a single jewel of time.

The Eternal Recurrence

Zarathustra has an abyss of his own. In a chapter called “The Convalescent”, he springs out of bed, crying:

I, Zarathustra, the advocate of life, the advocate of suffering, the advocate of the circle — I call you, my most abysmal thought!
Ah! you are coming — I hear you! My abyss speaks, I have turned my ultimate depth into the light! (pg. 233)

What is this abyss? It is his disgust with the triviality of humanity — “Alas, that his wickedest is so very small! Alas, that his best is so very small!” (pg. 235) — combined with this knowledge, spoken by his abysmal thought: “The man of whom you are weary, the little man, recurs eternally… Alas, man recurs eternally! The little man recurs eternally!” (pg. 236)

Drawing of a snake swallowing its tail, forming a circle

One of Zarathustra’s animals is the snake, seen here in ouroboros form symbolizing eternal recurrence.

Upon hearing his outpouring, the animals he lives with reply to him. (Yeah, he lives with talking animals.) They say:

Sing and bubble over, O Zarathustra, heal your soul with new songs, so that you may bear your great destiny, that was never yet the destiny of any man!
For your animals well know, O Zarathustra, who you are and must become: behold, you are the teacher of the eternal recurrence, that is now your destiny!…
Behold, we know what you teach: that all things recur eternally, and we ourselves with them, and that we have already existed an infinite number of times before and all things with us.

If you’ve been reading this Bestiary series for a while, that refrain ought to sound awfully familiar. For one thing, this stance outside of time, treating it as an object, evokes both Doctor Manhattan’s point of view and the reader’s. For another, this specific idea of eternalism has become, well, a recurring fascination for Alan Moore, reaching its quintessential expression in his novel Jerusalem. There, and elsewhere, he talks of time as a “glass football” — big bang at one end, big crunch at another. In between exists all time in one great “hypermoment”, only ordered into linearity by our conscious minds.

Alma Warren, Moore’s self-insertion character in Jerusalem, does not experience this concept as an abysmal thought. Instead, she is greatly relieved by the notion that “…every miserable wretch is one of the immortals. Every clearance area is the eternal golden city.” (pg. 1262) Nietzsche’s self-insertion character Zarathustra, too, eventually finds ecstasy in eternalism. In the section titled “The Seven Seals”, each aphorism ends with, “Oh how should I not lust for eternity and for the wedding ring of rings — the Ring of Recurrence! […] For I love you, O Eternity!” (pg. 244-247)

For Nietzsche, the idea of eternal recurrence seems to be a sort of thought experiment — how would you live your life if you knew that you’d re-experience your every action, over and over again for eternity? If your actions are small and worth little, this might be a horrifying thought. If your actions are grand, if you are constantly in the process of becoming more and more a Superman, such repetition might be amazing. For Moore, the glass football seems to be pretty much what he views as the actual truth of the universe. Both of them, though, come to embrace a block universe absent of free will, ruled over by fate.

Amor fati

Nietzsche frequently reiterated that amor fati — the love of fate — was his “inmost nature”, and central to his philosophy. He idealizes this stance in his final book, Ecce Homo:

My formula for the greatness of a human being is amor fati: that one wants nothing to be different, not forward, not backward, not in all eternity. (quoted in Kaufmann, pg. 243)

Kaufmann, in explaining how this greatness implies an affirmation of the present moment that extends beyond the present, frames our current moment as a point in an infinitely complex web:

That I am here, now, doing this — that depends on an awe-inspiring series of antecedent events, on millions of seemingly accidental moves and decisions, both by myself and many others whose moves and decisions in turn depended on yet other people. And our very existence, our being as we are, required that our parents had to choose each other, not anyone else, and beget us at the precise moment when we were actually begotten; and the same consideration applies to their parents, and to all our ancestors, going back indefinitely. (pg. 282)

He was very likely not on the surface of Mars when he wrote that, but he sounds an awful lot like someone who is:

Watchmen chapter 9, pages 26 and 27, Dr. Manhattan's speech. "Thermodynamic miracles... events with odds against so astronomical that they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing. And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter... until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold... that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermodynamic miracle."

This speech was Jon’s explanation to Laurie of why her life isn’t meaningless, and in fact, Laurie finds her own amor fati by the end of the book. Whereas on Mars she despairs that her life is a big, stupid, meaningless joke, by the time she visits Sally in Florida, she no longer wants anything to be different:

People’s lives take them strange places. They do strange things, and… well, sometimes they can’t talk about them. I know how that is. I love you, Mom. You never did anything wrong by me.

She also embraces the legacy of both her parents. Adventuring in costume is now something she wants to do, not something forced upon her. And she wants to do it in leather armor and a mask, with a gun, just like The Comedian. She is becoming herself at last, overcoming her nihilistic and frightened thoughts, choosing power.

Self-Overcoming and the Will To Power

As I mentioned above, concepts of moral valuation were very important to Nietzsche. Through his philological studies, he found that different cultures asserted different moral codes, and that in fact unique moral codes are part of what defines a separate culture and prevents it from being subsumed by others. And yet, as a philosopher, he sought a unifying theory that successfully places all these codes under a single rubric. As he so often did, he put the results into Zarathustra’s mouth:

No people could live without evaluating; but if it wishes to maintain itself it must not evaluate as its neighbor evaluates.
Much that seemed good to one people seemed shame and disgrace to another: thus I found. I found much that was called evil in one place was in another decked with purple honours.
One neighbour never understood another: his soul was always amazed at his neighbour’s madness and wickedness.
A table of values hangs over every people. Behold, it is the table of overcomings; behold, it is the voice of its will to power.
What it accounts hard it calls praiseworthy; what it accounts indispensable and hard it calls good; and that which relieves the greatest need, the rare, the hardest of all — it glorifies as holy. (pg. 84)

Kaufmann calls this “nothing less than a generic definition of morality, an attempt to crystallize the common essence of all moral codes.” (pg. 211) For Nietzsche, the concept of will to power — the constant strengthening of humans by overcoming each other, their environment, and most importantly themselves — was a crucial counterpart to the other aspects of his philosophy. If God is dead, we can only become our own creators by exercising the will to power necessary to attain the level of the Superman. If we recur eternally, it is imperative that what repeats is our constant improvement through self-overcoming, embracing our circumstances in order to transcend them.

Because of its very encompassing nature, will to power is inevitably at work in almost any story, and Watchmen is no different. Chapter 6 plays out as a long power struggle between Long and Rorschach, each trying to overcome the other. In the end, it is Rorschach who prevails, and how does he do so? By telling the story of how Rorschach overcame Walter, triumphing over his squalid origins by exerting the power of his own moral code. By scrawling his own design on the world.

Laurie and Dan will themselves to power as well, stepping back into their costumed identities to change the world, both before and after New York’s apocalypse. Even Doctor Manhattan, who frequently seems to be all power and no will, has moments of self-overcoming — his epiphany about thermodynamic miracles, or his decision to create life rather than just observing it or being tangled in it.

But the ultimate expression of will to power in Watchmen is surely Ozymandias, and it goes back to his origin. I don’t just mean the character’s life story, though that plainly is an example of self-overcoming as well, at least in Veidt’s own telling. I mean the character’s origin as an adaptation of Peter Cannon, Thunderbolt. Peter Cannon’s stories, indeed his superpower, revolved around his willpower — it’s through his strength of will that he unlocks the potential of his brain and body. Ozymandias, too, has continually overcome his own limitations, honing himself physically and mentally while reaping the economic benefits of selling that selfsame concept to the masses.

The debut issue cover of Peter Cannon... Thunderbolt.

Under this moral umbrella, the question of who is and isn’t a monster appears in a different light. Just as one neighbor is always amazed at the other’s madness and wickedness, so too do the different characters in Watchmen alienate each other with their own versions of self-overcoming. Long sees Rorschach as a monster until he sees what Rorschach has overcome, and begins the journey of overcoming himself in the same way, a journey we see expressed in his last moments on Earth. Has he become a monster? It depends on where you stand. What has happened, though, is that he has found his will to power.

The plot of Watchmen revolves around a grand exercise of Adrian Veidt’s will to power, and it asks the question: is that exercise monstrous? Each character has a different answer, but the world cannot answer, because at least as of the end of the book, the truth behind that power is cloaked. Disguised. Masked.

Masks

Aphorism 69 of Beyond Good and Evil begins, “Everything profound loves the mask”. Nietzsche’s point in this aphorism seems to be that the most “fragile and valuable” parts of ourselves require the protection of a thorough disguise, and that in fact our most delicate truths and extravagant loves cannot help but constantly grow masks, due to the world’s ongoing misinterpretation of our greatest thoughts, words, and actions.

Unlike the death of God, the Superman, the eternal recurrence, or the will to power, the mask motif is not central to Nietzsche’s thought, but it comes up several times in BG+E, and certainly seems quite relevant to the themes of Watchmen. Aphorism 223 expands the metaphor to include costumes, framing European culture as a series of affectations — “romantic or classical or Christian or Florentine or baroque or ‘national'” (pg. 152) — all of which fail to fit and must be discarded. He suggests for a moment that this may be a sort of evolution, but lands finally on the notion that nineteenth century European culture has become at last a comedy:

Perhaps it is precisely here that we are discovering the realm of our invention, that realm where we too can still be original, perhaps as parodists of world history and God’s buffoons — perhaps, even if nothing else of today has a future, precisely our laughter may still have a future!

This is the realm of invention belonging to The Comedian, isn’t it? As the character with the clearest sight in Watchmen, he has discarded the ill-fitting personas of crimefighter, savior, and legendary being. Instead, in Rorschach’s words, “He saw the true face of the twentieth century and chose to become a reflection, a parody of it,” and he did so precisely because of his belief that nothing of his day had a future. But is there anything profound hidden behind that mask, or is it just another abyss?

Aphorism 270 argues that suffering is what necessitates the mask, and that the more one knows, the more one suffers, and thus the more one requires a disguise to shield that suffering from an ignorant world: “sometimes folly itself is the mask for an unhappy, all too certain knowledge.” Rorschach certainly believes that this portrait describes The Comedian: “No one else saw the joke. That’s why he was lonely.” As readers, though, we don’t see The Comedian suffering due to his superior understanding of modernity. Instead, his anguish comes from having gazed long into the abyss of Adrian Veidt’s world-saving plan. It is an unhappy, all too certain knowledge, but it is what breaks Blake’s mask of folly rather than creating it.

Perhaps Rorschach may have been projecting onto Blake, because we certainly see in Chapter 6 that he has endured great suffering himself. Nietzsche claims in this aphorism that “profound suffering ennobles; it separates”, and that “there are free insolent spirits who would like to conceal and deny that they are broken, proud, incurable hearts”. Rorschach has suffered profoundly, but it’s hard to make the case that it has ennobled him — he hovers instead between monster and abyss. But looking at his tear-streaked face at the end of Chapter 12, echoing that same face in childhood having been brought to tears by his mother’s blows, it’s not hard to see him as a broken, proud, incurable heart.

Juxtaposed panels from Watchmen of Rorschach crying -- first as a child and later facing Dr. Manhattan

The Poets Lie Too Much

That poignant image, of a helpless Rorschach superimposed upon a helpless Kovacs, may lead us to question what “will to power” even means for this character. Free as he may have felt to scrawl his own design upon the world, Rorschach eventually reaches the limits of his capability when confronted by a true Superman. Yet it’s worth remembering that for Nietzsche, will to power didn’t simply mean always getting one’s own way. Instead, what he emphasized about it was its evolutionary character, combined with the unique human ability to reflect and decide upon one’s actions. Kaufmann puts it thus:

Nature is not perfectly rational and does not efficiently fulfill her own longing for perfection. Recognizing this, Nietzsche speaks of the will to power; but he leaves no doubt that this drive is an Eros and can be fulfilled only through self-perfection. (pg. 256)

This Eros, for Nietzsche, derives all its power from human creativity, and the self-overcoming for which he strives is a profoundly creative, generative, artistic expression. It doesn’t matter that Rorschach can’t rule the universe. What matters is that he has taken the wretched raw materials of his past and applied his imagination to them, creating for himself a new version, one which looks on the last one as a laughing-stock or a painful embarrassment.

And yet, I don’t think Nietzsche or Zarathustra would gaze upon Rorschach and proclaim him a Superman. Yes, he has overcome himself, but he has done so by embracing an absolutely Manichean worldview, insisting that there is good and there is evil, with no shades of grey. But Nietzsche, as his title keeps reminding us, wants to move beyond good and evil. In aphorism 56 of that book, he refers to the “spell and illusion of morality” and pronounces it “world-denying”.

Against this, he sets “the ideal of the most exuberant, most living and most world-affirming man”, whose joyous amor fati embraces everything that is and was, and wants it to recur eternally. In my view, this stance is not relativism. It’s not nihilist, it’s not passive, and it’s not even amoral.

Look, there is obviously a tension between the idea of amor fati and eternal recurrence on the one side, and will to power reaching towards the Superman on the other side. We might want to ask Nietzsche to make up his mind here — should we embrace everything (including ourselves) just as it is, recurring over and over, or should we strive to overcome ourselves and reach towards Superhumanity? I think the key to this seeming paradox is in the idea of being world-affirming and life-affirming.

For Nietzsche, the truest and best manifestations of will to power are not about prevention, but about production. They create rather than destroy, begin rather than halt. This is what’s so ironic about his philosophies being adopted by the Nazis, who sought to wipe out entire categories of humanity and to impose by totalitarian force a single will upon the world. The world-affirming, life-affirming man idealized by Nietzsche does not try to make the world over in his own image — he tries to make himself over in the image of what he loves the most, purging his weaknesses in the process. To again invoke a modern phrase, he tries to become his “best self”. In doing so, he asserts values that may indeed transform the world, but that transformation is simply a side-effect of the essential act of self-perfection.

Thus it is that Kaufmann calls Nietzsche’s philosophy “a sustained celebration of creativity — and all genuine creation is, as we have tried to show, a creation of new values and norms.” (pg. 414) By these lights, the reinvention and/or extension of one’s own identity into a super-heroic alter ego may be seen as fundamentally an act of extravagant creativity, allied with an event of self-overcoming, a combination which brings one close to Nietzsche’s idealized Superman. However, as we see with Rorschach and the other Watchmen characters, that self-creation may ultimately be limited by all-too-human desires: revenge, money, sex, and above all an attachment to simplistic, straightforward solutions and moral codes. The spirit of Nietzsche would not necessarily celebrate these creations as the type of overcomings he seeks.

Watchmen chapter 9, page 12, panels 5 and 6. Thirteen-year-old Laurie reacts with horror at seeing Byron's mental deterioration, saying "Jesus, is that what I'm training for? What I got to look forward to?"

I wonder, though, if he might celebrate the creativity of Watchmen in its entirety? The “Of Poets” section of Thus Spoke Zarathustra deals with creation and creativity itself, and Zarathustra implicates himself within it, speaking to a disciple:

“Yet what did Zarathustra once say to you? That the poets lie too much? — But Zarathustra too is a poet.
Do you now believe that he spoke the truth? Why do you believe it?”
The disciple answered: “I believe in Zarathustra.” But Zarathustra shook his head and smiled.
Belief does not make me blessed (he said), least of all belief in myself.
But granted that someone has said in all seriousness that the poets lie too much: he is right — we do lie too much.
We know too little and are bad learners: so we have to lie. (pg. 149)

As J. Keeping noted, TSZ reads like an epic poem, with Nietzsche as the poet and Zarathustra himself speaking through most of it in poetic cadences. From within that work, Zarathustra asserts that the poets lie too much, and includes himself in that judgment. Of course, Zarathustra is simply the voice of the actual poet, Nietzsche — in fact the “Z” of Zarathustra is just a rotated “N”. Thus Nietzsche, from within his own story, confronts the limits of storytelling.

Watchmen, too, can be read as a meditation on fiction, what it can and cannot do to change reality. We’ve looked at how each character’s superheroic alter ego is a kind of creative fiction, meant to change themselves and make them more capable of changing the world. Each character discovers the limits of those changes as the story progresses, often finding that they know too little and are bad learners.

There are also actual writers within the book, such as Doug Roth from Nova Express and Hector Godfrey of the New Frontiersman. Each of these men works to advance a point of view through their own versions of journalism, and neither is aware of the larger forces directing and circumscribing their efforts. Closer to a poet is Max Shea, the comic book writer whose Black Freighter work echoes the themes of Watchmen‘s plot, and who in working for Veidt finds himself authoring a much more real tale than he understands. Hira Manish is in the same boat, as it were, her paintings and designs stretching from the canvas to actual, biological creation.

None of these creators understand that they are being treated as characters and story beats by the grandest author within Watchmen: Ozymandias. Veidt’s apocalypse, as I’ve written before, operates as an act of authorship within the story, an attempt to rewrite reality into a form he could tolerate. And yet, as we see on the final page, a competing narrative looms on the horizon, and if it rushes into the space vacated by Hector Godfrey’s column, it may twist the world’s plot once more.

All of those possibilities swirl within the world created by Watchmen, which of course is an act of authorship itself, with Moore as its Shea and Gibbons/Higgins as its Manish. I can see Watchmen‘s creation as an expression of will to power within comics, looking on its predecessors as laughing-stocks or painful embarrassments. And yet, just like the creations within it, Watchmen itself has had its share of unintended consequences, from helping to usher in the Dark Age of Comics to the fact that its ongoing popularity exploded the contractual assumption that Moore expected would return his characters to him.

There’s also the fact that Moore claimed that he was hoping Watchmen would “scare a little bit so that people would just stop and think about their country and their politics”, but much like Elvis Costello’s attempts to unseat Thatcher, Watchmen didn’t exactly halt the Cold War. Was Watchmen itself, like Veidt’s hoax, a grand yet likely futile attempt to get humanity to recognize itself? Perhaps.

What seems beyond dispute is that Watchmen created new values and norms for the comics medium, and that they continue to resonate today. Just as DC continuity can be split into “pre-Crisis” and “post-Crisis“, so can superhero comics themselves divide into pre-Watchmen and post-Watchmen. That impact was the result of a will to power among its authors, and made it into an elevated version of the Superhero comic, a sort of Überbuch. We have gazed long into it (certainly I have!), and in turn, it has shown us things in the genre and ourselves that we would not have known without it.

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Detail from Chris Moore's cover painting for The Stars My Destination

The Watchmen Bestiary 40 – Expectations and Destinations

Spoilery essays are my game
I spoil without cessation
Watchmen and Moore, and Bester for sure
For this post’s entire duration

SPOILERS AHEAD for Watchmen and for many works of Alfred Bester, particularly The Stars My Destination. I also spoil the overall arc of The Count of Monte Cristo.

Sometimes I swear these web annotations are just free-associating. Take this comment, about the “Here be tygers” panel I discussed in the first Blake post:

Given Moore’s allusions-within-allusions, I wonder if the Rorschach=Tyger material is also a back-door reference to Alfred Bester’s Tyger, Tyger!, a.k.a The Stars My Destination, with its terribly flawed protagonist Gully Foyle and the telepathically ignited super-explosive pYre. Foyle also has time-and-space teleportational adventures like Dr. Manhattan.

I’m not sure what’s meant by “allusions-within-allusions”, unless we’re talking about an allusion to something that itself is an allusion to something else. If that’s the case, I think the annotator has it backwards. If Moore had referenced the Bester book in Watchmen, then we could see Blake inside that reference, given that the UK title of The Stars My Destination was Tiger! Tiger! (with an “i”, not a “y”), and it uses Blake’s “The Tyger” as an epigraph for its first section. Instead, I think there’s no encapsulation — both works just reference Blake, like a whole bunch of other works do.

However, the entire premise of this project is that Watchmen exists in a complex intertextual web, enabled by Moore and Gibbons’s considerable cultural erudition, allowing this comic book superhero story to touch Greek myth, The Bible, ancient Rome, rock and roll songs, and all sorts of points in between. The free-associating annotations have led us down some blind alleys before, and even those trips found something worthwhile, so there’s likely plenty of value in checking out the connections between Bester and Watchmen whether or not Moore was aware of The Stars My Destination.

Lucky for us, this is one awareness we don’t have to guess at, because it turns out that Moore directly referenced the novel in an earlier work. Starting in 1980, Moore (under the pen name “Curt Vile”) wrote and drew a comic series for Sounds, a UK music weekly, and the name of that comic was The Stars My Degradation. Lest we think this was just a silly riff on something he’d seen on a bookshelf, Moore includes an element in every strip to let us know he’s a little more familiar with the book than that.

See, at the beginning of Bester’s novel, our protagonist (the aforementioned Gully Foyle) finds himself stranded in the destroyed spaceship Nomad, barely eking out an existence for one hundred seventy days and counting. In this state, “occasionally his raveling mind leaped backward thirty years to his childhood and remembered a nursery jingle:”

Gully Foyle is my name
And Terra is my nation.
Deep space is my dwelling place
And death’s my destination

(The Stars My Destination, pg. 11)

This variation on an identifying book rhyme recurs like a leitmotif through the story, and you will probably not be surprised to learn that by the end, it finishes with “the stars my destination.” Moore’s work, on the other hand, carries the following rhyme in its weekly title masthead:

Dempster Dingbunger is my name
Sputwang is my nation
The depths of space gob in my face
The stars my degradation

A vertical masthead from Moore's comic "The Stars My Degradation", featuring the book rhyme.

So, yeah, the tone here is very different — intentionally zany and a little gross. The comic strip doesn’t really pertain much to Bester’s work or to Moore’s subsequent career, but at least it establishes that Moore would definitely have been familiar with TSMD by the time he was writing Watchmen.

Inoculation Via Fixation

With that connection firmly established, let’s move on to examining The Stars My Destination, in search of lights to shine on Watchmen. We know that Gully Foyle starts the book stranded in the Nomad, struggling to stay alive, so what happens next?

A ship appears! It’s the Vorga, seemingly ready to save Foyle’s life, and he sends up distress flares that the ship can’t miss, but despite his obvious need for rescue, the Vorga sails on by. He is abandoned once more. At this point, Foyle’s desperate drive to survive becomes a burning need for revenge, which consumes him so completely that he becomes capable of amazing feats in pursuit of that goal.

He rescues himself from the shattered starship. He escapes an asteroid colony of bizarre primitives, but not before they tattoo his face in a tiger pattern (hence the UK title and epigraph.) He makes his way back to Earth and gathers resources to find the ship in its dock and attempt to destroy it. The attempt fails and he is captured, but his captors also fail in their attempts at interrogation. They are interested in finding the Nomad, but no method of questioning can pierce Gully’s monomania — he exists only to destroy the Vorga.

So he is sent to a deep underground prison in France, called the Gouffre Martel. The French connection is apropos, because here the novel moves into a long riff on The Count of Monte Cristo. Like Edmond Dantès, Foyle finds a friend in prison, who educates him and helps him to escape. Like Dantès, Foyle becomes impossibly wealthy, and uses this wealth to assume a different identity, carrying out elaborate plans for revenge upon those who wronged him. In doing so, he evolves from a dangerous brute into an even more dangerous trickster.

Foyle’s story up to this point resonates strongly with two Watchmen characters: Rorschach and Ozymandias. Gully the brute, who takes up the first 30% or so of the book, is very much like Rorschach — resourceful and violent — and once he gets tattooed, he also has patterns on his face like Rorschach.

There’s a scene during his interrogation where the questioners have set up an elaborate ruse to make Gully think that his actual identity is that of the uber-wealthy Geoffrey Fourmyle, and that his life as simple spaceman Foyle was an escapist dream. His questioners know, though he doesn’t, that the Nomad had valuable and important cargo, so they want to trick him into revealing its location. “Reconstruct this false memory of yours in detail,” says the questioner, “and I will tear it down.” (pg. 56-57) Foyle wavers for a moment, then catches sight of his reflection in the questioner’s spectacles. The sight of his tiger-patterned face returns him to himself, and he overcomes the false narrative.

Just so, Rorschach finds himself trapped and questioned in prison, called by a name he rejects. He has been stripped of what he considers his face, but Malcolm Long keeps putting Rorschach blots in front of him. Those blots, rather than helping him create a path to the “healthy” identity to which Long wants to lead him, continue to bring him back to himself as Rorschach, because to him, those blots are his face. Just as Foyle sees his stripes in his adversary’s glasses, Rorschach keeps being shown his own reflection.

Watchmen, chapter 6, page 1, panels 1 and 2. The first panel is a close-up of a Rorschach blot, with the caption "From the notes of Dr. Malcolm Long, October 25th, 1985", and a speech bubble from the top of the frame reads, "Okay, now I guess you know what this is..." Panel two is slightly more zoomed out, showing Long's hands at the top of the frame and Kovacs' hands at the bottom. The caption reads "First interview with Kovacs... He's even more disturbed than I'd heard, but I'm optimistic. A success here could make my reputation." The speech bubble, again from the top, reads, "I want you to look at it and tell me what you see."

Foyle eventually gets surgery to conceal the stripes, and his tormentors are worried they won’t be able to recognize him. “We’ve never seen his face…” they say, “only the mask.” (pg. 94) This too is like Rorschach, who considers the mask his real face, and who can move through the city unidentified once he removes it.

The two characters resonate through their external patterning, but their deeper kinship is their shared single-mindedness. As Foyle is tortured, this time with nightmarish images of hell and monsters, he just keeps repeating, “Vorga. Vorga. Vorga.” The book’s omniscient narrator steps back for moment to comment on him, saying, “He had been inoculated by his own fixation. His own nightmare had rendered him immune.” (pg. 54) Rorschach, too, has been branded by his trauma, and it has turned him into a fixated machine, devoted only to his own goals, even in the face of Armageddon.

Foyle’s interrogator inadvertently reveals that the Nomad was carrying an enormous fortune in platinum bullion, and the moment Foyle hears this, his obsession has a new focus. He sees that money as “a broad highway to Vorga” (pg. 59), and from that moment, he is determined to recover it. And he does! He escapes from prison, makes his way back to Nomad, obtains its cargo, eludes his pursuers, and returns to Earth with limitless wealth.

With these resources in hand, Foyle goes full Count of Monte Cristo, or in Watchmen terms, full Ozymandias. He actually adopts the identity of Geoffrey Fourmyle of Ceres, “a wealthy young buffoon from the largest of the asteroids.” (pg. 111) With his Four Mile Circus, he travels around to various places causing delightful chaos, dazzling the locals. But what he’s really doing is setting elaborate plans in motion, in service of his revenge.

He’s moved beyond the notion of destroying the Vorga itself, realizing that it is simply a physical object, Instead, he hunts down the crew who were on the ship the day it abandoned him, ceaselessly searching for the reason why they left him alone, and for the most part unbothered by any conscience in how he seeks that information. He also becomes an “extraordinary fighting machine” (pg. 115) like Ozymandias, but rather than undertaking intense training, Foyle simply buys himself a suite of cybernetic physical enhancements, which allow him to increase his strength and speed to superhuman proportions.

Here is Foyle after these changes: a devastating fighter, possessed of unbelievable resources, who makes plans lasting months and years to achieve his ultimate goal. He’s a lot like a superhero, except that he is no hero — he’s perfectly willing to torture and kill in order to get what he wants. Sound familiar? Geoffrey Fourmyle is to Ozymandias as the initial Gully Foyle is to Rorschach, and that draws an interesting line between the two Watchmen characters.

Veidt and Kovacs, alone among the book’s cast, are the two who cannot and will not be swayed by anything. Dan is diffident, Laurie reluctant, Jon indifferent, and Blake mercenary, but Ozymandias and Rorschach are monomaniacs, relentlessly pursuing their own goals and stopping at nothing. A character says to Foyle, “You can’t accept life as it is. You refuse. You attack it… try to force it into your own pattern.” These words could as aptly describe Rorschach, railing in his journal at the city’s filth and corruption, or Ozymandias, authoring his own apocalypse to resolve the unbearable tension between the world as it is and the world as he wishes it to be.

The cover of The Stars My Destination

Yet there is one more stage for Foyle, beyond his Rorschach phase and beyond his Ozymandias phase. He falls desperately in love with a blind girl named Olivia, only to discover later that she was in fact the captain of the Vorga that day, and that the ship passed him by because it was in the midst of a despicable criminal operation: picking up desperate refugees from war-torn planets, collecting their belongings, and ejecting the people into space. She is an utter nihilist, driven by pure hatred to ravage and destroy all of humanity. She sees in Foyle someone who is just as powerful and — she thinks — just as amoral, and falls in love with him too, wanting him to join her in her campaign of ruination.

Gully kisses her, and then he recoils. She says:

‘What is it, Gully darling?’
‘I’m not a child any more,’ he said wearily. ‘I’ve learned to understand that nothing is simple. There’s never a simple answer. You can love someone and loathe them.’
‘Can you, Gully?’
‘And you’re making me loathe myself.’
‘No, my dear’
‘I’ve been a tiger all my life. I trained myself… educated myself… pulled myself up by my stripes to make me a stronger tiger with a longer claw and a sharper tooth… quick and deadly…’
‘And you are. You are. The deadliest.’
‘No, I’m not. I went too far. I went beyond simplicity. I turned myself into a thinking creature. I look through your blind eyes, my love whom I loathe, and I see myself. The tiger’s gone.’ (pg. 195)

This is the moment when Foyle transcends his idée fixe, transcends his Rorschach and Ozymandias personas, and leaves childhood behind. He acknowledges that there’s never a simple answer. Adrian Veidt, by contrast, sneers at Dan, “Do grow up,” but he’s scarcely less of a child than Rorschach. His prank on the world, as complex as it was to engineer, remains an attempt at a quick fix, a simple answer. He deludes himself that he has engineered a happy ending, only to be reminded that nothing ever ends.

The application of violence or trickery to exert control over the world has a fundamental quality of tantrum, and thus of monstrosity — a force beyond rationality and beyond compassion. In Watchmen, Moore subtly suggests that this childish fantasy sits behind all superhero narratives. In The Stars My Destination, Foyle sees these qualities in himself, and chooses to leave them behind. Rather than hoard and hide the most destructive power in the universe (the pYre explosive mentioned in the web annotations), in the belief that he knows better how to apply it, he instead distributes it across the spectrum of humanity.

Will they destroy themselves with it? Possibly! But Foyle rejects the argument that people must be controlled, again deploying the imagery of adulthood and childhood. “Stop treating them like children and they’ll stop behaving like children,” he says. “Let ’em all grow up. It’s about time.” (pg. 235) Where Ozymandias would use secrets and lies to guide the mass of humans where he thinks they should go, Foyle opts for radical truth, and radical faith: “I believe in them. I was one of them before I turned tiger. They can all turn uncommon if they’re kicked awake like I was.” (pg. 236)

What leads him there is the moment he sees himself in Olivia, and realizes that he loathes what he sees. In that moment, he is faced with fundamental questions: How can we move through this world without loathing ourselves? How can we find our way out of monstrosity? No one in Watchmen ever asks these questions. “This relentless world,” muses Rorschach. “There is only one sane response to it.” But what? To Rorschach, the answer is, “Become just as relentless.” But Foyle, and Bester through him, shows us another way: allow the world to be itself, speak and live the truth, reject the simple answer, and lift up your fellow creatures where you can.

Maturation Via Irritation

Rejection of the simple answer, and demolition of hoary clichés, were hallmarks of Bester’s career. As he made his way into the field in the early 1940s, Bester quickly began taking aim at science fiction tropes that even by then had become entrenched, such as the “Adam and Eve” story. In case that doesn’t ring a bell, it’s a story about some kind of apocalypse or post-apocalypse in which only two people remain, and it turns out those two people are named — dun-dun-DUNNNN! — Adam and Eve. Or some variation thereupon. Or they may not even have the heavy-handed names, but nevertheless are called upon to repopulate the world, which often turns out to have been Earth All Along.

A comic splash page, with the title "Adam... and No Eve" at the top. The image is of a man desperately crawling towards the sea, and the captions paraphrase the Bester story.

From a 1974 comic adaptation of Bester’s story “Adam and No Eve”

Bester roasted this trope in a couple of 1941 stories. “The Biped, Reegan” is told from the viewpoint of an ant, who misunderstands the humans it watches — the story depends on our knowledge of the cliché to understand what’s happening, treating it as a joke rather than a portentous twist ending. “Adam and No Eve” goes even further, with the last man finding himself alone on a ruined earth, no Eve in sight. Eventually he gets himself to the ocean and dies, at which point — the story strongly implies — his decomposing body will provide the raw materials in a primordial soup that leads to our own existence, a hundred million centuries later. With this stroke, Bester both points up the absurdity of the Adam-and-Eve plot (you don’t get a healthy and genetically diverse population from a starting point of two organisms) and twists it into something genuinely surprising.

In later stories, he went on to skewer other SF shibboleths — Asimov’s laws of robotics in “Fondly Fahrenheit”, the notion of predictive psychology (also Asimov) in “The Push of a Finger”, time-travel power fantasies in “The Men Who Murdered Mohammed” and “Of Time and Third Avenue”, and so on. TSMD itself is a pointed denunciation of the “one man to save the world” trope common in the works of Heinlein and others — and for that matter, superhero comics. In fact, Bester did work at DC Comics for some time, tutored by Batman co-creator Bill Finger. Some of Bester’s DC comics creations and co-creations have had a lasting impact, such as Solomon Grundy, Vandal Savage, and most famously the Green Lantern oath (“In brightest day, in blackest night”, etc.)

In any case, in his campaign to jolt SF from its adolescent moorings, he even published essays having a go at the notion that science fiction was growing up, such as his famously combative “The Trematode: A Critique of Modern Science-Fiction” in 1953, in which he outlined what he saw as SF’s “Three Immaturities” — intellectual, emotional, and technical. Literary critic Jad Smith explains the title:

A trematode infests a mollusk and either spoils it or forces it to produce a pearl. From Bester’s standpoint, only time would tell whether SF would yield a lustrous gem or turn to rot, succumbing to what he personally saw as its own self-incurred immaturity. He had his doubts but, for his part, hoped for the pearl. (Alfred Bester, pg. 11)

The parallel to Alan Moore is clear. Like Bester, Moore came into his field with a healthy contempt for the ossified concepts that had become ritualized in the superhero genre, even those that were wildly popular at the time — we can see a great example of this in his parody of the X-Men around the middle of The Stars My Degradation. Much of his work wasn’t so goofy, though. He savagely dismantled a “Shazam!” style hero in Miracleman, (literally) took apart and rebuilt Swamp Thing, and interrogated the fundamental concept of costumed violence against the status quo in V For Vendetta, along with an incredible abundance of other superhero and science fiction stories in the five years following Degradation, all leading up to the magnum opus of Watchmen.

I’ve mentioned before that Moore saw the DC heroes as one-dimensional and the Marvel heroes as two-dimensional. Watchmen was the pinnacle of his project to add a third dimension to superheroes, and to critique the entire genre. But why did he make this his project in the first place? Perhaps, like Bester, he wanted to be the irritant inside the oyster of a genre, hoping for a pearl.

Moore, like Bob Dylan before him, and Alfred Bester before that, was engaged in a quest for redemption. These artists sought to take the forms and tropes that spoke to them as children and make them meaningful to adults. Bester addressed this aim directly in a plot outline he sent to the editors of Fantasy and Science Fiction magazine for his story, “5,271,009”:

I want to preach a sermon (as usual) in this story, and the theme is an attack on the adolescent wish-fulfillment-type dreaming which blocks us from becoming adults if we indulge it wihtout recognizing it for what it is. It is this same adolescent wish-fulfillment which science fiction so shamelessly exploits; and if SF continues to indulge it, SF will never become an adult form of literature. (pg. 126)

There is it is again, that metaphor of adult vs. child. The same imagery crops up in the story itself, in which the supernatural being Solon Aquila takes a protagonist through a variety of wish-fulfillment scenarios, all of which were familiar tropes from SF of the time, all of which are fatally flawed in ways the protagonist discovers, escaping the scenario whenever he finds the flaw. Finally, Aquila reveals that he has been trying to forcibly mature the character, by showing him the shallowness of “baby dreams”, in an attempt to prompt “adult dreams.”

The cover of the March 1954 issue of Fantasy & Science Fiction magazine, featuring an image of a man in a prison uniform labeled 5271009, chained to a rock out in space, over the text "a science fiction novelet by Alfred Bester."

The March 1954 issue of Fantasy & Science Fiction, featuring Bester’s story “5,271,009”

What to make of all this focus on growing up? I would speculate that Bester, and artists like him, seek to mature their art forms as a way of maturing themselves, but without losing the fundamental qualities of childhood that so enraptured them to the art form in the first place. In doing so, they create art that speaks to all of us who are ambivalent about the socially inscribed lines between childhood and adulthood, who seek to integrate the younger parts of ourselves with the older parts.

Unlike Moore and Dylan in their fields, Bester did not have a lasting and fruitful career in SF. He created two universally acclaimed novels, TSMD and The Demolished Man, which won the very first Hugo award. He’s also remembered for a handful of classic short stories, of which I’ve mentioned several. But he drifted in and out of the field, and when he returned to it once more late in life, his work didn’t captivate SF audiences anymore.

Fascination via Saturation

In his monograph on Bester, Jad Smith brings in a concept from literary theorist Roland Barthes, of the “writable text” — “writable” implying a level of reader engagement beyond simply “readable”. Smith summarizes the concept, taken from Barthes’ S/Z, as a kind of surfeit of meanings, possibilities, and connections within a text that holds both danger and promise for the reader’s experience. Writers in this style are

not only consciously fostering a certain level of meaningful indeterminacy in a text but also engaging in a kind of knowing parry-and-thrust with readers’ expectations for a particular genre. This excess within the text was a risk for the writer — it recognized the reader as a free and individual agent in resolving narrative ambiguities — but it also served as a possible source of heightened pleasure for that very reason. (pg. 14)

Smith argues convincingly throughout his book that Bester’s greatest works derive much of their greatness from this “writable” quality, and it seems to me that this is a very useful concept for Watchmen as well, not to mention much of Moore’s work, such as the incredibly oversaturated League of Extraordinary Gentlemen series.

I would argue that Watchmen fulfills this concept of a “writable” text in a few ways. Certainly the “knowing parry-and-thrust with readers’ expectations for a particular genre” is all over the book, starting with the fact that it’s a DC comic that doesn’t use any of the established DC characters. Add to that the ways that the Watchmen characters darkly reflect their Charlton counterparts, with whom some segment of the readership would have been familiar.

On top of these points of engagement, or of “meaningful indeterminacy”, there are all the ways in which Moore contravenes established superhero narrative expectations, from the fact that superheroes are illegal in the story’s world, to the fact that they are incredibly flawed, broken human beings who behave in anti-heroic or outright villainous ways, to the fact that good, arguably, does not triumph in the end. In fact, pure good and evil don’t really show up in the story at all — just a bunch of moral gray spaces whose rightness is always up for debate.

In addition to all this, let’s consider that Moore mixes the mystery genre into the superhero genre, and that mysteries themselves are among the most “writable” works, consciously involving the reader in a puzzle to be solved, in the resolution of narrative ambiguities. However, though we do find out in the end who killed The Comedian, Watchmen doesn’t resolve like a traditional mystery, with the clever detective piecing the clues together and bringing the killer to justice. Instead, our detectives are overpowered by the killer, who then explains his crime and how, by his lights, it and its attached scheme have just saved all of humanity. “How… how can humans make decisions like this?” sputters one stymied would-be crimebuster.

Watchmen, chapter 12, page 20, panels 5 and 6. Laurie, with tears streaming down her face, says, "Never tell anyone? W-we really have to buy this? Jesus, he was right. All we did was fail to stop him saving Earth. Jesus". Nite Owl, in the next panel, says, "How... how can humans make decisions like this? We're damned if we stay quiet, Earth's damned if we don't. We... okay. Okay, count me in. We say nothing."

Even at this, we as readers are not done exercising our agency to solve narrative ambiguities, as the ending of the story lands on a series of very fragile notes, culminating in its final words: “I leave it entirely in your hands.” Diegetically, that remark is addressed to Seymour (who may, in fact, be on the precipice of “seeing more”), but in a larger sense, it is addressed to us as readers, who must determine in our own imaginations what happens next.

There is yet another dimension to writability, according to Smith, and that is the aspect of narrative saturation. Many of Bester’s works were heavily engaged with not only the science fiction tropes of their day, but a much larger domain of literature, such as TSMD‘s conscious evocation of Blake, Dumas, Joyce, and plenty more antecedents. Take a look at Smith’s explanation of Bester’s cultural pastiche in the story “Hell Is Forever”, and see if it doesn’t ring any bells:

He playfully referenced and appropriated various texts to create a saturated intertext, one open to more than just one reading protocol. A reader need not get all the allusions or understand how Bester’s approach takes in elements of decadent and modernist aesthetics to enjoy the story or even to feel the effect of narrative oversaturation, but this other level of meaning does produce writable moments capable of enhancing a reader’s experience of the text.

Yeah, that’s Watchmen all over, and I’ve been working to unearth those moments for the last 12+ years. Every time I dive into one of these references and appropriations, trying to crystallize a bit of precipitate from Moore and Gibbons’ heavy saturation, it opens new avenues of pleasure available from the text. This is true even when the connection seems weak, down to outright free-association, and the fact that Watchmen continues to reward such close and varied analysis, from dozens of different directions, places it unambiguously on the highest shelves of literature.

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The statue of Prometheus in front of Rockefeller Center in New York City.

The Watchmen Bestiary 39 – Bringing Light to the World

WARNING: These posts are still bringing Watchmen spoilers to the world. Or, I guess, to you, if you keep reading. I also discuss some details in Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, various Greek myths, and the ending of Alan Moore and J.H. Williams’ Promethea.

Watchmen Chapter 5, page 21, panel 2. Bernard the news-vendor chats with Joey the cab driver, saying, "Hi Joey. How's the Promethean? Still bringing light to the world?"

On page 21 of Chapter 5, Bernard the news vendor chats with Joey the cab driver, asking, “How’s the Promethean? Still bringing light to the world?” He’s referencing the company she works for, the Promethean Cab Company, and we know this because it’s been mentioned or shown a few times already. On page 10 of Chapter 3, Laurie says about New York on a Saturday night, “Sometimes the cabs just disappear and getting from A to B takes forever.” The technician from the Gordian Knot Lock Company responds, “Incidentally, Lady, I heard what you said about cabs. Why don’t you call my brother’s company, the Promethean?”

In fact, Laurie has already taken a Promethean cab, just a few pages earlier, and one driven by Joey herself. She gets in at the bottom of page 6, and gets out at the top of page 7, where we can see part of the company’s name above the cab’s door. We first glimpse the company’s sign as a tiny detail in panel 2 of page 11, and can see it more clearly in panel 1 of page 22, just enough to be able to read its slogan: “Bringing Light to the World”. In any case, it’s Chapter 5 where the web annotations take notice, and draw our attention to both a classical and a Romantic allusion:

Prometheus was the Greek character who brought fire to mankind and, in some versions, created mankind. For this he was punished by the gods. Mary Shelley subtitled her novel Frankenstein as “The Modern Prometheus”.

The annotations leave it at that, not delving into why Moore might be referencing Prometheus — classical or “modern” — in Watchmen, but hey, that’s what I’m here for. So let’s talk about the mythological level first, beginning with the notion of bringing fire to mankind.

And I Bring You… FIRE!

In Greek mythology, Prometheus was from the race of Titans, powerful entities who were the predecessors to the Olympian gods. In fact, those gods — led by Zeus — battled the Titans for supremacy in a ten-year war called the Titanomachy, and Prometheus was the only Titan who sided with Zeus in the battle. Thus he escaped the punishment of the rest of the Titans, who were exiled into the underworld of Erebus, but his relationship with Zeus soon became fraught as well, due mainly to Prometheus’ loyalty and beneficence to humanity.

There are a few different stories about Prometheus and humanity in the myths, but all of them cast him as a benefactor, and in some cases a creator. Today, his name has become synonymous with the concept of stealing fire from the gods. Even this myth has a few different versions, which may or may not fit together. Edith Hamilton, who says she’s paraphrasing Hesiod, tells a tale in which Prometheus both creates humanity and gives it the gift of fire:

Prometheus, then, took over the task of creation and thought out a way to make mankind superior. He fashioned them in a nobler shape than the animals, upright like the gods; and then he went to heaven, to the sun, where he lit a torch and brought down fire, a protection to men far better than anything else… (Mythology, pg. 48)

Hamilton later characterizes this action as “stealing fire”, but it doesn’t seem like much of a theft — he simply lights a torch from the fire already burning in the sky, and brings it to his creations. There’s no sense of defying anyone’s will in doing so, and in fact Hamilton says in the same paragraph that in this story, the creation of humanity was “delegated by the gods to Prometheus”.

Image of Prometheus creating man, with symbolic torch, sun, and divinity in the background. Philipp Veit, ca. 1832

However, elsewhere in Hesiod, Prometheus becomes more of a trickster figure. As gods and humans were deciding how meat should be divided between them, Prometheus served as an arbiter, since he was neither of the race of the gods nor of humans. But Prometheus favored humanity, and thus devised a ruse to sway the decision in its favor. An ox was slaughtered, and Prometheus prepared two portions: one of the ox’s meat concealed by its hide, and another of its bones concealed in its glistening fat. He then invited Zeus to select which he preferred. Because the fatty portion looked larger and richer, Zeus chose it, and was then enraged to discover he’d left the more nutritious meat to humanity. In his anger, Zeus decided to withhold fire from mankind. Classicist and folklorist William Hansen explains the repercussions:

The immediate consequence of this act was to render useless the abundance of meat that men had acquired through Prometheus’s deceit, for without fire men could not convert the flesh into food suitable for human beings. Indeed, without fire men were deprived even of the ability to manufacture utensils and tools, for they could neither fire clay pots nor smelt metals, nor could they employ fire for warmth and light. In short, humans would live no better than animals. (Classical Mythology, pg. 62)

These stories might have happened in sequence — Prometheus creates humanity and grants it fire, then that fire is revoked by Zeus after Prometheus’s trick. On the other hand, stories in mythology often ignored or contradicted each other’s “continuity”, so they may just be opposed or unrelated. In any case, after Zeus’s punishment, Prometheus once again restored fire to humanity by bringing it to humans hidden inside a stalk of giant fennel, whose pith burns slowly and evenly, thus allowing fire to be transported from place to place. Zeus, upon discovering this second trick, chained Prometheus to a rocky crag, and created a giant eagle who feasted daily on the Titan’s perpetually regenerating liver.

In all of these stories, fire is a boon to humanity — a “protection” in Hamilton, and in Hansen both a facilitator of tools and a tool in itself, to convert flesh into food. It is a gift from Prometheus that enables civilization. Aeschylus takes this notion even further, making Prometheus into a culture hero and crediting him with “introducing the arts of shelter-building, agriculture, mathematics, writing, animal domestication, and navigation.” (Classical Mythology A to Z, pg. 95) Nowhere in the Prometheus myth do we see the other side of fire, its danger and destructiveness.

By contrast, while fire shows up often in Watchmen, it’s most often either a harmful force or a sexual symbol, and several of the major characters have important scenes based around fire imagery:

  • The Comedian uses his lighter to burn Captain Metropolis’s display at the Crimebusters meeting, and the flames licking upwards are meant to represent both the destruction of Nelson’s intention and the potential nuclear devastation of the world. That same lighter crops up again after the Crimebusters meeting, offering to light Laurel Jane’s cigarette. In addition, we see him using a flamethrower in Vietnam, a sadistic grin on his face.
  • Nite Owl II‘s fire symbology alternates between fire-as-destruction and fire-as-passion. He’s installed a flamethrower on the front of Archie, which is first accidentally set off by Laurie, causing destruction that must be extinguished. Later, that same flamethrower ejaculates rapturously above the city, as he and Laurie make love just after rescuing the tenants of a burning building — destructive fire followed by passionate fire. In the aftermath of their lovemaking, he says, “I feel so confident it’s like I’m on fire.”
  • Silk Spectre II is a partner in all these fire scenes, and she’s also seen smoking throughout the book — in fact, she sets off the flamethrower hoping that it’s a dash lighter for her cigarette. Her smoking annoys her mother in Chapter 2, illuminates a quasi-sexual afterglow following the alley fight in Chapter 3 and an overtly sexual afterglow at the end of Chapter 7, underscores her confusion on Mars in Chapter 9, and creates a brief moment of intimacy between her teenage self and The Comedian.
  • Rorschach finds a different use for a lit cigarette, stabbing one into the eye of a bully in a childhood flashback. He uses flames to attack the police in Chapter 5, becoming the bright-burning tyger of that chapter’s epigraph, and (somewhat related) burns a threatening inmate with hot cooking fat. On an even larger scale, he burns down Gerald Grice’s building with Grice inside. Nearly all of Rorschach’s uses of fire are violent, with the exception of the flames that heat his scissors when he’s shown cutting out his mask, on page 10 of Chapter 6.

There’s no Promethean fire in any of these scenes. While some of these characters may imagine that they’re facilitating civilization, or at least acting as forces for good, they’re not using (or stealing) fire to do so. Even Rorschach burning Grice’s building is an act of punishment, not protection or creation, and his use of fire to heat his scissors is at the human level, not the Promethean level.

Remember, though, that the Promethean Cab Company’s motto references light, not fire, and there are two major characters missing from the list above, each of whom brings light to the world in his own way. Though absent of fire imagery, Ozymandias and Doctor Manhattan are the most Promethean characters in the book.

And Turn Instead Towards The…

Adrian Veidt certainly believes himself to be humanity’s benefactor, and in fact the spark hydrant technology he patented is fundamental to the Promethean Cab Company’s business. “Bringing Light to the World” is a strange motto for a taxi service, but it might have an explanation in the fact that these are electric cabs rather than gas-burning vehicles, and thus closer to light than to fire.

For that matter, given Veidt’s fascination with antiquity in general, and with the Gordian Knot in particular, it’s worth asking whether he in fact owns the Gordian Knot Lock Company, and if so, might he also own the Promethean Cab Company as well? There’s no direct evidence of this in the text, though the labyrinthine corporate structure diagram that Dan examines in Chapter 8 suggests that Adrian’s reach extends to many different companies, beyond the ones we know about like Pyramid Deliveries.

Watchmen Chapter 8, page 4, panel 4. Dan looks at a diagram of various boxes connected by lines in a complex fashion. He says, "They fund the Institute for Extraspatial Studies; another company, Pyramid Deliveries, funds them. This corporate structure stuff's a maze."

In Watchmen‘s world as in ours, it’s quite a superpower to own a mega-corporation with a highly diversified portfolio. For the purposes of his plans, I can see the advantage to Adrian of being able to know where people go, what they receive, how to unlock their houses, and so on. Of course, he still violently kicks open The Comedian’s door, and true to their metaphor, Gordian Knot locks never get picked, only smashed apart by Rorschach.

In any case, Alexander the Great taking violent action to undo a knotty problem inspires Ozymandias to do the same, setting into motion the plan that drives Watchmen‘s plot. There’s a tradition in which Prometheus is the one to smite Zeus’s aching head with an axe, allowing Athena to leap fully grown and fully armed from the cleft in his skull. (Classical Mythology, pg. 118) Surely this is what Adrian believes himself to be doing — splitting the existing order open so that a powerful new wisdom might leap into the world, already whole and complete.

Prometheus’s name means “foresight”, and we can certainly argue that Adrian’s plans require quite a lot of this. Even Doctor Manhattan says so, on page 11 of Chapter 12:

Watchmen Chapter 12, page 11, panel 1. Doctor Manhattan stands outside Karnak, saying, "Veidt. Of course. Who else has the intelligence or resources for tachyon interference? Hmm. Eight generators throughout Antarctica, eight in orbiting satellites. It displays remarkable foresight, don't you think?"

Ozymandias doesn’t predict every outcome, and in fact his response to The Comedian’s unintended discovery of the artists’ island eventually allows the other characters to uncover his plot. Still, as he explains in Chapter 11, he’s been anticipating world events and scheming ways to influence them for decades by the time this happens. In doing so, he becomes a trickster figure like Prometheus, seeking ways to benefit humanity through clever deceptions. Unlike the mythical Titan, he’s achieving his aims not by tricking the gods, but by fooling humanity itself.

When it comes to foresight, though, it’s hard to beat Doctor Manhattan, who doesn’t have to guess what the future holds because he’s already experiencing it. Through this lens, Dr. Manhattan stakes a much stronger claim to Promethean forethought, while Ozymandias begins to look like Prometheus’s unwise brother Epimetheus, whose name means “afterthought”. After all, for all the planning Adrian does, it’s left to Jon to remind him that nothing ever ends.

For that matter, Ozymandias’s claim to the Promethean gift of light(ning) that the cab company’s chariots bring to the world wouldn’t be possible without Dr. Manhattan first synthesizing the lithium that their batteries require. Jon’s gift is truly godlike — the creation of something from nothing, or at least the alchemical transmutation of one form of matter into another — whereas Adrian simply finds a way to systematize it. Even if Adrian might see himself as ascending to a divine mantle through his “salvation” of humanity, his power will always be overshadowed by the titanic capabilities at Jon’s command.

These capabilities create a direct connection between Dr. Manhattan and the Titan Prometheus, but in the skeptical mode of Watchmen, scrutiny degrades the connection a little. Like Prometheus, Jon knows the future… for the most part. Like Prometheus, he uses his supernatural powers to benefit humanity… at least at first. And like Prometheus, he’s inclined to create new life… but from what we know of him, we might well doubt that this life would compare to the complexity and grandeur of humanity. Jon tends to prefer simpler constructs — the hydrogen atom, the perfect checkerboard grid of gold molecules. He tires of being caught in the tangle of our lives. Part of the horror inherent in his character is the question, “What if our benevolent god became indifferent to us? And what if it was our fault?”

These questions don’t come up in the Prometheus myth — only the notion that he cares for us, and is punished for that. Just as Zeus’s eagle tears apart Prometheus’s liver, so does Adrian’s machine take Jon to pieces once again, along with the sacrificial Bubastis. And just as Prometheus’s liver always regrows, so does Jon reconstitute himself, and significantly, it’s at this moment that Moore, Gibbons, and Higgins show Doctor Manhattan explicitly embodying the cab company’s motto:

Watchmen Chapter 12, page 17, panels 2 and 3. Adrian stands in front of Rorschach, Nite Owl II, and Silk Spectre II, with his back to the camera. He says, "...and yet that failure overshadows every past success! By default, you usher in an age of illumination so dazzling that humanity will reject the darkness in hits heart.. and turn instead towards the... uh..." As he speaks the characters become lit from the left side, and in the final panel he turns his head to the left.

Adrian doesn’t get to finish his sentence, but we know the word that’s coming next, and both the coloring and the heavy-inked shadows finish it for us. Doctor Manhattan always glows a little, but in his giant form he blazes fiercely, casting harsh shadows on this page and the next. Bringing light to the world.

And then he shrinks down again, and the coloring changes to dark blue and gray hues again. Adrian turns on his bank of televisions, and the incoming news transfers the glow to him, until he is illuminated in a clear, round spotlight at his moment of triumph:

Watchmen Chapter 12, page 19, panel 7. Adrian stands in front of his painting of Alexander and the Gordian Knot, his fists thrust upward in triumph and tears streaming down his face. He says, "I DID IT!" He is lit by a bright round spotlight.

As he stands illuminated before the painting of Alexander and the Gordian Knot, it seems that it is the trickster Ozymandias after all who has brought the light, but in the very next panel that light seems to be gone. Everyone is in muted blues and purples once more. We see Dan and Laurie strangely lit near the pool a few pages later, their shadows casting up huge behind them like the graffiti of embracing figures that has appeared throughout the book. Then there’s one last, looming shadow, cast not by Doctor Manhattan but perhaps by the glow of Ozymandias’s orrery, a bright light behind him as the Doctor vanishes, off to create some new life.

And Pour a Torrent of Light

And that brings us to the other reference cited in the annotations: Frankenstein; or, the Modern Prometheus. Mary Shelley’s novel is, as literary critic Charlotte Gordon asserts, “the story of what happens after the act of creation.” (Frankenstein: The 1818 Text, pg. xv) To the extent that Watchmen follows in its footsteps, the creation in question is the creation of the superhero, both at the “costumed adventurer” stage of Hooded Justice and Nite Owl I, and at the godlike level of Dr. Manhattan. Certainly the regretful tone of passages in Under The Hood resonates with the words of Dr. Frankenstein, who laments:

Learn from me, if not by my precepts, at least by my example, how dangerous is the acquirement of knowledge, and how much happier that man is who believes his native town to be the world, than he who aspires to become greater than his nature will allow. (pg. 41)

Aspiring to become greater than their natures will allow is what many of the Watchmen characters do when they don their superheroic identities, and they are often brought down by the limitations they try to transcend.

Still, Frankenstein’s bitter regret at gaining knowledge seems to have more in common with Pandora (or for that matter, Eve) than Prometheus, so what makes Frankenstein “the modern Prometheus”? We may get a hint in the language he uses for the crucial scientific discovery that allows him to bestow animation upon lifeless matter. He describes the epiphany: “from the midst of this darkness, a sudden light broke in upon me…” (pg. 40). He compares himself to a buried man who finds “a passage to life aided only by one glimmering, and seemingly ineffectual, light.” (pg. 41) He says, “Life and death appeared to me ideal bounds, which I should first break through, and pour a torrent of light into our dark world.” (pg. 42)

But beyond all these metaphors about bringing light to the world, Frankenstein is Promethean simply in his ability to create life, just as Prometheus does in the myths recounted by Hamilton. And in his bringing light to the world through reanimating dead matter, he too is punished — not by being chained to a rock and tortured by a bird, but by having everyone he cares about systematically stripped away from him at the hands of his creation.

The closest analogue to Victor Frankenstein in Watchmen is, once again, Ozymandias, who directs the creation of a monstrous creature, stitched together by geneticists and implanted with a human brain. The text of Watchmen is a little unclear about whether the creature is in fact given life, but we know Adrian is capable of creating new life forms — the evidence walks around beside him in the shape of Bubastis. Like Frankenstein’s creature, Ozymandias’s monster causes numerous deaths. The difference is that, unlike Frankenstein, Veidt absolutely intends for those deaths to occur.

What punishment is there for this costumed Prometheus? We know he has bad dreams, but beyond that, all we see after the creature’s catastrophic arrival is a world united, if tenuously. We are merely left to imagine what negative consequences might later flow from his actions. Where Frankenstein concerns itself with what happens after the act of creation, Watchmen ends shortly after the creation of its monster. The other Promethean character in the book, Dr. Manhattan, also announces an intention to create human life, but the book ends before that act of creation can even begin. What happens after that act? Will he be punished? Will Ozymandias? We can only speculate.

Engraved frontispiece from an 1839 edition of Frankenstein, depicting the creature awakening, light pouring into the room, and Victor fleeing in fear.

Even without knowing what happens beyond the ending, we may take one thing more from Shelley’s Frankenstein, because it isn’t just the story of a tormented creator. It is the story of a tormented creation as well, and the source of that creature’s pain is the meaninglessness of its existence in the absence of a benevolent creator. In this, it can find common ground with many Watchmen characters.

Just as the creature rages at the lack of love in its universe, so does Walter Kovacs make himself into a monster as a response to a hostile mother, a hostile world. Just as the creature reacts in horror to its own existence, so does Milton Glass experience “a feeling of intense and crushing religious terror” at the notion that Jon Osterman, his rather hapless former employee, has become an increasingly apathetic American God. Just as the creature at last finds pleasure in evil deeds, exacting revenge upon his own cowardly god piece by piece, so does The Comedian play along with the joke, through murder, rape, and terror. He never said it was a good joke.

Finally, I probably shouldn’t write a whole Watchmen/Promethean post without mentioning that Alan Moore went on to create a major — and quite personal — character called Promethea. This was in the ABC line of comics he created for Image in 1999, so it’s very doubtful indeed that he had her in mind while writing the Promethean Cab Company into Watchmen, but a word or two about her might still draw a line between the works.

Despite the character’s name, she doesn’t evince many clear connections to the Prometheus of myth, though an awesome splash page in the first issue has our heroine shouting, “I bring you FIRE!” Instead, Moore is up to something in this series much bigger than Greek myth. Promethea is imagination personified, and therefore encompasses all myths along with all other fictions, as well as creativity at any level. As the book goes along, Moore and artist J.H. Williams dazzle us with all kinds of comics fireworks, and if the bulk of the series is a bit more of a lecture than a story, they give us lots of treats to wash the medicine down.

What makes Promethea personal is that she embodies Moore’s own beliefs about magic and creativity. Through her, he gives us multiple tours of the symbology of magic, a belief system to which Moore converted (so the story goes) on his fortieth birthday in 1993. He explicitly draws the connections between magic and imagination, making creativity into a kind of superpower, or perhaps more accurately a kind of goddess. At the climax of the series, Promethea causes an apocalypse… in the R.E.M. sense. She allows all of humanity to see beyond the illusion of time, to understand how story and self meld, to transcend our perceptions of separateness in time and space.

Ozymandias brings his light to humanity through a trick, but Doctor Manhattan, in his timeless state, can see how that trick will one day stand as just another colossal wreck in the desert. Promethea, on the other hand, changes humanity forever. Life goes on after her revelation, but nothing will ever be the same again. Where Ozymandias tried to bring light, she brings enlightenment to the world.

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Photograph of Alan Moore's face. He has a lot of hair and a big beard.

The Watchmen Bestiary 36, part 2 – Alan Moore vs. The World

Fair warning: Although this entry isn’t nearly so focused on Watchmen as many of the others, it does have plenty of spoilers for Alan Moore’s novel Jerusalem. And still some Watchmen spoilers too. And possibly spoilers about the nature of time and the universe, should you choose to look at it that way.

Also, there are three different works named “Jerusalem” that will be discussed below — a novel by Moore, a long mythic poem by Blake, and a hymn with words by Blake. I hope the references will be obvious by context, but for clarity I’ll always put the hymn’s name in quotation marks, and italicize the other two.

When I was researching the previous entry on Blake and Watchmen, I included in my reading a book called William Blake vs. The World, by John Higgs. I picked it up just because it looked like an interesting contemporary take on Blake, to complement my reading of his poems, his plates, and critical essays about him. I wasn’t expecting it to have any overt connections to the world of Watchmen — I thought I’d be making those on my own.

Imagine my surprise, then, to find Alan Moore himself showing up in my Blake book! It turns out that Higgs is a friend (and occasional beta reader) of Moore’s, and in Higgs’ wide-ranging exploration of Blake’s work and the web of meanings that accompany it today, he cites Moore in multiple places, specifically Moore’s mega-novel Jerusalem. In the first such moment, Higgs is discussing Emanuel Swedenborg — a fundamental influence on Blake — and Swedenborg’s view that the language of angels packs an enormous amount of meaning into a very small space. “Anyone struggling to imagine how such language would work,” continues Higgs, “should read the epic Blakean novel Jerusalem (2016) by the English writer Alan Moore, who successfully manages to write exactly this type of angelic dialogue.” (pg. 114)

“Well then,” I said to myself, “Apparently the time has come for me to read Jerusalem!” I’d taken a crack at it before, but had foolishly checked it out from the library. This is not a book to read on a library’s timeline. I certainly hadn’t gotten far enough to understand how it might be “Blakean”, and finding that out seemed very relevant to my current interests. So I bought it, but I waited to read it until I’d finished the Blake & Watchmen entry — I already had quite enough to read for that one.

Alan Moore vs. Linear Time

In that entry, I implied heavily that Moore’s Jerusalem was a “nearly impenetrable magnum opus”, parallel to Blake’s Jerusalem. To be fair to Moore’s work, that isn’t really true. Yes, the book is gigantic — 1,266 pages, and longer than the Bible, as many of its reviewers will compulsively tell you. But hundreds of those pages consist of smooth, enjoyable narrative, a claim one certainly can’t make for Blake’s hundred-plate leviathan.

Now, to be fair to me, there are also plenty of pages that are anything but smooth and enjoyable. Most notoriously, 48 pages of it are from the perspective of Lucia Joyce, the daughter of James, and are written in what Moore calls “a completely invented sub-Joycean text.” Here, have a sample that (sort of) mentions Blake:

Disflame rubbel enerchy wisdem trancemittered tru’the soulody liftfeat o’ Williron Blaze faem Lambirth, archintegt onder perfounder afarnow Jerusalhymn rayshed in demeanstraits oer deploor un’ destnytute, assymbold utternuttin searve firewords en’virsions. Pureing outfhim B’like, darin deShade o’ Badlame, daer roughbest neow slurges tewords Wellaim Bettler-Yetts t’ beirth etslif. (Jerusalem, pg 895)

This chapter took me as long to read as the rest of the book put together, and likely would have taken even longer if not for the heroic work of Joe Linton, who both carefully annotates every word and its possible meanings, and (crucially) translates the whole thing into standard English paragraph-by-paragraph, not to mention bringing in the viewpoints of other such stalwart translators.

In any case, Jerusalem is about a great many things, and it is about them in a great many ways. It is enormous and shaggy, not unlike its author. One of its more central themes, though, and one most meaningful to me, is that of eternalism. This is the philosophy of time that aligns with Einstein’s concept of a “block universe” — the notion that past, present, and future are all part of the same block, and all exist “at once”. In this view, our experience of time is an illusion created by our consciousness traveling through that block.

Cover of Jerusalem by Alan Moore

This is the universe as Dr. Manhattan understands it, and as a reader, it’s the part of Watchmen that I find most confounding. However, where Watchmen asks us simply to accept an eternalist reality based on Dr. Manhattan’s narration of it, Jerusalem dramatizes the mechanisms of this reality at length, and thus portrays it much more convincingly. Blake, too, believed in an eternalist universe, and when Higgs dives into this aspect of Blake’s worldview, he once again brings up Moore:

The greatest literary exploration of the concept of eternalism is the epic, Blake-inspired novel Jerusalem by Alan Moore, which includes a conversation about the true nature of reality between the eighteenth-century nonconformist minister Philip Doddridge and an angel. ‘Might I ask if, anywhere in this ingenious arrangement, any of us ever truly had Free Will?’ Doddridge asks the angel. The angel somewhat apologetically tells him that nobody had. ‘After a well-timed pause as if before the punch line of a joke’, the angel replies with a further question: ‘Did you miss it?’ (William Blake vs. The World, pg. 281-2)

In Jerusalem, these angels exist in a dimension above ours, able to see into the whole of time at once, wherein human lives appear as streaks through a solid, transparent mass, moving through space according to the trajectory of their actions. The dead, too, have access (for the most part) to this extradimensional space, known to some as “Upstairs” and others as “Mansoul”. From Upstairs, specifically from a near-infinitely broad gallery called the Attics of the Breath, one can look in on any moment of that mass of time. The floor of the Attics is covered with regularly spaced giant portholes, and has an extra direction available, so that one can move not only across the length but along the “linger”, which lets you stroll forward or backward in time to look through these portholes at successive moments in that mass. At one point, two characters even make their way to the very end of the Attics, to the Big Crunch at the end of time.

These concepts feel a bit brain-breaking at first, and it takes a while to assimilate them. Luckily, Jerusalem gives us plenty of time and space. The entire middle third of the book, a good 440 pages, is devoted to the adventures of assorted viewpoint characters through Mansoul, its “ghost-seam” to our reality, and various times and places along the length and linger of both. After traveling through these fantastic realms, it becomes more and more clear how an eternalist universe might take shape. Such a universe is deeply unsettling in its displacement of free will, morality, and human agency, but at the very end of the book, a character named Alma Warren tries to explain its grandeur as well:

If Einstein’s right, then space and time are all one thing and it’s, I dunno, it’s a big glass football, an American one like a Rugby ball, with the big bang at one end and the big crunch or whatever at the other. And the moments in between, the moments making up our lives, they’re there forever. Nothing’s moving. Nothing’s changing, like a reel of film with all the frames fixed in their place and motionless till the projector beam of our awareness plays across them, and then Charlie Chaplin doffs his bowler hat and gets the girl. And when our films, our lives, when they come to an end I don’t see that there’s anywhere for consciousness to go but back to the beginning. Everybody is on endless replay. Every moment is forever, and if that’s true every miserable wretch is one of the immortals. Every clearance area is the eternal golden city. (Jerusalem, pg 1261-2)

Alma is a pretty clear self-insertion for Moore, and her glass football simply restates a philosophy that Moore himself has long espoused, even with the very same metaphor. For instance, in a 2003 documentary called The Mindscape of Alan Moore, he tells us:

If you look at some of the models that people like Stephen Hawking have suggested for time, then you find something which is actually much closer to that primitive apprehension of how time is structured than to our rather simplistic and fatalistic idea of past, present, and future. I believe that Hawking talks about space-time as a kind of a gigantic, starry football, a rugby ball if you like. And at one end of it you have the Big Bang, and at the other end of it, everything comes together again in a big crunch. But, that the whole football exists all the time. That there is this gigantic hypermoment in which everything is occurring. That would mean that it was only our conscious minds that were ordering things into past, present, and future.

For readers of Watchmen, it seems clear that these images of Mansoul, linger, and glass football are a more coherent and detailed incarnation of concepts that Moore began to explore decades earlier via the literary device of Dr. Manhattan. And even earlier than that, they find their expression in Blake, whose own Jerusalem spins the myth of the giant Albion (an avatar of the spirit of England, and on another level the symbol of all humanity) from a higher-dimensional viewpoint. As Higgs puts it, each piece of the story is “simultaneously happening right now, about to happen, and has already ended.” Blake is “describing events as they appear from outside normal time and space, in Eternity.” (William Blake vs. The World, pg. 258-9)

Cover of William Blake vs. the World by John Higgs

This mode of description comes with a great deal of tension, not least because the “projector beam of our awareness” does indeed experience things sequentially — one word after another, one image after another. Our minds subsequently assemble this straight line into a more complex and multi-dimensional mental landscape, but at no point are we ourselves outside a linear flow of time as we consume a text. There are murky philosophical waters here, but I think it’s safe to say that the notion of a story, a narrative, requires the presence of linear time. Sure, the story could be told out of sequence, but even then there is a correct sequence implied, and we will try to work it out. When Dr. Manhattan appears in a story, we experience one moment of him before the next, just as we experience one word before the next, and it is only as we slide along that line that we build a mental model of him, his world, and — most importantly — his story. Even as he insists it’s all happening at once, we can only dimly approximate that perspective, because without sequence, story decoheres.

There’s another point here, which is that not only does a story require linear time, but our minds themselves seem to require story. As we experience our lives, as we consume works of art, we quite frequently find ourselves constructing stories — often on an unconscious level — to explain the input we take in through our senses. In fact, we construct our very selves as just such a story. Higgs again:

The reason we are rarely consciously aware of this timeless moment is because the Urizen-like default mode network in our minds has constructed a narrative called the self, a useful and practical illusion we have come to identify with. Being a story, this self needs to believe in the past and future, which fools us into experiencing Einstein’s ‘stubbornly persistent illusion’ of the passing of time. (Ibid., pg. 293, emphasis mine)

(For those who need a reminder, Urizen is Blake’s god of Reason, whom he saw as tragically limited.) So we have a story of ourselves, and when we consume a piece of narrative art, we mediate an encounter between our self-story and the incoming narrative. When the point of that incoming story is that story is itself an illusion… well, things get a little dicey. For one thing, if there’s no such thing as choice, what is there for us to invest in the actions of characters?

For another thing, the notion of a block universe obviates morality. The cornerstone of superhero narratives, of Rorschach’s world view, falls apart if nobody has any choices. For that matter, in a predestined universe, what’s the point of Ozymandias’s trick? What does anything matter if all of us, and all of our characters, are only going to do what’s predestined?

There’s an obvious counter-argument here, which is that at least in a traditional narrative, the characters are all predestined. There’s no version of Moby-Dick where, as Jerry Seinfeld jokes, Ahab and the whale become good friends. Every time you read Watchmen, everybody does the same exact thing.

So why do we care about what happens in a story? Well, there are whole literary criticism traditions devoted to that question, and they’re well beyond the scope of this post, but for simplicity’s sake, let’s posit that we care because in the encounter between our self-story and the unfolding narrative, we take the mental mechanisms with which we create a story out of our own experiences, and apply them to this new set of incoming “experiences”. In other words, we identify.

Which brings us to our next question: if those mental mechanisms can convince us that a story we know to be predestined still matters, couldn’t they pull the same trick with our self-stories, even if we ourselves are predestined? What is the functional difference between an extremely effective simulation of free will and free will itself? Or, as Jerusalem‘s angel asks about the absence of free will: do we miss it?

The answer to that question is likely to be different for different people. Myself, as an agnostic, I’m satisfied resting in the idea that the truth of reality is unknown and unknowable. But I can see where the idea of a block universe might become truly comforting. If our awareness is simply sliding through the block, then whatever has happened, whatever will happen, is okay. It has to be, because it is all there is.

Alan Moore vs. Authority

It seems a bit ironic, though, for Alan Moore to embrace such a worldview. It’s one thing when Jon Osterman tells us he’s a puppet — his entire character is fundamentally passive. Moore, on the other hand, is anything but. Anyone who looks into Moore’s biography might reasonably conclude that the foundation stone of his character is his willfulness. As he freely admits, “I really, really don’t like to be told that I’m going to do something.”

Cover to Magic Words: The Extraordinary Life of Alan Moore by Lance Parkin

That quality manifests in Jerusalem as well, and not just in Moore’s avatar of Alma. Significant parts of the book detail the history of Alma’s family, back through the generations, a history that seems to be at least loosely based on Moore’s own ancestry. There’s a key moment in the life of John “Snowy” Vernall, Alma’s great-grandfather, in which he’s offered a highly lucrative business partnership, on the sole condition that he stays out of the pub for two weeks. Snowy’s response: “I won’t be told what I should do. You’ll have to find your partner somewhere else.” (Jerusalem, pg. 274)

This decision seems like sheer lunacy to his wife and children, a refusal to take a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for class mobility, and for no good reason, at least in their eyes. As his daughter sees it, he makes his choice “simply out of bloody-mindedness.” Yet many other characters speak of him admiringly, even of this choice in particular. As one kindly ghost puts it, “He wiz a mad old bugger, Snowy Vernall, but he’d got the power in him, right enough. However poor he wiz, he’d got the power to throw away a fortune just like that.” (Ibid., pg. 494. The ghosts in Jerusalem use various adapted forms of the verb “to be”, encompassing past, present, and future to go along with their existence in the dimension above time.)

In his depiction of Snowy Vernall, Moore ennobles a (to others) pigheaded insistence on the principle of freedom, regardless of the cost. It’s all the more ironic because Snowy is one of the few characters outside of Mansoul to recognize the truth of the block universe. He understands the fixed structure of time thanks to lectures from his own father, Ernest Vernall, who “went mad” (really learned higher truths) after speaking with one of those angels who compresses loads of meaning into a few nonsense-sounding words. After Ernest downloads this meaning into Snowy, Snowy’s consciousness takes on a Dr. Manhattanesque quality, in which “his every waking second constantly exploded to a thousand years of incident and fanfare.” (Ibid., pg. 248) So in Snowy, we have a man aware of his own predestination, who also insists upon his own freedom, sometimes at a catastrophic financial price. In short, we have someone a whole lot like Alan Moore.

Not that Moore is anyone’s pauper. Unlike Snowy — and for that matter unlike Blake in his own time — Moore has attracted widespread acclaim and considerable sales success with his work. On the other hand, he has clearly turned down many, many opportunities to profit further from that work, opportunities which must easily reach into the millions of dollars (or pounds, where he lives.) He’s disowned the various film and television adaptations based on his corporate-owned comics, and given the money he would have earned to his collaborators. He’s taken his name off things like the Marvel reprints of Miracleman, similarly refusing remuneration. He’s severed all ties with the Big Two comics companies and their corporate ownership structures, preferring instead to publish enormous novels and boutique comics through small presses, along with a myriad of other creative works in a variety of media.

In Magic Words, Lance Parkin’s fair-minded autobiography of Moore, Parkin ascribes this mindset at least partially to Alan Moore’s Northampton roots, roots which Moore’s novels celebrate at considerable length. Early on in his recounting of Moore’s childhood, Parkin references a book called The Unprivileged by Northampton journalist Jeremy Seabrook, in which Seabrook traces the history of his own family through a neighborhood just a few streets away from Moore’s childhood home. Moore’s Northampton neighborhood is called “The Boroughs”, and in Moore’s youth it was dominated by the declining boot and shoe industry. In fact:

In the mid-sixties, Seabrook was teaching at the local grammar school, where he was Alan Moore’s first-form French teacher the year before he wrote The Unprivileged. He doesn’t recall Moore specifically, but when he describes the prevailing character of the area, he uses at least some of the same words that have been used to describe Moore over the years: ‘The shoe people were generally narrow, suspicious, mean, self-reliant, pig-headed, but generally honourable and as good as their word.’ (Magic Words, pg 24)

Parkin returns to this quote as he delves into a detailed retelling of Moore’s break with DC in 1987, using the formula to encapsulate Moore’s insistence that he won’t be told what to do, and if DC thought otherwise, they’ll have to find a partner somewhere else.

William Blake was no stranger to burning bridges either, but the shape it took in his life was rather different. Nobody was coming with lucrative deals he could grandly refuse, and his works never found a wide distribution that he could later disown. In Blake’s day, there were no mega-corporations to enrich and/or exploit artists. Instead, there was the patronage system, and in fact Blake did find a bit of good fortune in acquiring the wealthy William Hayley as a patron. Hayley commissioned Blake to make a portrait of his dying son, and while the portrait didn’t go well, Blake wrote such an affecting letter of condolence after the son died that Hayley invited him to live in a cottage near his home in picturesque Felpham, away from the grit of London, to produce engravings for Hayley’s works.

William Blake's rendering of his cottage at Felpham, labeled as such in the bottom left. Blake stands in front of the cottage, facing an angel who floats above him.

His time at Felpham started out blissful, and it was in fact where he wrote the words to the hymn that has since come to be known as “Jerusalem”, from which Moore’s Jerusalem draws fundamental inspiration. However, over time Blake’s experience in the country became more and more of a mental fight. Perhaps the most debilitating incident came when he found an English soldier named John Schofield loitering in his garden. Blake asked him to leave, Schofield refused, and the incident escalated into a physical scuffle, in which (perhaps surprisingly) Blake overpowered the soldier and marched him back to join his regiment at a local inn. The humiliated Schofield gave an account of this confrontation in which Blake had delivered a long, treasonous speech, including the words “Damn the King and his Country”, and in which even Blake’s wife Catherine joined by pledging to fight for Napoleon.

Blake found himself on trial for sedition. He was eventually acquitted, but the experience embittered him and took a toll on his mental health. His thoughts turned more paranoid, suspecting Hayley and other seemingly benign figures of condescension, hostility, and oppression. He wrote out a long parable in his poem Milton in which Satan appears as a mild, apparently helpful presence, who is in fact actually jealous of the artistic excellence of others and seeks to wield their poetic power without understanding his own limitations. This Satan is most commonly read as a metaphor for Hayley, seeking to bind and control Blake’s own artistry.

Blake moved back to London and held his only artistic exhibition, in the room above his brother’s haberdashery shop. Blake’s advertisement for the show depicted himself as one of the “two or three great Painters or Poets” of his age, but the public did not agree. Few came to the gallery, no one bought, and the only review he received was scathing and disdainful, calling Blake “an unfortunate lunatic, whose personal inoffensiveness secures him from confinement.” (William Blake vs. The World, pg. 240) The failure of his bid for public recognition brought out an anger in Blake, which he turned outward, seeing conspiracies, malignant spells, and enemies everywhere. As Higgs details, this turn of mind “helped to alienate him further from London artistic society. Many artists who are thought of as strange can still maintain a career, but that’s not always the case for those marked as difficult.” (Ibid., pg. 248)

As I said above, there’s a basic difference between Blake and Moore here — I think it’s fair to say that Moore has been “marked as difficult” by now, but that has not jeopardized his ability to make a living. He still has publishers eager to distribute his work — most recently Bloomsbury, which published Illuminations, his 2022 book of short stories.

But I think there’s a basic similarity too. No, Moore hasn’t been put on trial for sedition, and he certainly hasn’t held any unsuccessful artistic exhibitions — even his most avant-garde magical “workings” draw an enthusiastic audience. But he has severed ties with much of his past, and not just profiteering companies. He fell out early with Dez Skinn, who had created the venue in which Moore’s Marvelman and V For Vendetta were published, believing that Skinn had deceived him about the ownership of his work. He ended his relationship with Swamp Thing artist Steve Bissette after being upset by an interview Bissette had given. Bissette, for his part, still reports that he’s unclear on what exactly bothered Moore about that interview, because Moore declined to tell him.

Most relevant to this series, Moore is now estranged from his Watchmen co-creator Dave Gibbons, after becoming convinced that Gibbons was being used as a catspaw for nefarious actions by DC. Same with his former DC editor, Karen Berger. Gibbons, no doubt keen to shed a portrayal that disparages both his morality and his intelligence, lays out a far different version of events in his recent “anecdotal autobiography”, Confabulation, but in his words, “Alan would have none of it.” (pg. 212)

I don’t wish to be unfair to Alan Moore. It’s not as if he can’t maintain a friendship — he’s still close with plenty of comics people, and in fact his friendships with collaborators such as Steve Moore and Kevin O’Neill ended up outlasting the men themselves. Also, as Parkin points out, “Most sixty year olds, presumably, have lost touch with former pals, or aren’t on the same good terms with every workmate they had in the eighties,” and okay, fair enough. But while I’m only 52, I can report that I have not left a trail of bewildered former friends behind me, cut out of my life despite their best efforts to tell me that I have misunderstood innocent actions on their part. Of course, I’m no Alan Moore, and I’m no William Blake. I’m not suffering the pains of bringing great works before a populace that often lacks the best understanding or intentions. If I believed I were, perhaps I’d find myself reluctant to let the sword sleep in my hand too.

Alan Moore vs. Capitalism

In the case of Moore, it’s not just a struggle with the sectors of the public that don’t get what he’s trying to do, though those encounters certainly disappoint him. More infuriating is the capitalist matrix that — it’s well established — tries its best to screw artists out of the rightful rewards of their creations. Especially the capitalist matrix that has surrounded comics through the 20th century and beyond. When it comes to his Eighties comics at least, that matrix mostly succeeded in obtaining ownership of Moore’s co-creations. Blake had his troubles with the economic machinery of his day too, but largely his own work was more ignored than exploited.

Map of The Boroughs by John Coulthart

John Coulthart’s map of The Boroughs, included at the front of Jerusalem

Moore manages to overcome this difference and align himself with Blake nevertheless, using the destitute circumstances of his cherished hometown, and his own working-class upbringing, as a magnet to pull his own story closer to that of his idol. In the chapter of Jerusalem told from Alma’s point of view, she walks around The Boroughs (many, many pages of Jerusalem are devoted to various characters walking around The Boroughs), and given how closely she aligns with Moore himself, it’s awfully tempting to conclude that he places his own thoughts in her head as she grouses to herself about the plight of the poor, compared to other marginalized and persecuted groups:

Every decade since society’s inception has been witness to a holocaust of paupers, so enormous and perpetual that it has become wallpaper, unnoticed, unreported. The mass graves at Dachau and at Auschwitz are, rightly, remembered and repeatedly deplored, but what about the one in Bunhill Fields that William Blake and his beloved Catherine were shovelled into? What about the one under the car park in Chalk Lane, across the road from Doddridge Church? What of the countless generations that have lived poor and have in one way or another died of that condition, uncommemorated and anonymous? Where are their fucking monuments and special ringed dates on the calendar? Where are their Spielberg films? (pg. 867-8)

Alma isn’t poor. She’s made a comfortable living as an artist, and is even a little bit famous in her field. But she, and Moore through her, enlists Blake to her cause by virtue of his poverty. Moore himself is far from poor, even despite all the money he’s turned away, but he deeply identifies with the condition of poverty due to the rather stricken circumstances of his childhood and his home city.

One of the many commonalities between Moore and Blake is that they produce their work to an internal standard, irrespective of the artistic flavor of the day, month, or year. This worked out badly for Blake, making him quite out of step with his times, and therefore unable to realize his ambition of supporting himself on his own creative productions. He hadn’t the luxury of daydreaming among the daffodils or toking up on laudanum, unlike the other major poets of his day. He had to work for a living, and after he left Hayley, even that work was often quite hard to come by, as his interests were profoundly misaligned with the increasingly consumerist and faddish late eighteenth century. As Higgs puts it, “For an artist with no interest in changeable fashion and a desire to represent the eternal, Blake had been born at the wrong time.” (pg. 277)

Moore, on the other hand, not only found himself in fashion but for a while was part of a small coalition that led trends in the comics world. Even this has gone wrong for him, though — he’s on record numerous times decrying the way that works like Marvelman and Watchmen led to the Dark Age of Comics, thanks to an industry that picked up on the most superficial aspects of his work (and the contemporary work of Frank Miller) and concluded, “uh, yeah, dark, depressing superheroes are, like, cool.” In any case, even though Moore found himself in style while Blake was deeply out of it, both would likely have done the same work whether it was recognized or not. Thus Moore pulls off the rather neat trick of standing with the poor even as he is not among them.

In the closing pages of Jerusalem, just before she talks about the eternal glass football, Alma makes a final connection between capitalism and The Boroughs. It seems that the first power-driven cotton mill was built in the neighborhood — “The Industrial Revolution kicked off up at the far end of Green Street.” (pg. 1260) The mill turned three big cotton looms day and night, powered by a waterwheel. Word of this mill gets to young economist Adam Smith, who’s enchanted by the notion of complex machinery guided by an unseen hand — “some manner of industrial Zeus rather than basic principles of engineering.” (pg. 1261) And then, at least according to Alma:

So Adam Smith, with his half-baked idea about a hidden hand that works the cotton looms, decides to use that as his central metaphor for unrestrained Free Market capitalism. You don’t need to regulate the banks or the financiers when there’s an invisible five-fingered regulator who’s a bit like God to make sure that the money-looms don’t snare or tangle. That’s the monetarist mystic idiot-shit, the voodoo economics Ronald Reagan put his faith in, and that middle-class dunce Margaret Thatcher when they cheerily deregulated most of the financial institutions. And that’s why the Boroughs exists, Adam Smith’s idea. That’s why the last fuck knows how many generations of this family are a toilet queue without a pot to piss in, and that’s why everyone that we know is broke. It’s all there in the current underneath that bridge down Tanner Street. That was the first one, the first dark, satanic mill. (pg. 1261)

It’s the final climactic moment of the book, and of course it quotes Blake, specifically “Jerusalem.” Moore (through Alma) finds in The Boroughs the flashpoint between Blake’s pastoral childhood and industrial adulthood. This comes as no surprise whatsoever, given that the book’s basic thesis is that The Boroughs is at the center of everything — England, time, space, history, the universe.

In his excoriation of Reagan/Thatcher “voodoo economics”, Moore is obviously picking a side, identifying good and evil, just as Blake did. But it’s important to remember that although Blake never hesitated to identify moral opposites, neither did he simply condemn one side and praise the other. One of his most brilliant works, after all, was called The Marriage of Heaven and Hell. Just so, Moore immediately moves from this economic tirade to his eternalist view that everywhere’s Jerusalem and every miserable wretch is one of the immortals. It’s a fitting benediction in the spirit of Blake, who found the precious energies of genius in the friction and sparks between warring contraries.

The cover page to The Marriage of Heaven and Hell by William Blake

It’s an important moment, too, because it seals the fusion between Moore and Blake: their upbringing, coming to consciousness, and subsequent development was shaped most fundamentally by class. Blake’s childhood was pastoral, a song of innocence in a green and pleasant land, and throughout his life he witnessed the industrial age set in and take over. Moore, on the other hand, is a native of those dark satanic mills that destroyed the innocent meadows of Blake’s childhood, and throughout his life he’s watched the industrial age give way to the information age, trying his best all the while to reflect to us through his art the basic ways in which humans are changing, and their world along with them.

William Blake is obviously important to Alan Moore. Moore has in fact dedicated an entire one of his magical workings to Blake, an extended poem called Angel Passage, which sees Blake live, struggle, die, and ascend to his own eternal golden city. In Higgs’ biography, Blake seems to find something like heaven even before his death, setting aside old grudges and disappointments to find a life suffused with peace and joy, even seeking to rebuild his old damaged relationships. In Higgs’ words, “After labouring for decades on a myth about the rebalancing of the mind, Blake had made peace with his own demons. It was as if he had written himself into harmony.”

Higgs didn’t know William Blake. He just had to put together what pieces he could find, assemble them in his mind, and create a narrative. Likewise, I don’t know Alan Moore. I only know my best guesses about him. But I’m beginning to suspect that he, too, may be writing himself into harmony. In a video that came out just a few months ago, he talks with interviewer Robin Ince about a short story from Illuminations called “What We Can Know About Thunderman”. Being a Moore-ish short story, it goes on for about 240 pages, but that’s because it was also an exorcism, expelling a load of accumulated bile from his battles with the modern comics industry. He tells Ince:

I obviously had quite a lot to get out of my system there. But I think I did it with a certain degree of humor and intelligence, and it’s done much to stop me from muttering in the bath in the morning. Just having that out of my system. It allows me to stop thinking about that stuff. Which is great, which is… it’s been a long time coming.

Moore will likely never stop resisting the idea of linear time, nor the depredations of authority and capitalism. But maybe, just maybe, when it comes to the injuries, slights, and swindles he’s suffered in his past, he could perhaps find a visionary peace. I like to think it’s what Blake would have wanted for him.

Next entry: A Different Kind of Inspiration
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A portrait of William Blake, by Thomas Phillips

The Watchmen Bestiary 36, part 1 – In The Forests Of The Night

NOTE: Spoilers, Spoilers, here they spawn / First read Watchmen, then read on.

We’ve reached Chapter 5 in this Watchmen odyssey, a chapter justly famed for its fascinating structure. The 28-page chapter is perfectly symmetrical. That is to say, the grid on page 1 reflects that on page 28. Page 2 reflects page 27, and so on, meeting in a spectacular (and still symmetrical) double-page spread on pages 14 and 15.

Not only do the panels reflect each other, the scenes they depict match as well. Pages 1-6 and 23-28 show Rorschach in and outside Moloch’s apartment building. Pages 7 and 22 are Detective Fine’s investigation, pages 8-9 and 20-21 are the newsstand and pirate comic, pages 10 and 19 are Dan and Laurie, et cetera.

Watchmen, chapter 5, pages 9 and 20 set opposite each other to demonstrate their mirrored layout

Pages 9 and 20 of chapter 5, reflecting each other in layout and content

Fearful Symmetry

Why is the chapter structured like this? We find the key in its epigraph, an excerpt from another justly famous work, “The Tyger” by William Blake. As has happened before, the Watchmen excerpt takes some liberties with the original, this time in its punctuation and line-breaks:

Tyger, Tyger
burning bright,
In the forests
of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Like the other epigraphs, this one gives the chapter its title: “Fearful Symmetry”. Moore and Gibbons rise to the challenge of this title with a magnificent piece of craftsmanship, a symmetrical comic with a thoroughly ominous tone, deepening the book’s overall plot, theme, and characters at every level.

I’m going to save further examinations of symmetry for a later entry, because there is so much to unpack when it comes to Blake and Watchmen. There’s also quite a lot to unpack when it comes to Blake and Moore, but again I’m leaving that for later.

William Blake was a poet, but to label him as such is also misleading and reductive. He was active during the literary time and place we now call Romanticism, but identifying him as a Romantic is problematic.1 He was a visual artist in many media — paintings, illustrations, and illuminated prints. He was an engraver by trade, but an inventor as well, who created new methods of printmaking to suit the needs of his own creations. In addition to all this, he was a mystic, a prophet, and a visionary — someone whose brain operated on distinctly different parameters from those of his peers, a fact which inspired a variety of reactions but certainly limited his ability to reach a broad audience in his time with any of his creative works.

Blake was, to put it mildly, one of a kind. Not only that, he and his work changed and evolved significantly over the course of his life and career, moving from the reasonably accessible verse of Songs of Innocence and Experience to the deeply weird and nearly impenetrable magnum opus Jerusalem. (Like I said, he and Moore overlap a lot.) Importantly for his connection to Watchmen, his visual artistry is inextricable from his literary productions.

Blake didn’t write comics — his art isn’t sequential in any meaningful way, at least not most of the time. However, he integrated words and pictures far, far more than any of his contemporaries, and that combination at least gives him a kinship to comics. Here, for example, is the full page upon which “The Tyger” was published in Songs of Experience:

Blake's print of "The Tyger". I describe the plate in the essay but do not quote the poem, so I'll transcribe it here. "Tyger, Tyger, burning bright / In the forests of the night: / What immortal hand or eye / Could frame thy fearful symmetry? / In what distant deeps or skies / Burnt the fire of thine eyes? / On what wings dare he aspire? / What the hand, dare sieze the fire? / And what shoulder, & what art / Could twist the sinews of thy heart? / And when thy heart began to beat / What dread hand? What dread feet? / What the hammer? What the chain / In what furnace was thy brain? / What the anvil? What dread grasp / Dare its deadly terrors clasp? / When the stars thew down their spears / And water'd heaven with their tears / Did he smile his work to see? / Did he who made the Lamb make thee? / Tyger Tyger burning bright / In the forests of the night / What immortal hand or eye / Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?"

Poem and illustration are intertwined, with the tree’s branches separating stanzas of the poem — sometimes approaching a panelling effect that should feel familiar to comics readers — and the tiger standing at its climax. This could be read as just text with illustrations, a form which wasn’t foreign to Blake’s era. The difference with Blake, though, is that the poet and the illustrator are one and the same, and the entire thing is created as a single unit of art and writing, literally etched onto a metal plate by Blake himself, and its print later colored, also by Blake. Like a comics auteur, Blake brings his words and drawings into being as an indivisible unit. That hasn’t stopped publishers from reprinting his text by itself, but that text is always just a portion of Blake’s creation, a transcript.

What The Hammer?

There is still another element, one which doesn’t survive as a written artifact: music. Blake was untrained but quite musical, and was known to break out into melodies fitted to his own poetry. (The Portable Blake, pg. 2) One imagines this happening seldom with his many Prophetic Books, the majority of which are written in free verse, but the Songs of Innocence and Experience truly are songs, though none of Blake’s freely composed tunes were preserved.2 “The Tyger” in particular is intensely rhythmic3, hammering trochees pounding out an insistent beat:

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

Watchmen, too, brings an insistent beat to the beginning of Chapter 5, with the panels’ color reflecting the flashing red sign of the Rum Runner. I usually credit Watchmen to Moore and Gibbons for brevity’s sake, but here’s an example where the work of colorist John Higgins makes an enormous difference to the book’s storytelling. Similar to the Moloch flashback in Chapter 2, the Moloch scenes in this issue are punctuated by the light of the Rum Runner, resulting in pages where a bright X overlaps a dark O, or vice versa.

Even setting aside the full-page effect, though, the regularly gridded panels create a strong sense of rhythm, and the cycling light and dark lets us feel a pounding emphasis, a visual equivalent of poetic meter. There’s a musical quality, too — some panels are double the length of others, some triple, and in moments of greater power we can get double or triple height as well. Three panels per tier set up a triplet rhythm, like a waltz, where the smaller panels are quarter notes, double-length panels half notes, and so on, while the height of the panels feels analogous to dynamics in music.

In the case of “The Tyger”, the hammering rhythms synchronize with the poem’s controlling metaphor, that of a “maker” who creates life like a blacksmith, with hammer, furnace, and anvil. Blacksmith imagery is crucially important to Blake’s entire poetic vision, but to explain why, we need to take a few more steps into his overall oeuvre.

While Blake is probably best known for his more accessible poetry, like the Songs of Innocence and Experience, the vast majority of his work consists of the free-verse prophecies I mentioned earlier. In these prophecies, he constructs an entire mythology and pantheon without really bothering to explain to his reader who the figures are and what they may represent. This makes for an often frustrating reading experience, but has been a gold mine for literary critics, who spend careers unpacking all the symbolism and allusions in Blake’s mythopoeics.

There’s always plenty of room to debate interpretations, but some general consensus has emerged around the main figures:

  • Urizen, who represents Reason and Law. Blake was deeply skeptical of the Enlightenment’s privileging of reason above imagination and faith, and his stories tend to depict Urizen as someone tragically limited by his viewpoint, who also fails to understand that those limitations exist. He is sometimes depicted as an architect, who creates and constrains simultaneously.
  • Orc, the spirit of revolutionary energy. Blake saw Orc ascendant in the American and French revolutions, and while Orc seems to be a savior figure early on, he becomes shadowed with violence and destruction as the latter revolution devolved into the Reign of Terror.
  • Los, the spirit of imagination. For Blake, imagination was supreme, and therefore Los is the divine hero of his myths, and to some extent a stand-in for the poet himself. Los is the father of Orc, and Blake depicts him as a blacksmith, from whose fires emerge works of art and poetry. Or possibly Tygers.

"The Ancient of Days", by William Blake. Per Wikipedia, it shows Urizen "crouching in a circular design with a cloud-like background. His outstretched hand holds a compass over the darker void below."

Blake’s painting “The Ancient of Days” depicts Urizen engaged in creation, compass in hand.

Did He Who Made The Lamb Make Thee?

Urizen and Los are another reflection of Innocence and Experience, with Urizen possessing the more naive and limited perspective (though he doesn’t realize it), and Los taking a broader view. Los’s creativity transcends moral judgments. “I will not Reason & Compare,” he says in Jerusalem. “[M]y business is to Create.” (William Blake: The Complete Illuminated Books, pg. 307) For Los (and, the texts strongly suggest, for Blake), the creations of imagination are neither good nor bad. In the view of experience, they simply are. Thus, in answer to the question Blake poses in “The Tyger”: Yes, he who made the lamb also made its predator, a framing begun in possibility (with “Could”) and finished in audacity (with “Dare”).

How might these personas and concepts map onto Watchmen? Ozymandias seems like a possible candidate for an Urizen figure — he architects an extraordinarily elaborate plan which he believes to constitute a complete salvation of humanity, but we as readers can understand that he may not be as far-sighted as he believes himself to be. Rorschach, too, partakes of Urizen’s insistence on clear and unsullied moral judgments, a black-and-white Law that transcends any messy human intricacies. Blake, and Los, would approve of neither — they are anti-creative, though Adrian surely fashions a fearsome Tyger.

Who could stand in for Los, then? Dan Dreiberg is the most demonstrably creative of the bunch, inventing a wide variety of gadgets, vehicles, and super-suits. There’s also Doctor Manhattan, of course, who is able to reshape matter and reality at a whim, and who declares his intention to “create some” human life in the story’s final pages.

Neither of these makes a terribly satisfying Los avatar, though. Dreiberg may have the ability to create, and seems once to have had the drive, but his creative days are behind him — by the time the story begins, he’s long since quit. Jon Osterman is still making things, but he would deny any imagination or creative authority at all — in his own words, he’s just “a puppet who can see the strings.” Surely the real Los-figures, if there are any at all, would be Moore and Gibbons themselves, who frame the world of Watchmen and populate it with all its tygers and lambs.

Urizen and Los at least have potential analogs. Orc doesn’t seem to be personified at all, at least not in any one figure. Certainly not The Comedian, who thinks nothing of tear-gassing protestors, nor Silk Spectre, who seems for most of the book to want nothing more than a peaceful life. The closest we get to revolutionary spirit is the protestors themselves, with perhaps some frustrated flashes from the diametrically opposed bastions of Nova Express and The New Frontiersman.

Speaking of diametrical opposition, the Songs of Innocence and Experience have plenty of their own symmetry and reflections going on, though not to the exactitude of this Watchmen chapter. Songs of Innocence came out first by itself, and when Songs of Experience appeared, it contained many poems which seemed to be in direct dialogue with those of its predecessor. In the case of “The Tyger”, its innocent companion was a poem called “The Lamb”, which was similarly concerned with creation and authorship: “Little lamb who made thee / Dost thou know who made thee”, it asks.

Blake’s self-invented heroes and deities don’t appear in the “Songs”, so his answer stems from traditional Christian imagery:

Little lamb I’ll tell thee,
Little lamb I’ll tell thee;
He is called by thy name,
For he calls himself a Lamb:
He is meek & he is mild,
He became a little child:
I a child & thou a lamb,
We are called by his name.
Little Lamb God bless thee,
Little Lamb God bless thee.

Blake's print of "The Lamb".

In the world of innocence, Jesus is the Lamb of God, who became God incarnated as a child, and who (as God) created and blessed all the little lambs. The world of experience troubles these placid waters. “The Tyger” outlines its fierce subject, and then wonders of its creator, “Did he smile his work to see? / Did he who made the Lamb make thee?”

Burning Bright

As we’ve seen, within Blake’s personal mythology, the answer is clearly “Yes”. Further, he saw no conflict between his own myths and those delivered in Christian scripture (though he saw plenty of conflict between scripture and the established churches.) So God made the Lamb, and Jesus is the Lamb of God. God also made the Tyger, but if the Lamb equates with Christ, what does that make the Tyger? Who is the Tyger of God?

Could it be… Satan? Blake wasn’t afraid to include Satan in his prophecies, and his Satan was not the fallen angel of Milton.4 Rather, he was more the personification of “Error, the accuser of sin, who blinds the mind to the divine.” (The Cambridge Companion to William Blake, pg. 283) But if the Tyger devours the Lamb, that’s not really Satan’s gig, is it? In the New Testament, it isn’t a devil with horns and pitchfork who tortures and kills Jesus. It’s us. Only us.

For as biased, singleminded, and plain crazy Rorschach is, he is not wrong about Watchmen‘s world being rudderless.5 That’s what makes Watchmen the songs of experience to golden and silver age superhero comics’ songs of innocence — we cannot find a divinely touched hero to worship in its pages, not even the supremely powerful Dr. Manhattan. Indeed, in Chapter 5 it is Rorschach, more than any other, who exemplifies Blake’s Tyger. He is dangerous, stalking the forests of the night and, on page 26, literally burning bright.6

Watchmen chapter 5, page 26, panels 2-5. Notable features include a policeman saying "Here be Tygers", and Rorschach burning him brightly.

That phrase, “forests of night”, recurs in one of Blake’s prophetic texts, Europe: A Prophecy. That text is much more difficult to decipher than the Songs, but let’s take a look at the “forests of night” section by itself (Blake’s creative punctuation retained):

Thought chang’d the infinite to a serpent; that which pitieth;
To a devouring flame; and man fled from its face and hid
In forests of night; then all the eternal forests were divided
Into earths rolling in circles of space, that like an ocean rush’d
And overwhelmed all except this finite wall of flesh.
(William Blake: The Complete Illuminated Books pg. 184)

This part of the poem laments humanity’s fall from the infinite to the finite, via the creation of the senses, and the section immediately preceding this one discusses how sight and smell are “barr’d and petrify’d against the infinite.” The serpent seems to be a reference to ancient Druids, whom Blake loved to associate with this fall, and “forests of night” become a sheltering place from this terrifyingly transformed infinitude.

Thus the camera swings around to show us the opposite view. Where in “The Tyger” we’re looking into the forest at the dread burning eyes within, in Europe we flee into the forest to escape the burning outside it. By the end of Chapter 5 in Watchmen we get a similarly reflected perspective. If Rorschach is that Tyger, stalking the forests, he is also the prey of Ozymandias, whose thoughts and plots set him up for the capture he suffers at the chapter’s end. It is Ozymandias who constructs himself a serpent (well, a squid), out of pity for humanity. It consumes millions of lives, leaving behind just a finite wall of dead flesh.

Did He Smile His Work To See?

For that matter, the word “watchman” occurs from time to time in Blake, such as in the eighth plate of America: A Prophecy:

The morning comes, the night decays, the watchmen leave their stations;
(William Blake: The Complete Illuminated Books pg. 161)

The context here is the American Revolution shutting down England’s empire — there’s no more need for guards, as Orc’s morning has set free the “redeemed captives.” We don’t see the night decay in Watchmen until the last few pages of the book, at which point the Watchmen have mostly left their stations — Rorschach dead, Dr. Manhattan missing, Ozymandias turned traitor, and both Nite Owl and Silk Spectre II in hiding, though these last two look to be heading back into the life of adventure. In any case, for Blake the disappearance of these guardian warriors is a good thing, as it means the threat is gone. As he learned after the French Revolution, though, sometimes the threat just changes shape, and there’s every possibility of that after the final page of Watchmen.

There’s an even more interesting permutation of “watchman” in Blake, though: Los himself is repeatedly depicted as a watchman. For example, the frontispiece of Jerusalem depicts Los, “dressed like a London night watchman”, entering a Gothic arch in search of truth, and beginning a journey into the Underworld.(William Blake: The Complete Illuminated Books, pg. 298) In plate 83 of the poem, he refers to himself as “your Watchman”, and the poem narrates his watch over “the meteors & terrors of night”. (Ibid., pg. 380)

We normally see Los as a maker, but here (and elsewhere in Blake’s works) he functions as a guardian and observer. He works throughout the poem to resurrect Albion, the incarnated spirit of England. In fact, Blake saw Albion and Jerusalem as intimately connected in a way that’s beyond the scope of this essay to explicate, but still looms large in the British psyche today — the words to a Blake poem, which has also (confusingly) come to be titled “Jerusalem”, have been set to music and become a sort of unofficial English national anthem.

So if Moore and Gibbons are the Los figures for Watchmen, then in Blake’s iconography, they become watchmen themselves, observing their surroundings and making art to warn us of dangers, to show us what they see. And like Los, perhaps they too work for a resurrection. For Moore especially, I’d venture to say that the project was to guard and revive comics as an art form, to show the capabilities of the medium by way of demonstrating that even the superheroes which dominated it can reveal unexpected depths. Moore has by now renounced comics, having been repeatedly disgusted by the industry which surrounds the medium, but I have to imagine that when he, Gibbons, and Higgins had put the finishing touches on Watchmen, they must have smiled their work to see.

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Endnotes

1 See for example David Simpson’s “Blake and Romanticism” in The Cambridge Companion to William Blake. [Back to post]

2 Perhaps in response, many songwriters have taken it upon themselves to compose music for the songs, ranging from Benjamin Britten to Tangerine Dream. [Back to post]

3 Mark Scarbrough, of Walking With Dante fame, tells a funny story in his Lyric Life podcast, of first encountering this poem via a college English teacher who read the poem out loud, pounding out its beat on a desk with such near-sexual abandon that afterwards she dismissed class five minutes in, waving the students away and telling them to, “go do what comes naturally.” What came naturally for Scarbrough was to immediately change his major to English. [Back to post]

4 He also wasn’t afraid to include Milton in his prophecies, including an extended meditation in which the great poet’s spirit enters Blake’s body via his foot. Not kidding. [Back to post]

5 Though I would argue he is wrong about it being morally blank. [Back to post]

6 Not to mention, the cop literally refers to Rorschach as a Tyger in the preceding panel. [Back to post]

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