Last updated on December 21st, 2012 at 10:26 am
When I was – god.. let’s just say younger ..I happened upon a Swamp Thing cartoon. At the time I thought it was all kinds of awesome. I mean, I had no idea who Swamp Thing was – not really – and this cartoon was essentially about a guy covered in moss who could do stuff like stretch his arm, make his body turn all spikey and control trees fighting against (what I thought) was a vampire, frankensteins and werewolves.
Here’s the intro to the cartoon if you have no idea or through morbid curiosity want to know what a 7 year old Pete thought was cool.
Yeah, that’s right – it’s totally awesome. Right down to some poorly re-worked Wild Thing cover.
Either way, this to me was awesome. As someone who ran home after the first ten minutes of Beetlejuice this was the closest i’d probably ever get to horror.
So, thinking I was safe I took my allowance and my bike and went to the local comic book store.
when I asked the shop-keep where the Swamp Thing comics were, he smiled strangely and pointed me towards the back issues. They all smelt like cigarettes and homelessness and I dived in looking for a cool cover.
That’s when I found one:
Sweet. Swamp Thing would be fighting against a werewolf. I can do that.
I paid the money and biked home. I popped off the foulest smelling plastic and then dove right in. What I got scared me and shook me far more deeply than the first ten minutes of Beetlejuice.
There is something very offputting and eerie about the art of Steven Bissette and John Totleben. Pages aren’t laid out so much as smashed, dripped and chiseled into place. Dialogue and word balloons were… well, it was hard to comprehend. I mean, up to this point the only real comic I’ve ever read were Super Mario Brothers issues and copies of Tintin, Lucky Luke and Spirou that I borrowed from the library.
This felt like something completely other.
I mean, this would be the equivalent to having Gershwin open for the Clash.
Any rules that my mind had formed for comics were destroyed and crippled by this one issue.
Alan Moore’s script – which was essentially comparing menstrual cycles to lycanism was brilliant and far too deep for me. I don’t think I really got what was going on. I just know that scenes like this –
This was my ‘first’ comic. This was the comic that made a fan from me. This was the comic that basically made me decide to become a life long fan – and the joke is – I was frightened of it.
To this day, I try to read the Alan Moore Swamp Thing run once a year, every year I find someone new to love in it, but I still frightens me.
Pete DeCourcy is EiC of ComicBookDaily.com. He tumbls over at You Practically Rock and writes for The Simple Art of Crime. If you have any questions or demands of him, he can be reached via email at pdecourcy[at]comicbookdaily[dot]com