Kid Eternity

Grant Morrison & Duncan Fegredo Kid Eternity (1991)
I bought it when it first came out as three prestige format books - as I seem to recall them being termed. I read it once, didn't understand it, then eventually flogged it on eBay. I moved to the United States, and now I've bought it again reasoning that it couldn't have been that bad, surely?

It isn't, but I see why I only read it once then flogged it.

Kid Eternity was some golden age character, a small boy who lived on a boat with an old sea captain who could summon up historical persons from beyond the grave - presumably George Washington and some other guys, but mainly George Washington - to help him foil nautical bank robberies or fight monsters or whatever it was he did for a living. Fast forward to the early nineties and pow - the comic book had grown up and thus was every other creaky old cape botherer from the forties and fifties deemed ripe for revival as an edgy, angst ridden Tarantino knock off; and DC comics had stood Grant Morrison in front of one of those automatic tennis ball launchers - but loaded with money - because he was a terrible infant, for which I'm sure there's probably some French term.

Duncan Fegredo's art is frequently beautiful, and there are some incredible panels in this thing; but I've often found him too dark in a general sense, with page after dark brown page obscuring whatever the hell is supposed to be happening and to whom in an amorphous wash of muddy paint splatter and scratchy lines. This wouldn't be a problem if Morrison hadn't left so much of the actual story telling up to the art, presumably for the sake of mood. I mean, it's not entirely awful, and most of it's easy enough to follow if you're paying attention and don't mind not knowing what the fuck is supposed to be happening until long after it's happened; but, with the best will in the world, it's DC's pseudo-mystical cosmos divided into chaos and order beefed up with a shitload of chaos magic bullshit of the kind favoured by people who own way too many Coil albums* and who take them far too seriously - people who, like Grant, genuinely believe that dark matter, the missing mass of the universe could be human consciousness; and we learn that during his golden age youth, Kid Eternity was actually being bummed flat by that horny old kiddy-fiddling sea captain, because why wouldn't he be? There's also a recurring sequence about urban legends, but it's anyone's guess how it relates to the whole. Kid Eternity is better than the Invisibles, for which it reads like a warm up act, but that's not saying much. It has some really nice ideas, but much of the flavours are lost in the soupy whole.

*: By my estimation I'd say that nobody really needs more than no albums by Coil.