Well, that’s it, then. It’s been a solid month of the U. S. military
dropping bombs on Afghanistan, and from where I sit, wearing my
“Brooklyn FDNY Squad 1” t-shirt hand-carried on an actual plane flight
for me by the genius Brian Wood, brought past the security guards armed
with M-16s straight out of JFK airport… it doesn’t really look to me
like it’s really been all that effective.
Sure, it’s gotten folks who normally wouldn’t give a thought to such
things to address their new-found patriotism, but there are those who’ve
always sort of had a thing for the ol’ red-white-and-blue.
Ande Parks is one of those guys. Ande’s done a book that most people
haven’t heard of, because he didn’t solicit his work through the direct
market. You can only get his collected Uncle Slam stories from him, at a
convention, or ordered from Ande’s
especially now. Because who doesn’t need to read a comic book about
America’s greatest hero, now living in hiding and hunted by the very
country he’d sworn to protect? With a robot dog. And a hole in his head.
And a bubble pipe. And his girlfriend, the former CIA agent.
Here’s the introduction I wrote for the Uncle Slam and Fire Dog
trade paperback collection; see if this doesn’t make you want to get a
hold of a copy and forget what’s going on in the world for a day or so:
God bless America.
Maybe it’s the fact that my grandfather was one of the tired, poor,
huddled masses yearning to breathe free when he was a boy of eight years
old, and sailed into this country with his sisters from the Ukraine.
Maybe it’s how his by-the-bootstraps, rough-and-tumble youth in Hell’s
Kitchen in the 1920s was glorified in our family with the gauze-filtered
reverence of a Francis Ford Coppola film. Maybe it’s how it was
impressed upon us that America is the land of freedom, and while his
journey was one of hardship, it all fell away when he saw Lady Liberty.
Or maybe it’s because I was an impressionable pre-teen when our country
was gripped by an orgy of national pride in 1976.
Maybe it’s Bill Murray’s speech in the third reel of Stripes.
Whatever it is, I’ve always had a big ol’ soft-spot for the unapologetic
And whether he wants to admit it or not, so does Ande Parks.
You can tell.
Ande, as well as his partners-in-crime, Phil Hester, Gordon Purcell, and
Andy Kuhn, all, to a man, embrace unashamedly what is, at first glance,
a bit of an old saw in comics: the Great American Hero. In these pages,
you’ll find the Average Joe sacrificing himself to Do Good for His
Country; you’ll find a powerful hero bedecked in the ol’
red-white-and-blue; you’ll find the trusty sidekick, the shadowy
government forces, the villains, the gadgets, the wry pop culture
references, the subtle winks to the audience… in short, you’ll find
all the trappings of the standard superhero…
…and Ande and the boys turn it all on its head.
Just when you think you know where it’s going, the story careens right
up to that Big Cliché…
…and makes a deft and skillful ninety degree turn, and we’re all off
to the races.
It starts in the logo, believe it or not. It says Uncle Sam ostensibly,
in the stencilled letters the military uses, but between the S and the
A, shouldering its way into the type, is what looks to be an
afterthought. There it is. An L. Uncle Slam. Before we
even pick up the book, the logo puts us on notice that this
story, this character, these guys responsible are going to take our
expectations and give ’em all a good shake.
Then you open it up, and it’s a roller coaster blur of goodness.
The main character: right out of Hollywood casting: chiseled jaw,
confident pose. Stars on his barrel chest and a US belt-buckle. But he’s
blowing bubbles out of that Fred MacMurray pipe, and his eye’s been shot
out. The dog is the brains of the outfit.
You just don’t see comic books like this in the Ukraine.
Only in America.
God bless America.
Uncle Slam Dot Com. Tell Ande I
sent you his way.
Some of the men have obviously been shot, but not bad enough to drop
them. We’re back far enough to make out the details of the environment,
now: the absolute middle of email@example.com
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