The only other Joshua Quagmire comic I've read was the first issue of Critters, which I read some time last year. The Cutey Bunny story in that issue was dark, meditating on the destruction of Hiroshima and Nagasaki during the Second World War. Today's comic ventures into no such serious waters. Though published in the early 80s, Quagmire's comic retains the sensibilities of the older underground comix, rather than the brand of undergrounds typified by RAW that were appearing at the time. There's lots of bouncing breasts, sex jokes, and parodies of well-known and regarded public figures. The story is also comedically metatextual, in that Quagmire himself appears and is thrown out of a window before finishing the story. Perhaps this is why it makes little sense. My experience of underground comix has always been that, though. One of the wonderful things about this genre is that it is dedicated to pointing out to us that virtually nothing that we experience in life makes any sense - we make sense of it, but it doesn't make sense in and of itself. Maybe this is one of the skills, that of narrativizing, that reading imparts to us.
Maybe some more Cutey Bunny tomorrow. Or maybe not. You never can tell.
To be continued.
No comments:
Post a Comment