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Stan! Lee! Writes! X-Men!

Christopher Rush

The Strangest Super-Heroes of All!

In September of 1963, the hardworking creative team of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby followed up their tremendously successful Fantastic Four with their latest two modern-age heroic teams: the Avengers, a gathering of adult, costumed, science-powered heroes (and the god of thunder), many of whom had been recently introduced in the long-running anthology series Tales of Suspense, Tales to Astonish, and Journey into Mystery; and the X-Men, a gathering of genetically-mutated teenagers banded together with the common goal of creating a world in which humans (homo sapiens) and mutants (homo superior) could live in peace and harmony.  With these releases, the modern (now known as the Silver Age) Marvel Comics Group was born, and the world of comics was changed forever.  Shortly thereafter, the Marvel universe we know today (generally speaking) came into existence: Dr. Strange, Daredevil, Nick Fury, and, of course, your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man (not to mention all the villains).  The ’60s were certainly a remarkably fecund time for creativity, and I certainly wouldn’t want to disparage the talents of any of these world-changing men … but sometimes Stan Lee’s writing gets a bit silly.  The preponderance of exclamation marks, especially, is noticeably embarrassing, as well as the Bullpen’s unwillingness to take their own work seriously (at least as evidenced by the letters columns in so many early issues of these series — though it is certain Lee, Ditko, Kirby, Rosen, and the gang did take their work seriously, their overly-self-effacing tone is irritating at best).  Without giving away too many plot spoilers, below is a collection of reviews for the first nineteen issues of the X-Men canon, written by me mostly this past summer when the sun was shining and the birds were singing and I was delighting in staying inside reading comic books.

1) “X-Men”

Little remains to be said about this issue that hasn’t been said several times in several ways.  One thing that stood out to me when re-reading this was the meticulous precision Xavier requires: three seconds for this, three seconds for that.  I suppose that is a good tactic, but their training sessions in the first few issues seem so brief it’s hard to tell when they actually do their real training (in between issues/major battles, most likely).  Another noteworthy element is their teenage antics and rivalries.  It’s easy to forget after so many decades’ worth of issues and stories they started out as petulant, hormone-driven, brash neophytes.  Bobby Drake, in his snowman form, plays the class clown well; his antagonism with Warren is intriguing, almost as much as his disinterest in Jean’s arrival.  Warren is as overconfident as the rest, despite the fact all they’ve done is train in Xavier’s study (not even the basement, let alone called the Danger Room yet).  Hank is not yet the mathematical/scientific genius he becomes soon — he is just a muscle-bound gruff who takes no orders from “Slim” Summers.  They really are not a team at this point.  We do not yet know how long they have been doing this, but it must have been some time — even though Jean is thrown into combat with Magneto on her first day at the school!  The cockiness of the X-Men combined with Xavier’s willingness to just send them against Magneto makes for an odd beginning point on reflection, but there is none of Xavier and Magneto’s backstory here, not yet.  Xavier knows there are evil mutants in the world, but we don’t know how he knows this yet.

Perhaps the oddest thing is the army’s appreciation for what the X-Men do — no real antagonism for the X-Men here (though maybe they weren’t paying attention and don’t think the X-Men are mutants).  It is quite telling reading this so close to having read Graphic Novel #4 and the premiere of the New Mutants — despite the team’s success against Magneto, Xavier’s reticence to let the New Mutants combat evil mutants makes this original mission of the real first class of X-Men almost foolhardy.  Other little details make this more quaint than anything else: Xavier’s Rolls Royce, the mind-powered airplane, Magneto’s Wicked Witch of the West impersonation with the message in the sky, Cyclops’s slicing through Magneto’s magnetic waves — strange, in retrospect.  At least “The Dream” of humans and mutants living in harmony is there from the beginning.  We shouldn’t expect fifty years of accretions and connections to be there from the premiere.  Another positive is the absence of clear origins allows for more detailed character development later on.  It’s a decently good start, all in all.

2) “No One Can Stop the Vanisher”

Somehow, not only have the X-Men gained some sort of notoriety in New York for fending off Magneto down in Florida, but also the populace knows their code names.  Why the Angel is a favorite among the ladies is unclear, considering his face is covered by a mask like Scott and Hank — perhaps the ’60s girls liked the wings.  The beginnings of limitations on their powers is a good development especially this early in the series — despite their overconfidence (perhaps because of), it wouldn’t be good to have a group of teenage mutants with no limitations beyond inexperience.  Bobby Drake is still the source of humor; his riding in the back of an ice cream truck (and stealing three chocolate chip pops) is a lighthearted highlight missing from issues these days.  Hank’s linguistic style is starting to form, which is another nice development into the more-familiar version of the character, but it’s definitely in the early stages — he’s still more brute muscle with a touch of ego than physicist at this point.  The X-Men still do not function well as a team; their antagonisms toward each other drive them more than following Xavier’s Dream, as well as their desire (the guys, at least) to impress Jean.

The Vanisher is an oddly-designed villain.  Though he at least wants something tangible, his ability to vanish shouldn’t make him that much of a threat, which is probably why he has hired hooligans to take care of things just in case.  He apparently can’t teleport things he can’t carry, so if the government just stopped keeping secret plans on tabletops he wouldn’t be much of a problem.  The FBI liaison Fred Duncan is an odd addition as well, considering Xavier is supposedly the strongest mind on the planet (who insists on keeping his connection to the X-Men a secret).  Why he’d need a special machine to amplify his thoughts (especially since he piloted a plane with all X-Men aboard from New York to Florida in the first issue without one) from New York to D.C. makes little sense.  Certainly the most intriguing aspect of the issue is Professor Xavier’s willingness to mind-wipe the Vanisher with little to no moral hesitation — it took the mutilation of Wolverine for him to do it to Magneto in the impressive Fatal Attractions storyline 30 years later!  Well, it’s still early yet.  Lee is still working out who they are and why they do what they do.  We can take comfort in the fact moral implications for their actions will become a more palpable aspect of these characters and their stories, especially when Chris Claremont takes the reins.

3) “Beware the Blob”

Everybody loves Jeannie.  But few of them will admit it.  Xavier’s reticence to announce his love for Jean is based on his physical shortcomings, not any relational transgressions between student and teacher.  Now-Scott (no longer “Slim”) Summers’s reticence is based on his fear of losing control over his optic blast, finally adding a sympathetic aspect to his character.  Unfortunately this sympathy is short-lived once he attacks the Blob (from behind!) with no real provocation, making the X-Men seem more like the Yancy Street Gang.  Further character development comes in Hank’s refinement into both a student of advanced mathematics and a humorist as nimble vocally as he is physically.  Even with these advancements (and Warren’s first indication of his wealth), the X-Men show all their individual training has made them individual fighters, with little ability to work together as a team.  Once again they get captured individually and need Xavier to save the day, and once again Xavier mind-wipes the bad guys with little to no moral hesitation.  Since he is only erasing their knowledge of the school’s location and their identities (by which I assume Stan Lee means what they look like under their masks), it is slightly less malicious than what he did to the Vanisher.  They may have triumphed together, but only because Xavier saved them.  They still have a lot to learn.

4) “The Brotherhood of Evil Mutants”

Meanwhile, one year later … (have the X-Men really been training for a year since Jean arrived in issue 1?)  With this issue, X-Men begins to hit its initial stride.  Lee and Kirby finally deliver an issue with layers of conflict, genuine motivation, and a satisfactory payoff.  The House of Ideas was big on beginning their new series with origin stories, but the X-Men did not really get one, nor do the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants.  Though Xavier told us a bit of his origin in issue 1 (being born to parents who worked on the A-bomb and in the wheelchair because of a childhood accident — which soon is either retconned, proven a lie, or forgotten by Lee), we don’t yet know of any of the origins of the X-Men themselves (Jean did say she has had this power all her life, not since puberty, which becomes the typical moment for x-power appearances later in the X-Universe).  The Scarlet Witch comes closest to having the next origin revealed, though we aren’t certain it is the first appearance of her hex power, since the enraged villagers know her already, nor do we know why Quicksilver wasn’t there to help but Magneto was.  Quicksilver from the beginning is set as a morose, morally ambiguous character whose main concern is the safety of his sister: since she feels obligated to stay with Magneto, he stays with her (even though he does prevent the destruction of innocent civilians at the end).  Though this issue is before we know of Magneto’s Nazi-affected past, it’s difficult not to find something odd in his use (through Mastermind at first) of very Nazi-like soldiers in his usurpation of Santo Marco.  His genocidal tendencies against homo sapiens becomes very complex once that aspect of his past is uncovered.  The great astral plane confrontation between Xavier and Magneto is a nice (albeit brief) beginning to their conflict (until we find out they knew each other long ago, rewriting what Xavier says here and in the first issue): “You have made your choice — forever we are mortal foes!” declares Magneto; a very chilling, exciting moment.

Once again the X-Men have great difficulty in working as a team, though their vocal antagonisms to each other are fading away a bit (Bobby still seems to love ice cream).  Considering how powerful Xavier is supposed to be, it doesn’t make too much sense he has to throw himself from his chair to protect them from the blast instead of just mentally forcing these youngsters to stop in their tracks.  As mentioned above, the X-Men need someone else to save the day — this time it’s Quicksilver, and Magneto escapes again.  With Xavier’s powers gone, and the X-Men on a losing streak, they really need to get their teamwork together.  After a whole year, they should be better at this “stopping evil mutants” career, even if they are still teenage students with only four known battles’ worth of experience.

5) “Trapped: One X-Man!”

Stride: broken.  This supposed year of training did not really prepare them for this extra-terrestrial adventure, despite what Xavier says at the end.  Once again the X-Men prove they are not yet a fighting team — they care more for each other’s well-being than for accomplishing their mission.  I’m not saying these young heroes should not care for each other, but most of their battles against their doppelgängers (the inaccurately-named “Brotherhood” of Evil Mutants) consist of getting initially ambushed, stopping their pursuit to help each other out, then catching up and somehow figuring out how to end it in some coincidental fashion.  Marvel Girl can lift a half-dozen girls up onto a theater marquee but she can’t lift Beast?  Why not just have her engulfed by the mob instead of too weak to raise him up?  Her parents visit for five minutes after her being away for an entire year?  How did Xavier get so many government contacts before the X-Men even went semi-public?  Why did Magneto send a rocket to pick up Toad after he said he’d rather have Angel anyway?  Why did he let the X-Men escape with it if he controls the rockets himself?  This issue may have been written a bit too hastily.  The populace has gone from “in love with the X-Men” to “willing to assassinate the Toad for making a mockery of Track and Field,” which at least makes Xavier’s Dream a bit more necessary.  The Danger Room is set on automatic — a terribly careless design.  The lack of leadership by Cyclops continues, and Beast is the more decisive one in the assault on Asteroid M.  Scarlet Witch’s surprise at Magneto’s willingness to kill the Angel is bizarre, considering he was just willing to blow up millions of civilians back in Santo Marco (either a day ago according to the X-Men, or weeks ago according to the Brotherhood — time passes by differently in outer space, after all).  Angel finally shows some internal strength in his ability to withstand Magneto’s sensory inundation torture, which is at least one small positive aspect to this issue.

The series of magical conclusions at the end makes for a disappointing finish to the impressive first part of this conflict in the previous issue: Magneto forgets about the X-Men while confronting Quicksilver, Marvel Girl hurls a canister through “unbreakable” glass, all the X-Men have to do to survive the thousands of deadly darts is duck behind the doorway, someone somewhere somehow started detonating bits and pieces of Asteroid M, Mastermind goes from being able to mesmerize an entire nation to someone whose illusions are easily ignored, Iceman creates an ice tunnel that protects Cyclops and Angel from the vacuum of space, Magneto allows the X-Men to escape on his magnetically-controlled rocket, and Xavier was pretending to have lost his powers to test the X-Men against the Brotherhood as their final exam!  The X-Men have faced three foes (if you lump Magneto and the Brotherhood together as one): Magneto escaped, Xavier mind-wiped the Vanisher and the Blob, Quicksilver disarmed the bomb and saved Santo Marco, and the Brotherhood escaped — how could he realistically consider them passing their “final exam”?  Don’t get me wrong — I enjoy X-Men and the X-Universe very much (at least until, basically, Onslaught), but this issue is definitely a step backward in the creative process of developing the heroes, villains, and consistency (if I may use such a term) of the X-Universe.

6) “Submariner Joins the Evil Mutants”

Scott Summers finally puts on his man pants.  At least one leg — he still has some work to do.  He finally smiles and cracks some wise with his co-students (who, despite having “graduated” last issue still have student routines and relationships) during dinner.  Hank, having read up on his calculus, has for some reason retrograded to Advanced Math.  No mention is given about Jean or anyone having redesigned their uniforms (at least not that I could see), so why she has changed into a Scarlet Witch/Batgirl pastiche is as mysterious as how the team first got together, why Magneto insists on using (or not) his powerful weapons, and why Magneto is strong enough to carry a fully-loaded, fully-manned tanker 50 miles but can’t contain the X-Men who still aren’t masters of their own powers.

One of the few bright spots (along with a better appearance for Wanda and Pietro than last issue, as well as a nice turn from Namor) in this issue is the development of Scott Summers.  Not only is he showing some diverse emotions and humor, but also he finally starts commanding the X-Men in battle — true, Warren does not listen, but since he gets into trouble for not listening and Cyclops comes pretty close to rescuing him and Hank, Cyclops seems finally to be taking some leadership in the field (after Angel called most of the shots last issue and Hank’s leadership turn in Fantastic Four 28).  Also, Scott says he is finally starting to master the diverse fields and ranges of his power beam, which is good since it’s been over a year.  He has already demonstrated control over fine-tune beams (Hank’s hand here, the lock on the door last issue); it’s about time he starts manipulating angles and field widths as well as increasing his stamina with the more intense blasts.

Bobby is still an anomaly: he clowns around out of costume still (he’s only, what, 15 or so?) and really loves cake and pie, but in the field he has demonstrated so far the most efficient attacks and extemporaneous moves.  His control over his powers is the best developed so far, even though some years down the road he laments his inability to reach his full potential.  Xavier, also, seems to have learned a lesson from the Blob — the X-Men should not force anyone to join them, so he “lets” Pietro and Wanda return to Magneto.  Though some of the sub-plots are forgotten by the end (and Stan Lee loves to talk about Namor in terms of taut steel bands), this issue is definitely a return to the progress made in issue 4.

7) “The Return of the Blob”

Scott Summers’s man pants: fully on.  Though the villains are making little progress, the X-Men are finally developing both as individual characters and as a team.  For two issues in a row now, in far better style than their “final exam” on Asteroid M, the X-Men operate as a team.  True, there are still some flaws in their strategies (like flying a metallic helicopter to meet Magneto) and they do sometimes focus more on their own safety than securing the mission, but they are finally more fluidly attacking their enemies with concerted efforts.  This is just in time, too, since Xavier bows out from not only their education but also their militaristic/peace-keeping endeavors.  We do not know where he is going (or why Cerebro is so large and must be watched constantly), but he has definitely left the right man in charge.  Scott is becoming the man we know from the ’90s — decisive, humble, concerned for others.  He’s not there yet, but his ready acknowledgement Beast is more intelligent and Angel is more charismatic is a good sign for his administrative skills.  His “lonely at the top” persona also begins as he wishes the other graduates well while he stays behind to listen to Cerebro beep incessantly.  He does get a bit too insistent as they dress for their latest ultimate clash with the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, but since it’s their first fight under his leadership without Xavier (against the Blob and the Brotherhood, no less), we can forgive his martinet dunning.

We also get treated to the first off-campus hangout for the gang, Coffee A Go Go — it’s not Harry’s Hideaway, but it is a good start (though awfully dated with the Beatnik satire from Lee).  Beast and Iceman get a bit careless with their mutant talk and actions, but who will believe Beatniks, anyway?  The Blob’s reaction to Magneto’s treachery, while similar to Namor’s last issue, is new enough and one of the best moments in the entire series to date (seven issues in).  He realizes neither “good” nor “evil” side of the mutants has much to offer at this point, and he is correct: both the X-Men and Magneto have yet to fully mature in their motives and tactics.  A few niggling points: no, Art Simek, you didn’t spell all the words correctly (“all right” is two words, not one); the graduation photo at the beginning, while neat, would have made more sense out of costume — especially if they ever want to show it to anyone!  If Magneto is so powerful, why does he still insist on using weaponry, and why has he been saving this warehouse for just such an occasion? and if his strategy included Xavier helping the X-Men, why would it fail if he wasn’t there — why would he need to come up with a better plan without accounting for him?  A good niggling point may be Jean is back to being strong enough to actually lift more than her weight, and Wanda shows more backbone both against Mastermind and in the battle.  The love triangle among Jean, Scott, and Warren gets some more believable development as well (complicated slightly by Warren’s brief infatuation with Wanda).  The issue on the whole, especially for all of these character moments (and others like Mastermind’s humanity and desire for both assistance and Wanda — though a bit lecherous — as well as the continuing disintegration of Wanda and Pietro’s loyalty to Magneto) makes this another good step in the right direction.

8) “Unus the Untouchable!”

After facing Magneto five times in their first seven issues, the X-Men finally get a break against Unus the Untouchable.  We have been waiting for sensible strategies from both the X-Men and the Brotherhood, and strangely enough Magneto is the one to provide it: sending Mastermind as a scout to persuade Unus to join them, instead of attacking full force like with Namor and the Blob.  Fortunately, there is no scene of Magneto’s inexplicable mental powers here; having seen him explore the spaceways and undersea depths in his astral plane form like he’s Doctor Strange, it’s a bit refreshing to see some limitations and even sensibility in Magneto.  Unfortunately, the X-Men do not seem to be on the same plane yet; they are still teenagers, despite now doing their “post-graduate” work.  Why is Jean always training on hands-free huswifery?  When would it possibly be necessary in their mission for Jean to be able to overhand stitch without any hands?  Though Unus’s power is never explained or explored to any meaningful degree, Jean’s telekinetic power certainly could have been of some use — she doesn’t even get to join in the attack!  Considering how careful the X-Men have been for each other’s safety so far, Scott certainly doesn’t need to shout out a secret attack code for “catch me and lower me gently to the ground.”

Hank is the most intriguing aspect of the issue, in his hasty resignation from the team and his apathy toward the fate of humanity.  Though we are shown the first real signs of homo sapiens antagonism to homo superior since the Toad’s track and field display in issue 5, surely Hank hasn’t faced so much he can really be fed up, especially since he was carried away in triumph out of the coffee bar last issue.  Beast’s mathematical skill is finally demonstrated, but why he can’t spend thirty seconds to explain to the team why he is back and enhancing Unus’s powers is bizarre, reminiscent of Reed Richards’s passivity in their recent FF crossover.  The ending, again, is wrapped-up a bit too neatly, especially since the reason Hank quit in the first place still exists, and Cyclops’s apology is thoroughly disingenuous.  The issue is saved to a degree from its illogical aspects by the continuing tension of Angel/Cyclops/Marvel Girl, Bobby developing his ice form instead of his snowman form, the mystery of Xavier searching for Lucifer, Cyclops’s growing leadership skills, and the advent of a new opponent.

9) “Enter, the Avengers!”

Two steps forward, one step back.  This issue was my first experience of the X-Men, from the 1983 collection Mighty Marvel Team-Up Thrillers.  Back then I couldn’t understand why the X-Men were supposedly teenagers, since they looked a lot older than the teenagers I knew around the neighborhood and school.  Additionally, there is very little of the teenage hijinks/dialogue that detracts from some of the other early issues (not that I had read them back then), so the X-Men do not seem like teenagers, especially now that Hank’s dialogue is cementing into his intellectually verbose style.  The issue is a refreshing change for the first half of the story: the X-Men are on vacation of a sort, and they actually show concern for each other (mostly Scott) at a time other than when they should be focusing on conquering the villain of the week.  Another nice touch is they are off on the vacation because Xavier told Scott to bring the X-Men there, despite his earlier declaration he was no longer with the team.  Xavier gets to do something on his own, which is nice, although Lucifer does not prove to be much of an antagonist.

As nice as it is to see the X-Men meet the Avengers finally, and that there is some acknowledgement they exist in the same universe and have both heard of each other, there is no logical need for the teams to fight — all Xavier has to do (purportedly the world’s most powerful mind) is tell both teams at the beginning what the situation is and not wait until the end and just tell Thor.  Though Stan Lee does use the conflict as the crux that allows Xavier to conquer Lucifer, the lack of logical plotting is still a bit disappointing.  The match of Avenger and X-Man is a quaint part of the story and the closest the issue comes to character development, but the Wasp defeating Marvel Girl with the old “hair in the eyes” trick is a bit embarrassing.  The only other character bits are Marvel Girl’s internal recognition that Scott can’t requite her love since he is their leader, which is a good progression from previous issues that had her more petulant at his lack of reciprocation.  The team-work of Cyclops and Xavier in diffusing the bomb is the most impressive aspect of the issue, in that it finally acknowledges the limitations of Xavier’s telepathic abilities (not his non-existent telekinetic abilities he has sometimes displayed) as they work in conjunction with Cyclops’s controlled fine-field blast.  He still needs to work on his endurance, especially as the “interim” leader of this group, but he’s getting his act together.

The ending, though, is a mixture of the emotionally moving and the mind-blowingly inane: Xavier gets to show some personal emotion about the loss of his legs years ago, which is great to see, and the X-Men finally actually defeat a foe without resorting to morally-questionable mind tampering (not counting Xavier’s knock-out work earlier), and what do they do once they have prevented Lucifer from destroying the world? … Let him go with a “see, we beat you, so there”!  No, it is not enough he has been defeated; it is not enough there is no place too remote to escape their retribution (it took 10 years for Xavier to find him this time!).  The X-Men have to stop letting their enemies go, otherwise there is no real point in their existence.  The X-Universe needs an Arkham Asylum.

10) “The Coming of … Ka-Zar!”

Issue 10 sees some progress in the main structure of the series, though some common elements present from the beginning are still around (some good, some bad).  Instead of the next “go find the latest mutant” story, we know from the beginning Ka-Zar is not a mutant — but the X-Men are so bored of just training/post-graduate practice they beg to seek him out anyway (even though Washington apparently knows nothing needs to be done, despite the news coverage).  This is an issue that could have used some more follow-up to the previous issue.  Professor X has just returned from his mysterious absence, which turned out to be a personal vigilante expedition against mostly-feckless Lucifer (whom he just let go!), only to return to the mansion without any explanation or justification.  It is good Cyclops is taking the lead, now that we have some clarity to the hierarchy of leadership, but Professor X seems to have lost a fair amount of authority lately.  Similarly, Angel’s lack of diligence goes unnoticed.  It makes sense he would be the one with the most contact with the outside world, since he is part of a financially substantial organization/family, but shouldn’t he be tending to his responsibilities and not just watching the news?  Another unfortunate hangover from their “graduate studies” is the attack-first mentality, and Cyclops still is one of the main culprits.  They know they are there to investigate, but instead of explaining things to Ka-Zar they just acquiesce to brawling.  Suddenly, Ka-Zar is willing to forgive them and help rescue Angel and Jean, which makes little sense.  At least Jean finally is starting to detect something more in Scott’s attitude toward her (shouldn’t she be able to read his thoughts?).  This issue has less X-member antagonisms in it, which is a welcome relief — they should be working better as a team by now, which they finally are, whether they like each other or not.  Hank is becoming more like the technical genius/linguistic humorist we know him to be as well.  Overall, the issue is a nice break from what has become a somewhat tired formula, though it still is hampered by these little flaws and the fact though they are “introducing” Zabu, he really isn’t featured all that much.  The issue is a sign of their maturity heading in the right direction, but they still aren’t fully there yet.

11) “The Triumph of Magneto!”

Though this issue relies on the too-familiar structure of most X-Men issues to date, it breaks the mold (finally) by the end for an actually satisfying deus ex machina ending.  The cover sets the tone for something different: finally Lee and Kirby do not clutter the cover with the juvenile slogans and graphic art that have distracted most of the Marvel covers up to this issue.  By this point, the reader base had to have been big enough they didn’t need to draw childish attention to themselves (though the comments in the letters section and occasional writing intimate Lee still isn’t taking this Universe too seriously yet).  The too-familiar structure begins with Xavier rallying the post-grads together with a “Cerebro has detected a new mutant, so we have to get to him before Magneto does.”  Like the previous issue with Ka-Zar, Xavier indicates it is someone beyond a “regular” mutant, once Cerebro’s new imaging power system gets defeated (somewhat disappointing for the first time of a new feature).

A highlight of this transitional issue is the acknowledgement the X-Men are growing out of their previous pre-grad antics — even though Bobby gets a bit carried away, and Xavier reprimands him — and Bobby is increasing in his powers perhaps better than anyone else on the team.  Another highlight is the lack of explanation of who the Stranger is and the source/origin of his powers.  The Marvel Universe has a fair amount of supernatural beings, but at this point in its inception, most of them are Norse gods and beings.  It’s about time serious supernatural beings with inexplicable powers start to appear (outside of the FF).  Magneto’s defeat, as mentioned above, is satisfying in that it is high time the self-styled “strongest mutant” on the planet gets his comeuppance with nothing but a thought from the Stranger.  His arrogance had debilitated his character — hopefully, when he finally returns from the Stranger’s collection, he will not be so one-sided.  Another fine resolution (in a sense) here is Wanda and Pietro’s abandonment of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants.  They finally realize they no longer owe Magneto anything and leave; their decision is almost meaningless, though, since Mastermind is encased in carbonite and Toad and Magneto are off with the Stranger: there is no more Brotherhood.  The tension between Jean and Scott is still alive, now to the point of Jean’s jealousy appearing pretty quickly.  The cliffhanger is a bit over the top, but one must remember the era.  The cheesy moments are still here (especially in Cerebro having cardstock nameplates for its warning device — you’d have hoped a bit more forward thinking would rule out, but even Lester Del Rey had difficulties with that), but it is another good issue heading in the right direction.

12) “The Origin of Professor X”

From a rational perspective, the main premise of this issue is a bit cheesy: Xavier is fearful the worst menace ever to attack the X-Men is pounding its inexorable way to the mansion, so he takes this opportunity to tell them the story of his childhood.  Either Juggernaut is terribly slow, or Charles’s storytelling pace is quite rapid.  Perhaps the most groan-worthy aspect of the issue is the sudden realization “oh, wait, we have a gigantic metal inner wall of protection — I just remembered that!” and it is during this scene of heightened urgency to raise this last line of defense Warren, Bobby, and Hank resume their recently-abandoned hijinks and in-fighting.  The third, and smallest, niggle in this issue is actually resolved well — the other X-Men learning of Cerebro.  Why Charles and Scott wanted it a secret from the others for so long makes no sense, especially since they just talked about its visualizing capability in the previous issue in front of everyone.  It’s good finally to let the others know part of the mechanism responsible for sending them on so many seek-and-invite missions, especially now that they are graduates.

With the three main blemishes of the issue out of the way, we can highlight some of the good merits of this issue.  As a whole, the issue works (putting the timing element aside) quite well, both as an increasing suspense build-up and as a set-up for the next issue.  Though we have already had two-part-like issues with the X-Men, this is really the first preview (admittedly in a very microcosmic form) of the longer cross-over/extended storylines to come.  We have had several stand-alone issues already, almost to the point of A-Team-like predictability and formula.  Though some may argue (rightly) today we have too many mega-crossovers and events and not enough simple, self-contained stories, this does not take away from the necessity at this point in the X-Universe to develop longer stories and rounded characters.  Making Cain Marko Charles’s step-brother instead of half-brother or true brother distances the intrigue somewhat — it would have been much more interesting (especially before the Cassandra Nova nonsense) to make them true brothers, since Magneto’s early connection to Charles hadn’t been invented yet.  The drama with their parents is rescued from sheer melodrama by Kurt’s dying regrets and sincerity.  Charles’s early life is more reminiscent of Magneto in a way, with the feeling of superiority over mere mortals.  It seems rather unlikely Charles and Cain would be serving together in the same platoon in Korea, coupled with the unlikelihood that Cyttorak’s temple just so happens to be slightly off their patrol lines fully open for anyone to enter.  Charles’s excuse for abandoning Cain, that he no longer exists because he has been possessed by the gem, is rather weak.  Perhaps some of his guilt for abandoning him helps motivate Charles to become a protector of mankind and advocate for equality.

13) “Where Walks the Juggernaut!”

Delivery: failure.  Here is another example of the problem with the early Marvel Age: incredible villains, too powerful to be beaten realistically.  After a pretty intense build-up/introduction in the previous issue, with Xavier proclaiming how unstoppable he was all the time, we probably should have been prepared for a letdown with how the X-Men were going to defeat a supposedly unconquerable foe.  The brief cameo by Daredevil is a nice touch; the lengthier appearance of Johnny Storm is also a nice aspect of the issue — especially since he isn’t terribly crucial to the solution, despite Xavier’s declarations.  Perhaps the most confusing element is the identity of Cain Marko/Juggernaut.  Is there such a person, still, as Cain Marko or not?  Xavier didn’t think so back in the Korean War, which was part of his justification in abandoning him under all that rubble.  Juggernaut himself says for most of this issue there is no Cain Marko.  But, at the end, without his telepathy-proof helmet, Cain’s juvenile petulance emerges again, with his motivation for killing Xavier coming out as a whine.  Though this works on one level, it betrays the entire “there is no Cain Marko” buildup — why would Juggernaut even feel motivated to seek out Xavier in the first place if there was no Cain Marko psyche fueling him?  It’s just confusing.

Xavier is morally ambiguous again, mind-wiping friend and foe alike then following it up with an attempt at broom humor.  Before Wolverine and Cable were the major loose cannons, Xavier was the real loose cannon of the X-Men.  He may look like Picard, but he’s definitely Kirk at heart.  If we look at Jean’s ability to pick up Juggernaut fairly easily (if only briefly) compared to her inability to even move Blob not as a mistake, it then is a good sign of her continued growing facility with her abilities.  The team is working together well (though Xavier intimates most of it was by his power, amplified by his latest machine), even better than ever.  The Juggernaut’s strength perhaps is best seen not in his easy defeat but in the fact the X-Men are actually wounded for the first time in a significant way.  The set-up does not really pay off too well as a whole, but there are enough bits and pieces that salvage this issue and the direction in which the series is going.

14) “Among Us Stalk … the Sentinels!”

This issue has a lot of things going for it in terms of developing and expanding the X-Universe, making it the multifaceted dangerous place (especially for mutants) we know it to be today (at least before M-Day).  Though it does still utilize the tired “this … no, this … no, this is the most dangerous foe we’ve ever encountered!” structure (even Professor Xavier, as smart as he is, should be tired of saying that each time they encounter someone new), at least the foe this time is not the latest Cerebro-discovered mutant.  We are here introduced to Bolivar Trask and his Sentinels, though they don’t remain “his” for very long.  With his proclamation (and the utter gullibility of the world’s newspapermen, apparently), the pockets of anti-mutant sentiment burgeon into outright bigotry and hysteria.  Xavier displays his great political power in a quick response, in that he can basically order the major television network to give him an on-air debate with Trask immediately.  (This is a bit of a plot hole: if the Sentinels attack the next evening, why is Jean still on the train? why is Angel only just getting home?)  Considering the ease with which Xavier has been mind-wiping his foes for most of the series’ run, it’s somewhat bemusing he doesn’t just read Trask’s mind right away to understand what he is about and then discover the Sentinels before they attack — especially since he has no compunction against keeping an entire studio full of civilians brain-locked just so they can’t see his association with the X-Men.  The still-diminished power of the X-Men is another frustrating aspect of this still-early issue: we are continually told they have been training and fighting intolerance for years — so why are their powers still so weak?  Why does Cyclops need to recharge after every big blast?  Why does Jean still need to take a break after raising things with her mind?  I understand they are still teenagers, but if we are to believe they are capable of defeating so many otherwise unstoppable foes and saving mankind from itself, they have to start getting really good at what they do.

With that said, the Sentinel story is a welcome change (even though it does take away from the more-interesting anti-mutant storyline with Trask).  The all-too brief character moments are another welcome addition, and the issue would certainly have benefited from more of them instead of making all their vacation scenes end so abruptly.  The close-up panels on Scott are some of the better panels in several issues, in part because we get the feeling we are really connecting with him, just like we do in a roundabout way when Xavier watches Scott leave for his secret vacation.  Like many of these early issues, this has its flaws, but like many of these early issues, it has its bright spots that keep our interest going in the world’s most unusual teenagers.  “Now” (to them), the original readers only had to wait one month for the next installment (despite the protests by the Bullpen Gang only a few issues before they didn’t have the staff to make X-Men a monthly magazine).  We’ll see if it is a disappointing conclusion like the end to the Juggernaut story was — but again, the main thing to remember is that even though the logic and details are somewhat sketchy, the X-Universe is finally becoming a rich, diverse place.

15) “Prisoners of the Mysterious Master Mold!”

Again the Marvel Comics Group proves it has difficulties with multiple-part storylines.  There are some good moments in this issue, as with most of them, but the lack of planning/thinking-through who/what the Sentinels are becomes even more apparent than it was in their inaugural issue.  The Sentinels are supposed to be connected and aware of what is going on (in a Borg-like hive-mind), but some of them do not know the X-Men are mutants or that they are even under attack, despite the fact the automatic defenses are blaring and blasting away.  Why some Sentinels don’t attack the X-Men on sight is unclear and confusing.  So, too, is Xavier’s need to remind them they have been training for two years for this very thing: shouldn’t they have this down by now?  Bolivar Trask’s rather quick change of heart concerning the X-Men and mutants is another short-sighted element of this still-early story.  Trasks’s ability to create the sentient demagogue Master Mold is similarly inexplicable.

The Beast’s backstory is disappointingly reminiscent of Professor X’s history: are all mutants the same, or was the creative team so overwhelmed with monthly issues they couldn’t actually be creative?  I’m uncertain whether Xavier’s astral form danger is interesting and dramatic or just corny — magnetic discharges affect the astral plane?  The best part of the issue is the continuing development of the X-Men fighting and operating as a team (though the flying ice disc is remarkably inane).  This is also the first issue (of the X-Men series, at least) in which the Bullpen gets its own separate page, freeing up the letters pages to concentrate on letters and their insincere replies.  We also learn the “Marvel Pop-Art Productions” signs on recent issues were a serious attempt to change the name of the company — we can be very grateful they realized so soon how idiotic that notion was.  After some impressive years of burgeoning success with the FF, Avengers, Spider-Man, Daredevil, X-Men, and others, why is the Marvel Comics Group still not taking itself seriously?

16) “The Supreme Sacrifice!”

Back on track (again).  This issue is much better than the middle section of the story and one of the better issues in quite some time, despite the continual deus ex machina-like resolutions.  It’s nice Stan Lee is a fan of classical theater, but its overuse has become trite, along with the “this is our most dangerous foe yet” dialogue still hampering the story at times (especially Xavier’s opening recap-lines, though, fortunately, it is not as prevalent as in the earlier issues).  As nice as it was to have a resolution to the collapsing Sentinel two issues ago, making it a giant crystal that just so happens to be dangling from a nearby building is a bit far-fetched, even for a series based on mutant teenagers.

It’s interesting to note the opening pages of the issues no longer refer to the X-Men as the “most unusual teenagers of all time,” as if the by-now years’ worth of training has seen them move into adulthood (or, at least, their twenties).  This maturity is seen in the diminishing hijinks (especially at the most inopportune times — though Hank still cracks wise at odd times), Scott’s great line encouraging Bobby he’s a man and no longer just a silly kid, and their increasing functionality as a team.  Their teamwork is shown well in their preempted escape from the gravity bubble, made even better by the absence of nonsensical attack pattern names (“Angel, attack plan D-33!” or some such nonsense they used to have that was thankfully dropped — except here Stan Lee takes the time to insert a wisecrack about the lack of rationality/science of the Sentinels’ machines, totally disrupting the seriousness/reality of the situation!).

It is also interesting to note Bobby does not automatically de-ice when he loses consciousness — it’s not a major point, just a small addition to his powers that is nice to know.  Now it is Angel’s turn to feel useless, with no super powers other than his wings — but again the team assures him of his usefulness as he helps them escape, working in tandem with Marvel Girl, who is likewise finally using her powers in skillful, advanced ways.  Her ability to telekinetically work locks is a good development, even if the sudden appearance of a lock mechanism is suspicious.  Trask’s sacrifice is no big surprise and too long in developing, but it is a nice touch.  Again Xavier has no problem mind-wiping allies still in an effort to keep his association from the X-Men a secret — but since Washington already knows about it, his motivation is continually confusing in this area.  The nice resolution is hampered by both Stan Lee’s overt moralizing and the final “whose shadow is approaching the mansion?” panel — just let the story tell itself, Aesop.  There is no need for suspenseful endings by now, either.  This storyline (and its moral) will be a popular form for the X-Men over the years, perhaps most notably with Chris Claremont’s God Loves, Man Kills in the early ’80s.  The Sentinels themselves, a great idea though flawed by lack of thorough planning, will become much better, sleeker opponents in the years ahead, as well.

17) “… And None Shall Survive”

“The way it ought to be!”  Incorporating haunted house suspense into fine character moments, Lee and Co. deliver a pretty impressive issue with only a few flaws.  Hank betrays some brief sexism when he jokes Jean needs her constant chatter just like a woman, but Jean possibly indicates she knows he is joking; it would be a relief to know the smartest X-Man is not gender-biased.  The only other glaring flaw in this issue is Jean “forgets” she can levitate herself with her TK ability.  After all their practice, and the great success she had last issue, why would she just forget she can do that?  Other than those brief moments, the issue as a whole is rather lucid (except for why Magneto is placing the X-Men in a giant steel gondola).  Xavier covers his connection to the X-Men well, the way Magneto traps the X-Men is believable (albeit corny at times) and mildly suspenseful especially as he doesn’t use his magnetic powers to reveal his identity, and the tension of the Worthingtons’ visit supplies some good moments as well.  Xavier admits the families of the students are the weakest links in their identities/security (even though they have all “graduated”), and the Worthingtons’ unwillingness to postpone their visit is good proof of that.  Even though Cyclops told Iceman he was a man like the rest of them in the previous issue, unconscious Bobby still struggles with his need to prove himself, an issue that will not be resolved for several decades.  The first half of the issue focuses on character moments, which adds a great deal of depth (if not verisimilitude) to the X-Universe, as the team has to recover from their Sentinel battle and spend some time being themselves (though still their costumed hero selves).  These sorts of issues really help the series grow.

18) “If Iceman Should Fail!”

The previous issue saw the older X-Men demonstrate a healing power far superior to Wolverine’s recuperative abilities (no doubt this is dropped soon).  Bobby Drake, unfortunately, does not seem to have such good health … until Dr. Thomas injects him with the miraculous, experimental sulfa.  Bobby does a fairly decent job standing up against Magneto, even though not too many people seem to take this issue seriously (including the creative team and characters within it).  Magneto, fresh from his bitterness against the failure of the Brotherhood, decides the best way to take over the world would be to do it himself … by creating a synthetic army from the genes of the Worthingtons using the machines Xavier already has lying around.  The entire steel gondola plan betrays Magneto’s claims to ruthlessness — why not just kill them?  How is he going to take over the world if he can’t even eliminate his biggest enemies when he has the chance?  The Stranger coming at the last moment (looking like the North Wind) to chase away Magneto is another example of the creative team’s inability to come up with a thorough, solid story.  They caved in to fan mail asking to bring Magneto back, brought him back with no real purpose or motivation, and whisked him away again, letting down the interesting potential of some of the moments in this issue: the Worthingtons visiting the school and Bobby having to face Magneto alone.  Bobby does a decent job, as mentioned above, especially in his debilitated condition, hopefully earning him more respect from others (even though Cyclops assured him before he was a man and their equal).  The real outsider left is Jean, wearing her apron in the final panel like the hired help, not the most dangerous telekinetic mind on the planet, who got no thanks at all for her part in rescuing them from the steel gondola.  It’s an up and down issue that falters a bit too much (e.g., Xavier’s mental instruction to Bobby: “You must leave [the hospital] unnoticed!  Form an ice slide at the window!”  An ice slide won’t get him noticed?).

The final point worth mentioning is Xavier’s possession of a “counter ego,” a mental-identity that can perform telekinetic feats when his brain is otherwise incapacitated.  Perhaps this is really the source of Onslaught?  I truly wish this interesting element had received more attention in the intervening years and issues.  Xavier deserves better treatment (as do they all).

19) “Lo!  Now Shall Appear the Mimic!”

As innovative a creator and enthusiastic a personality Stan Lee is, it is quite clear by issue 19 of X-Men he had pretty much run out of ideas.  The Mimic is innovative, sure, but his origin story is fundamentally no different from Xavier’s origin and Beast’s origin: atomic or chemical explosion/accident followed by dominance at everything in school coupled with loss of social acceptance.  Not only does Calvin Rankin copy the powers around him, but his story is a re-hash of most stories we’ve seen already.  The issue does have a good premise with Rankin as the Mimic, as I said before, but Lee fails to follow through in a meaningful way.  He is clearly a mutant (even he knows it), but Cerebro doesn’t register him as one.  The X-Men give up on their defeat of Rankin too quickly, perhaps because of their hubris at the beginning of the issue with their too-easy training.  They had a vacation cut short again and seem to be sick of being X-Men for some inexplicable reason.  Things are too easy, even when confronted by their own powers — the only thing too difficult is having successful romantic lives or being allowed to finish a vacation.  Xavier finishes up the re-hashed episode with once again mind-wiping the foe, this time while he is already down and unconscious from the trickery of Rankin’s father and power-absorbing machine that still works after being buried in rubble for an undisclosed period of time.  If that wasn’t enough, the teaser for the next issue promises the return of three old villains: Unus, the Blob, and Lucifer — that’s supposed to be exciting?  It was time for a writing change, indeed.

House of Ideas: A Dream Defended

Before the X-Universe became thoroughly convoluted by ubiquitous “franchise-wide events” and retconning (though it didn’t actually take them long to start rethinking the origins of these characters), the X-Universe was a fairly simple, straightforward place: Jean Grey was just a girl with telekinetic abilities; Hank McCoy was a human-looking mathematical genius; Bobby Drake was a youthful prankster who loved ice cream; Warren Worthington III was a blonde, natural-feathered millionaire; Scott Summers was a standoffish, Jean-loving leader-in-training; and Charles Xavier was a man with a dream who had never met Magneto before.  The times were simple, but, then again, so, too, were the stories and conflicts.  The development, especially through the Claremont era, made it a much more interesting and enjoyable universe — it is just a shame the writers of today, especially, feel the need to destroy the foundations and characters of yesteryear in order to make the stories of today so shattering and revolutionary (I’m talking to you, Morrison and Bendis).  The characters and stories of the original Stan Lee era are perhaps overly simple, and oftentimes incomplete, but, to be fair, they did lay the foundation for some thrilling and heartbreaking characters, conflicts, and stories to come in a universe that, while not always safe and happy, is always driven by an optimistic dream: freedom and life itself are worth fighting (and dying) for.

Editor’s Note:

Now is the best time to begin reading these classic stories, if you only know of the X-Men and other Marvel superheroes from the recent motion pictures.  We are living in an age of affordable re-prints and trade paperbacks (and collector’s hardcover publications) the like of which has never been seen before.  Fine, reputable local merchants and on-line distributers offer an incredible selection of collections at more-than-reasonable prices, of either the individual titles/series themselves or collections of major cross-over storylines and events.  Additionally, the GIT Corporation released a few years ago several Marvel titles on dvd-rom, collecting digital pdf copies of over 40 years’ worth of complete issues (complete with original covers, advertisements, and letters pages unavailable in the other re-print trades) of the Fantastic Four, X-Men, Avengers, Silver Surfer, Amazing Spider-Man, Ghost Rider, Invincible Iron Man, Captain America, and more.  Though these are out of print currently, they always re-appear on the market sooner or later.  Finally, wonderful Web sites such as newkadia.com and mycomicshop.com have mind-blowing collections of individual issues at unbeatable prices to complete any missing gaps in any collection.  It truly is the best time to catch up on the great past of Marvel (and DC) comics and read some incredible stories.  Excelsior!

Farewell, SCA Today, We Hardly Knew Ye

Christopher Rush

We kid because we love.  For the last few years, despite what light-hearted comments we may have made, in all sincerity we know that several of you worked many long hours (especially Mrs. Spaulding) putting together the quarterly newspaper for Summit Christian Academy.  We at Redeeming Pandora would like to salute your effort by including a list of rejected names for the newspaper.  We shall always think of it as SCA Today, but our hope is that as we peruse and delight in this list of rejected names, we shall always remember the good work you did.

1. We Did This Instead of our Homework

2. The Monthly Newspaper: Published Once a Month

3. Eagle Droppings of News

4. Summit Shenanigans

5. News: Fresh and Moist

6. Naturally Smooth News

7. News So Good You Could Spit

8. Piddlings, Twiddlings, and Resolvings

9. Yesterday’s News Today

10. Daily Summit Pantograph

11. Heraldic Triumph

12. Chiliast Reports

13. Achtung!  It’s Newstime!

14. Uncovered Items of Varying Interest

15. Now You Know

16. Big Bethel Tidbits

17. Hill of Beans

18. News: Hot and Saucy — Texas Style!

19. Straight from the J-Team’s Mouths!

20. Read This

21. The Last Newspaper of Your Lifetime

22. Not For the Squeamish

23. You Have to be This Tall to Read the News

24. Underclass Assessments

25. Kiss Me: I’m on the J-Team

26. We Could Have Done This Without You

27. Cheap News for Cheap Students

28. Fowl Ups

29. Egrets?  I’ve Had a Few…

30. Hydrophobic News for the Unwashed

31. News: Raw and Unshaven

32. WWJRTN?: Why Wouldn’t Jesus Read This Newspaper?

33. Behold, the News!

34. Quiet Please!  News in Progress

35. News to Cheer You Up or Depress You (Whichever)

36. Spauldinglicious

37. News You Can Trust (ish)

38. News for People Who Don’t Read Newspapers

39. News We Broke on Purpose

40. With 6 You Get Eggrolls

41. Which Newspaper Title Will Win?

42. Poindexter Press

43. Hearken to Our News Stories

44. News to Cleanse Your Shame

45. The Bee’s Knees Newspaper

46. Dishwasher and Microwave Safe News

47. Property of PCC

48. News So Clean You Could Lick It

49. E-News on Paper

50. Cheesy Gordita News Crunch

51. No I.D. Needed News

52. News Even Koalas Would Like

53. News to Your Mother

54. News with a Gooey, Nougat Center

55. You Don’t Rock

56. The Rest of the Rest of the Story

57. Value Added News (So You Don’t Have To)

58. Postnews, Postmodern Style

59. Wha-Bam!

60. usNews

61. Headlines Don’t Sell Papes: The J-Team Sells Papes

62. Covenantal Colloquy

63. Terpsichorean Twaddle

64. News to Gird Your Loins By

65. In That Day

66. Sorry I’m Late!

67. No Hands Allowed

68. Plundered News Booty

69. Based on Real Events

70. So Easy Even Summit Can Do It

71. Newslift: No Botox Included

72. This News May Include Peanuts

73. News for Sissy Britches

74. We’ve Got Your News Right Here!

75. Hot Fudge News

76. Don’t Go There

77. Oh Yes We Did!

78. Oh My!

79. News You Don’t Have to Write Home About

80. Headlines?  I Barely Know You

81. Snap, Crackle, News!

82. It All Started in a 500-Watt Newspaper Press in Yorktown, Virginia

83. News You Can Stick Anywhere

84. Splenda™-coated News

85. ¡Contenido Caliente!

86. Loquacivity

87. Extra Pulp News

88. Monozygotic Diatribe

89. Purified by Reverse Peristalsis

90. SCAtalogue

91. No Word from Our Sponsors

92. Screw This To Your Sticking Place

93. RenWeb Approves

94. It’s About to Get all Newsworthy Up in Here!

95. Go Ahead: Try Me

96. Buckle Up!  It’s About to Get Bumpy!

97. Flammable

98. Solitary Dialectics

99. For the Bumptious Articles Within All of Us

100. Reheats as Well as Macaroni and Cheese

101. Lather, News, Repeat

102. My Other Newspaper is a Scholarly Journal

103. We Tried

104. Goes Great with Stuffing

105. Shouldn’t You?

106. Giggles Aplenty

107. Deposits of Orichalcum

108. Lost Monologues of Plato

109. Michael Wood’s Hand-me-Downs

110. Who Watches the J-Team?

111. Translated from Linear B Texts

112. Intellectual Placebos

113. Silver and Gold Gilding

114. Eric Sevareid’s Forgotten Memoirs

115. Mimetic Reports

116. News for Commonfolk

117. Dispatches from the Near-Front

118. Candied Yams for the Mind

119. Join Us

120. Bigger Bethel Broadcast

121. Chongo-longo!

122. Bronze Age Nibbles

123. Come Rub Elbows with the J-Team

124. Stick a Fork in Us

125. You’ll Like It: It’s Not a Fundraiser

126. No Prescription Necessary

127. Wait ’til You See the Swimsuit Issue!

128. Florescent Light Orchestra

129. Earwood Lang Overdrive

130. Águila Discharge

131. Use Your Imagination

132. Wash Before Reading

133. Don’t Wait for the Movie

134. Recycle Later

135. Tú Madre

136. Free Dress Day Coupon Inside

137. Everything You Ever Wanted to Know About Summit (But Were Afraid to Ask)

138. News for the Untucked

139. Night Train to Newstown

140. Top Shelf News

141. Good Times

142. Why Not?

143. The Joy of Summit

144. Available in Magenta

145. This Will Make Your Blood Boil

146. No Nuts

147. Summit Fried News

148. Scotch-Guarded Missives

149. Lemon Bars are Extra

150. Top Off Your News

151. News from the Hoodie

152. Ding!

153. “Go Home and Study”

154. Lubricant for the Soul

155. Obligation-Free Notions

156. This is Pretty Much It

157. Dial: 4209

158. The Entrée Today: Summit News

159. Feelin’ Newsy?

160. Can I Tell You About the News?

161. A Good Ol’ News Rag that Will Help Wipe Up Your Personal Messes

162. Front-to-Back, Back-to-Front: It’s News

163. It’s the News, Baby

164. Here, Have Some News

165. Newspaper Today, Wrapping Paper Tomorrow

166. Fish-n-chips Free

167. Oh Snap! and Other Current Events

168. Bag of Chips Not Included

169. Stuffed to the Hilt with News

170. News — Unplugged After a Fashion

171. Seats 5 … Okay, 6

172. Time to Snuggle with the News

173. Kept at a Suitable Temperature

174. Twice-Baked News

175. Ready-Made News Fronds

176. Silent Lunch?  Seriously?

177. In English (Because You’re American)

178. Choose Your Own News

179. Tax Free for Now

180. Read This for Honors Credit

181. Newsflash Dances (Rain Extra)

182. Oh Yes

183. Say…!

184. Not Available for Downloading

185. Truly Magisterial

186. Periodic News

187. What Else Do You Have to Do?

188. Just Enough Bias to Make it Interesting

189. Bite-sized

190. Use Your Illusion III

191. A — E — I — Oh You Know It!

192. Today Yorktown, Tomorrow the World!

193. News: Pre-Dropped Low

194. Thank You For Your Custom

195. Aboriginal Inquiry

196. It’s Like a Petting Zoo for News

197. Organic News Harvested from Free-Range Reporters

198. Love-encrusted News

199. Ensconced in News

200. It Takes Time, Okay?

201. Postgnostications

202. What Sort of Hijinks Has Summit Gotten Itself into Now?

203. Situational Newsality

204. News: Double-dipped, Double-awesome

205. Come Bathe in Our News

206. Bringing Dignity to this Troubled Peninsula

207. You Can’t Make This Stuff Up

208. Newsborne Pathogens

209. Old Chansons in a New Key

210. We Hold These News to be Self-evident

211. You Dropped the News on Us

212. Spangled Globules of News

213. Putting on Eyries

214. Gentle News Caresses

215. Mostly Graham

216. If It’s Not Here, It Didn’t Happen

217. A Lovely Day for News

218. Won’t You Be Our Reader?

219. Newstastic

220. I Think Your Paper’s Fabulous!

221. You Can’t Afford Not to Read This

222. Caffeine-Free News

223. Good for the Gander

224. News d’Amour

225. Come News Away with Me

226. Steele in the News

227. Scrumptious News Offerings

228. A Third Ordinance

229. Tweetless

230. News ‘n’ Peppa

231. Stocking Stuffers

232. That’s What We Said, That’s What the J-Team Said, We Said That!

233. Take It or Leave It

234. Bright Shining News All Over

235. News from the Loft

236. News: Head Coverings Optional

237. Your News (Even if You Have a Man Purse)

238. Get Out Your 12-sided Dice: The News is Here

239. News in Low-Def

240. Hoo-Boy!

241. News from the 16th Hole

242. Oh Yeah!

243. Just Plain Radical

244. Actually, We Are College Prep

245. News to Shepherd Your Inmost Desires

246. Fifth Army Gazette

247. News for Left-handed Moths

248. It’s Either This or Study Hall

249. News by Which to Better Understand Wolves

250. More Than the Minium

251. Tessellated Patterns of Beauty

252. N*E*W*S

253. In Glorious Black and White (No Offense)

254. Classically Delicious

255. Newswich with a Side of Awesome

256. Idylls of the … Thing

257. Rock, Paper, Scissors — News!

258. News Up In Your Grille

259. Newsical Goo Goo, Newsical Ga Ga

260. It’s a Party (and You’re Invited)

261. News Box Hero

262. Better Than Cool

263. Remedial News Awash in Fortune

264. Hope for the Newsless

265. Could It Possibly Get Any Better Than This?

266. News?  More Like a Lifestyle

267. News to Save Your Love Life

268. Teenage Newsland

269. Caution: News At Play

270. Smile: The News is Watching

271. You Sunk My Newspaper!

272. Why Can’t It Be Us?

273. It’s Up to Us: Choose Now

274. News.  Plain.

275. News Outside, Joy Inside

Those were good times.  We were all so young.  The sun was bright, the birds were singing … people seemed to laugh more then.  It was a good run while it lasted, J-Team.  You did some good work back there.  Don’t think of these names as a jab or slight — remember, we kid because we love.  This list is included as a fun, fond farewell to the exciting opportunity you gave us to think of a name for you.  Every time we look at this list, we’ll think of you.  I know we kid around once in a while, but if we can be serious for a moment: you did something you can truly be proud of when you look back on your high school career.  Hail and farewell.

The Work of Our Hands, the Wisdom of Our Hearts – Redeeming the Time: Psalms 90-91

Christopher Rush

Presented as a chapel message on Friday, May 20, 2011, culminating the theme of “redemption.”

Introduction

Forgive me if this perspective is redundant, but I thought that an appropriate focus for our final exploration of the topic of redemption this year is “redeeming the time.”  As we prepare to begin our summer break, which for some inexplicable reason for many of us portends to be even busier than the school year, a few final moments’ reflection on what it means to “redeem the time” are in order.  When one thinks of the phrase “redeeming the time,” perhaps what spring to mind immediately are the verses Ephesians 5:15-16: “Be very careful, then, how you live — not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil” in the NIV.  More archaic (in a good way) translations, such as The King James Version and the Darby Translation, phrase “making the most of every opportunity” as “redeeming the time.”  The parallel passage in another of Paul’s prison epistles, Colossians 4:5, phrases the notion “Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity.”  The contexts for the same thought are different, though: in Ephesians, we are to redeem the time in the way we live the entirety of our lives because the days are evil.  In Colossians, Paul enjoins us to redeem the time kairotically when we interact with non-Christians, making sure those opportunities to represent Christ well and accurately are not wasted.  These are certainly great verses on the importance of redeeming the time, but since I have spoken of them (at least Ephesians 5) at length in other settings this year, my focus this morning is on what may be considered a less-obvious passage that provides insight on both the importance of redeeming the time and some ways to go about doing it.  We all, by now, surely believe in the importance of redeeming the time, living our lives wisely and well, and surely we believe that the days are evil, despite the preponderance of advertisements to the contrary.  The question, then, is how do we do it?  Let us turn to Psalms 90 and 91 to find out.  I will read the NASB, to which you may compare your NIV translation.

Psalm 90

A Prayer of Moses, the man of God.

1Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations.  2Before the mountains were born or You gave birth to the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God.  3You turn man back into dust and say, “Return, O children of men.” 4For a thousand years in Your sight are like yesterday when it passes by, or as a watch in the night.  5You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep; in the morning they are like grass which sprouts anew.  6In the morning it flourishes and sprouts anew; toward evening it fades and withers away.  7For we have been consumed by Your anger and by Your wrath we have been dismayed.  8You have placed our iniquities before You, our secret sins in the light of Your presence.  9For all our days have declined in Your fury; we have finished our years like a sigh.  10As for the days of our life, they contain seventy years, or if due to strength, eighty years, yet their pride is but labor and sorrow; for soon it is gone and we fly away.  11Who understands the power of Your anger and Your fury, according to the fear that is due You?  12So teach us to number our days, that we may present to You a heart of wisdom.

13Do return, O LORD; how long will it be?  And be sorry for Your servants.  14O satisfy us in the morning with Your lovingkindness, that we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.  15Make us glad according to the days You have afflicted us, and the years we have seen evil.  16Let Your work appear to Your servants and Your majesty to their children.  17Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us; and confirm for us the work of our hands; yes, confirm the work of our hands.

Psalm 91

1He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.  2I will say to the LORD, “My refuge and my fortress, My God, in whom I trust!”  3For it is He who delivers you from the snare of the trapper and from the deadly pestilence.  4He will cover you with His pinions, and under His wings you may seek refuge; His faithfulness is a shield and bulwark.  5You will not be afraid of the terror by night, or of the arrow that flies by day; 6of the pestilence that stalks in darkness, or of the destruction that lays waste at noon.  7A thousand may fall at your side and ten thousand at your right hand, but it shall not approach you.  8You will only look on with your eyes and see the recompense of the wicked.  9For you have made the LORD, my refuge, even the Most High, your dwelling place.  10No evil will befall you, nor will any plague come near your tent.  11For He will give His angels charge concerning you, to guard you in all your ways.  12They will bear you up in their hands, that you do not strike your foot against a stone.  13You will tread upon the lion and cobra, the young lion and the serpent you will trample down.  14“Because he has loved Me, therefore I will deliver him; I will set him securely on high, because he has known My name.  15“He will call upon Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will rescue him and honor him.  16“With a long life I will satisfy him and let him see My salvation.”

It is argued in certain Talmudic circles that since no superscription occurs before Psalm 91, the authorship is tacitly understood to belong to the most recently-named author.  If this were true, and certainly the content of both psalms are similar enough not to discredit such speculation, we may very well have a two-part meditation by Moses on God, man, the connection between the two, and how to make that connection meaningful and lasting.

I wish to focus today on two key thoughts from this passage as aspects of “redeeming the time”: the aspect of “confirming the work of our hands” from Psalm 90:17, and the aspect of “presenting to God a heart of wisdom” from Psalm 90:12, with verses from Psalm 91 as corroborations and elaborations of these main ideas.  Hopefully by the time this message is over, you will notice these two facets cover the two important aspects of life: doing and being.

The Work of Our Hands

I am not implying that Moses was wrong when he discussed wisdom before action; only that as gatekeeper of the Realms of Gold, I understand that being (genuine leisure) is ultimately superior to doing — but since faith without works is dead, doing is an integral aspect of the Christian life that should not be ignored.  Thus, what does it mean to have the Lord “confirm the works of our hands,” and how can we “redeem the time” through that?

Other translations indicate that “confirm” in verse 17 can also mean “give permanence to.”  If God is going to give permanence to the work of our hands, of course even that “permanence” will have its limits — all the great works of art, the magnificent architecture, the grandeur of all sunsets will one day come to a cataclysmic end when the heavens and earth are wiped away and made new.  So the “permanence” is naturally of a limited fashion.  Since you are an intelligent audience, we can skip right to the sorts of work upon which God would indeed be glad to shine His favor and give permanence to: Bible study, evangelism, discipling, the works of Acts 2:42 (heeding the apostles’ teaching, fellowship, breaking of bread, prayer).  Certainly those are the overt, important mildly-flannel-board related works of our hands.  Any life committed to those would certainly receive the favor of the Lord.  That sort of behavior is not exhaustive, of course: the lists of spiritual gifts throughout the New Testament also model behavior that God would confirm: teaching, administration, faith, healing, helps, mercy, giving, service, celibacy, and others.  These get down to the day-to-day activities and lifestyles outside and around corporate church life.

What about going to a ball game, playing the piano, reading graphic novels, and playing video games?  Are those “non-spiritual” activities things upon which God could shine His favor, works of our hands He would confirm?  I’m not sure about going to a ball game — ice hockey, certainly — but definitely the rest of them are meaningful actions with tangible, permanent results.  The unifying element of the activities already mentioned is not that they are “super spiritual,” but that they reflect the heart of wisdom Moses urged in verse 12.  To genuinely have a heart of wisdom, one must pursue knowing God and reality accurately and fully.  The behaviors in which we engage demonstrate that ever-growing conception of and pursuit of God and His reality.  Playing musical instruments, composing works of literature, painting, sculpture, papier-mâché, reading great works of literature, including the better comic books and graphic novels, are not less real or less meaningful than going to youth group (in many cases, they might even be more important).  Can time spent playing video games be truly considered “redeemed” in the sense we are discussing? redeemed for the glory of God and the light of His favor?  Of course!  If they are the better games, that is – the kinds of games that instruct us, challenge us, encourage us to think through the important philosophical questions of life: what is real, what is good, what is evil, who is man, what is his purpose?  Playing Final Fantasy VI or ChronoTrigger (or others of that ilk) can be just as meaningful to your life as reading a great novel by Dostoyevsky.  Some may disagree, but they are wrong.  Trust me; I’m a published author.  And I play video games and read comic books and watch fine, quality television series.  So I know.

If everything we do we do for the glory of God, whether it’s building bridges in Uganda or inviting our unsaved neighbor over for some philosophical video game play and discussion (accompanied by appropriate tasty snacks), we are redeeming the time God has given us.  Stop thinking of reality as a compartmentalized series of “secular” and “sacred” subfunctions.  All created reality is an unnecessary demonstration of God’s love and beauty — stop taking it too seriously in the wrong way.  Underlying all this, as mentioned moments ago, is the importance of the heart of wisdom, to which we now turn.

The Wisdom of Our Hearts

According to Moses, the primary reason why need to redeem the time, or “number our days,” is that we may present to God a heart of wisdom.  Of course when we are judged at the end time we will be judged according to our deeds — the Bible makes that clear enough (it’s certainly not just whether or not you “believe in Jesus”).  The thing so many Christians seem to forget, though, is that without the proper heart of wisdom, no good deeds can ever be done.  In order for the work of our hands to be made permanent by God, they must be performed by a heart of wisdom.  If we don’t first secure proper standing with God, a right understanding of who God is and who we are, then what we want and why we are here, the bridges we build and the games we play will be for naught.  Psalms 90 and 91 give us a great picture of Who God is and how grasping that enables us to have a heart of wisdom.

Some translations say “Lord, You have been our dwelling place.”  A more literal term for “dwelling place,” though, is “hiding place” or “place of refuge.”  God is not just where we live, but where we escape from the not-of-God things of reality.  God gave birth to the world, the mountains, and man, and long before those happened, God is.  God’s sense of time is nothing like ours; the rise and fall of human epochs and civilizations is like the grass sprouting in a morning and fading away at dusk.  He knows all the actions and thoughts that have occurred, are occurring, and will occur — and a fair percentage of them rile His anger justly.  Yet He is the same God whose lovingkindness satisfies us (or should) freshly every morning, to which we respond with songs of joy and gladness.  While He tarries for our benefit, He makes us glad — despite the days of affliction and years of evil.  He is our refuge and fortress, the God in whom we trust — a God so powerful that when we abide in Him we are secure even in His shadow.  He is the God who delivers us from traps and pestilence, night and day.

Metaphorically, He is an encovering eagle, a shield, and a bulwark.  When you are secure behind His fortification, you see reality for what it is: you see the nature and purpose of evil, you see the recompense of the wicked.  When you know who God truly is, you understand the power of His anger and fury, and you give the reverential fear due to Him.  When you know who God is, when you have made Him your refuge and dwelling place (not retirement plans and post-graduate degrees), you understand the frailty and ephemerality of humanity.  Then, regardless of what evil and troubles will befall you (for they will indeed befall you), you will be able to accurately contextually that no evil will ultimately befall you — for you are under the protection of the angelic realm as well, empowering you to live the life you are called to live, treading upon the lions and serpents of post-Modernity and pragmatism.  When you know God accurately, you know that true security comes from Him and Him alone — that the love you have for Him must be so intense and consuming that the love you have for your family and friends looks like hate in comparison.  When you know God, you will be truly satisfied in Him, the source of your salvation and honor.

When you know God and understand His reality accurately (including who you are and your place in His cosmic design), then and only then will you be able to present to Him a heart of wisdom: the fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom; knowing God is the end of wisdom.  Then, and only then, will the favor of the Lord our God be upon you, and then the work of your hands will be given permanence.

There’s no need to ask God to move in a new way — we come to know Him the way people have always come to know Him: meditating on the book of His word and the book of His work.  Through active participation in the Great Conversation from Thales to Sophocles, Socrates to Copernicus, Wittgenstein to Vonnegut, and everyone in between.  By knowing who you are, what you want, and why you are here.  By acting justly, loving mercy, and walking humbly with God.  By rescuing Peach from Bowser and Zelda from Ganondorf.  By watching Londo and G’Kar forever at each other’s throats, Jack Shepherd finally figure out his purpose, and Adama realize why humanity is worth saving after all.

This is how you present to God a heart of wisdom so the work of your hands will be given permanence.  This is how you redeem the time.

What has Christianity to do with Horror?

Christopher Rush

Finally, brethren, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is of good repute, if there is any excellence and if anything worthy of praise, dwell on these things.

Philippians 4:8, NASB

Admittedly, some passages of the Bible are rather abstruse and benefit from some commentary study (and a good Bible degree program from wise and learnèd expositors).  Philippians 4:8, however, as with most of Philippians, seems to be as overt and pellucid as the New Testament gets.  As Christians, on what should we set our hearts and minds, on what should our attitudes and dispositions of our souls dwell?  Whatever is true, honorable, right, pure, lovely, of good repute, of excellence, and/or worthy of praise.  Some might say “it sounds easier than it is,” as if because it is difficult it is not worth attempting, perhaps.  Our purpose here, though, is not to wrangle over the daily difficulties of living the Christian life in this dark world and wide, nor is it to minimize the deleterious effects of sin and the genuine, malicious diabolical forces of reality.  The point is to exhort you, as Christians, to stop willingly dwelling on the diabolical and demonic — namely, horror films.

Some might say, “couldn’t you say that about anything that isn’t the Bible?”  Of course one could, but we are talking now about something far more serious and sinister than reading ancient Greek poetry or indulging in re-runs of Barney Miller or playing Super Mario Bros. video games.  The key of Philippians 4:8 is “dwell.”  I do not disagree that indulging in anything too much (even what is good) beyond an active, lifelong pursuit of becoming Christ-like is inappropriate.  It’s not good to spend more time learning about God than spending time with God, abiding in Him and His word.  By dwelling on what is true, honorable, right, pure, lovely, of good repute, excellent, and praiseworthy, not only are we thus dwelling on attributes of God and things that must point us to God, but also we are, clearly, doing what God has told us to do.  We have said again and again that goodness, beauty, and truth can be found and enjoyed in sources that might not always be “Christian” — and since we are all created imago dei, certainly we can (and should) appreciate what is true, beautiful, and good wherever it occurs.  But, honestly, what is in any way true, beautiful, or good (or honorable, or pure, or right, or lovely, or of good repute, or excellent, or worthy of praise) about horror movies?

When I was younger, I enjoyed renting movies from movie rental places, especially on weekends, but I began to be fearful of Movies America.  One time a fun place to visit, especially because it was the only rental place close to home that had a fresh movie theater popcorn machine, and we would often get popcorn with our weekend rentals, it also had fun drawings/raffles, which we would occasionally win, being fairly regular customers.  The trepidation came, though, because they were one of the few rental places also to have mounted televisions throughout the store — and it seemed most of the time they were running trailers for horror movies.  As a young boy, I really had no interest in hearing or seeing these intentionally frightening and disconcerting sounds and images.  Being a somewhat prolific reader (as well as most likely naturally endowed with the faculty), I developed a quite active and fecund imagination.  Even though I was only being exposed to snippets and clips of these diabolically-oriented experiences pretending to be “entertainment,” I was not so easily capable of leaving the brief sensory intrusions behind.  When, later in life, we had more ready access to cable television, unfortunately concomitant with that came the multifaceted sinister nature of the advertisement industry and the ubiquitous trailers not only for the theatrical release of so many reprehensible films but also, several months later, for when the film was then being released on the newly-invented device known as the video cassette recorder.  I was quite glad for the invention of the remote control, but that did not become a part of our viewing experience until much later.  I have no conception how anyone would willingly sit through such a film: what good does it bring our souls?  How does it help us, in any slight or remote way, understand reality better, even from a fallen perspective?

I am not denouncing suspenseful movies or action thrillers — that ilk can provide some interesting and possibly meaningful kinds of sensory-rational-emotional experiences.  Neither am I saying one should never ride roller coasters.  Nor am I saying never play RPGs (I have surely made my personal enjoyment of them clear in other articles), though I would certainly urge caution against the dangers of over-indulgence in role-playing with the underworld no matter how fantastical or unrealistic (never, though, would I or hopefully any Christian condone playing with Ouija boards — that should be clearly unacceptable).  Thus, I am clearly not saying “never be scared or thrilled in a potentially hazardous way.”  The kinds of experiences horror movies engender (and the same could be said of similar video games and even literature), though, especially the slasher-horror genre (if such a fine word can be used for such a thing), are nothing at all akin to the intelligent constructions of some dramatic thrillers.  Because of this distinction, without fear of contradiction or hypocrisy I can advocate watching Rear Window and not Psycho, though both are from Alfred Hitchcock.  In like fashion, though I am a tremendous fan of Gregory Peck and Richard Burton, I will never watch The Omen or Exorcist II.  I am a fan (of lesser intensity) of Jeff Goldblum, but I will never watch The Fly (Jurassic Park and Independence Day, yes, but Jurassic Park is close to the borderline).

The fundamental problem of slasher-horror movies is their appeal to the basest, most depraved aspect of the sin nature.  They are not an attempt to understand, calculate, quantify, and equip the audience with the dangers and natures of demons, serial killers, or the otherwise mentally unbalanced.  They are not documentaries on the occult (nor am I suggesting that you should even explore those — as much a fan of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle as I am, I will probably not ever get to  his Edge of the Unknown).  Neither, let us be clear, are they metaphors or allegories of “good vs. evil.”  The “good” characters in these sorts of movies are often overly-sexed, under-dressed teenagers who are only in the position they are in because they have willfully gone to some place they know they should not have gone or done something they know they should not have done.  Admittedly, that is a generalization, but I think all should agree it is an accurate précis of most of the tropes of the slasher-horror formula.  Most others deal with some sort of demonic incarnation in an unsuspecting suburban setting with, perhaps, more “innocent” people, but we should be far more chary of the demonic realm than those movies want us to be — did we learn nothing from Reverend Hale of Beverly in The Crucible? — such movies want us to think the right amount of ectoplasm, the right amount of sincerity, the right amount of rational cleverness in the face of such irrational folly, the right amount of good ol’ human ingenuity and know-how, or, perhaps, enough willingness to become just as monstrous as the monster to defeat it, and then all will be right in the end (until the sequel).  Most slasher-horror films are part excuse for pornography and part indulgence in other, base elements of the human psyche (why should any of these be indulged?), but it is possible the worst aspect of them is their intentional lie to the audience that the devil can be cozened, outmaneuvered, and defeated by we mighty mortals.  If Michael the Archangel is hesitant even to bring a verbal condemnation against Lucifer, surely we should not even consider being “entertained” by him!  This is what horror films want us to do: find Satan fun.

We don’t read Milton because he’s delightful (and hopefully we all reject the Postmodern misreading Satan is the hero or anti-hero of Paradise Lost).  Even C.S. Lewis in Screwtape Letters admits he grew weary of thinking and writing from the diabolical mindset — clearly we have enough resources out there to know what (little) we need to know about it.  Bono’s Mr. MacPhisto persona, patterned after what Lewis did in Screwtape as evidenced by the “Hold Me, Thrill Me, Kiss Me, Kill Me” music video, was, likewise, a tool for the purpose satirizing a point — that eventually ended when the time was right to move on to more directly uplifting thoughts.

If you want the thrill of “good vs. evil,” read The Faerie Queene or The Lord of the Rings or The Space Trilogy by Lewis or the countless other high-quality uplifting books, poems, plays, and essays readily available for centuries.  The summer reading lists are surfeited with such authors fit to provide you with a lifetime of quality emotional-rational experiences to supplement and support your life-long pursuit of Christ-likeness.  Admittedly, it also has a small number of suspense and horror writers such as Gaiman, Blackwood, and Le Fanu.  It is certainly possible that reading horror writers may be worse than watching horror movies — thus, without trying to sound hypocritical, I shall just urge extreme caution when setting out to read something like that.  Don’t feel bad, though, if your gothic horror taste (if you even must have one) never develops beyond Shelley, Poe, James, Hawthorne, and Irving.

If you want to watch a movie for some suspense and thrills, though, why not watch one of the classics that has nothing to do with the demonic?  It might be fair to say all of the best movies of all time have nothing to do with such slasher-horror ideas.  Check out the stars of yesterday: William Powell, Clark Gable, Cary Grant, David Niven, Humphrey Bogart, Peter O’Toole, Richard Burton, Rex Harrison, the Marx Brothers, Myrna Loy, Bette Davis, Carole Lombard, Katharine Hepburn, Audrey Hepburn, and the rest of the gang.  That should keep you visually entertained for the rest of your days in far most satisfying ways than what horror films offer.  And if you absolutely must watch a scary movie (not just a thrilling suspenseful movie), be sure it stars Abbott and Costello — that should suffice.

Jerusalem and Athens have more in common than Tertullian may have wanted, but Christianity/Christians and horror films should have nothing to do with each other.  Dwell on what Philippians 4:8 requires instead.  Not only will you sleep better at night, but your life as a whole will thrive more gloriously.

On the Pleasures of Singing in the Car

Christopher Rush

As most of you know, I like going places.  I don’t like being places, but I have always enjoyed going places (especially if I’m not driving).  Sometimes the best part of vacations are the several hours in the car or plane, reading or listening to Jack Benny, occasionally falling asleep to one’s head bouncing irregularly off the window.  It was years before music became a regular listening part of my life, much later than usual for a kid, no doubt.  Then there were the rare treats of fast food lunches and ordering pizza with the family in the hotel room for dinner.  Sing-alongs in the car were rare but enjoyable when they occurred: primarily they were Follow that Bird related.  Somehow along the way trips to and from Skate Country became the times to sing “Beloved, Let Us Love One Another” (the 1 John 4:7 and 8 song) pretty much the entire duration of the rides.  This wasn’t a whole family experience, since we never went together as a family, but for school or youth group skate parties, usually with my mom driving.  Those were good opportunities to sing in the car, as well as learn Bible verses.

Now, having the freedom to drive around myself now, on the whole a rather overrated position to be in, since being a passenger able to observe the outside is far more interesting and enjoyable, the one salubrious aspect of driving is the pleasures of singing along with the music playing from the radio or tape player or compact disc player or portable digital music holder.  For the last two years (this being the third year), since getting our new (to us) car with a built-in cd player, I have been listening to my cd collection in order.  Since my driving time each day is exponentially shorter than it was in the early years, it has taken awhile to get through them (it’s not that I have so many, just that I only listen to about four songs a day, on average).  The freedom of driving alone, listening to music I like (free from commercials or advertisements or too many songs I don’t prefer, eliminating any compunction to distract attention from the road by changing stations), is made better by the freedom to sing loudly along with the music.

The key is to feel unashamed to sing loudly with the music despite what people in other cars around you might think or say.  Ideally, your windows are rolled up and the music, though loud, is not loud enough for other cars to hear what song is playing or even hear you actually singing.  I not encouraging you to crank up the bass of your music player so loudly that people in the surrounding neighborhood can feel you approach (nor am I at present deriding such behavior), since that prevents you from being able to hear the music you are supposedly listening to well enough that you can sing along in an enjoyable fashion.  The main point is to be confined within your vehicle so you can hear what you are listening to, no one else, and you are not too self-conscious that the appearance you give to other drivers does not prevent you from singing along.  Of course you want to be aware of what the flow of traffic is doing, and certainly aware of all signs as you drive toward your destination — this is not an encouragement to be haphazard and a danger to others.  Be aware of what is going on but not concerned with what others may think of you as you sing along with your music in a joyful, unashamed way.

Once the barriers of self-consciousness are conquered, your driving experiences will become enjoyable opportunities to revel in musical art — even if you have had neither the training nor natural talent others might find aesthetically pleasing.  Since you have been considerate enough to keep everything but the visual appearance of your performance contained within your vehicle, no one needs to know if you are singing the wrong words at the wrong time or if the key in which you are singing the song does not align with the key in which the artists are performing it.  The joys that accompany this freedom of self-expression are instantly evident, especially if you are singing with an uplifting, energetic song such as “Where the Streets Have No Name” by U2 or Def Leppard’s “Animal” (or other selections of their oeuvre we could mention but shan’t).  Certainly singing fine, classic, high-quality Christian songs written in a bygone era would be apropos, though these would most likely have to be sung along with the recordings on a cd or mp3 player, since not too many radio stations play such quality Christian music these days.

Concomitant with the physical pleasures of being unashamedly free to sing loudly along with the delightful music you enjoy is the added benefit that now the driving experience, once a dolorously vapid experience of daily human necessity (like brushing one’s teeth), becomes an enjoyable component of one’s workday — especially if you are committed to listening to your music collection in some sort of order (most likely alphabetical by musician/band or chronological order of album release).  If you commit to that sort of enterprise, you don’t have to feel bad about listening to songs you don’t normally listen to, since you know the songs you enjoy more are just around the corner (since you probably don’t own too many albums you don’t really like anyway).  The only difficulty comes in those moments when it is time to switch discs or cassettes (if applicable): preferably, wait until the vehicle is not in motion, either at a stoplight/stop sign or parked at your destination.  Given enough practice, depending on the system you have in place, perhaps you can switch cds without frightening oncoming traffic (or worse), but I suggest you practice your technique several times while the vehicle is stopped before you heed the call of the Doobie Brothers and start takin’ it to the streets.

The pleasures of singing in the car are numerous and self-evident.  True, this can certainly be done with a carful of friends and family members and does not have to be done alone.  If with friends, feel free to make this experience a communal enterprise, provided it does not get carried away and dangerous.  If alone, the thing to remember is not to be afraid of what you may look like to other drivers: after all, the joy you demonstrate to them as they see your unabashed musical joie de vivre could very well lift their spirits as well.  They may then start singing unashamedly along with their music and then lift their spirits of others who see them and so on and so on.  You may be doing a kindness to countless others by embracing such an opportunity.  Thus, the next time you are in the car, don’t think of it is a drudgery or chore (even if going to school, work, or some necessary errand): it is an opportunity for a great experience.

Summer Reading: Revisited

Christopher Rush

When last we were together, our parting thoughts were about the impending excitement of the forthcoming summer and the potential for enjoyable, self-directed reading time.  I hope you were able to spend some portion of this past summer break doing just that: reading what you wanted, free from assignments, discussions, and tests — of course, ideally you did discuss what you were reading with friends and family, sharing and gathering thoughts, reactions, and insights about how your reading aligned, to whatever degree, with reality.  Ideally, at times, you read for the sheer pleasure of doing it, too.  True, some of your reading was no doubt for the required summer work, so you had to write some brief responses to some easy questions, but that never interferes with too much of your vacation time.

My plan for the summer, enumerated for all the world to see, certainly helped me at times, but, as is often the case, I was carried by various unnamed whims and fancies to read other things I had not even thought of when I first made that list last spring.  Ironically enough, shortly after school started this fall, I began reading The Pleasures of Reading in an Age of Distraction by Alan Jacobs.  His main premise is reading is and should be pleasurable, and the best way to maintain that experiential satisfaction is to read what we feel like reading, not just reading books from people’s lists of “must-read” books, since that is more of a chore than a quality reading experience.  He convolutes his ideas by arbitrarily distinguishing between whim and “Whim,” a neologistic piece of thaumaturgy no one who can outwit a used teabag will find convincing, and arguing against an outright hedonistic approach to reading by urging us to read higher quality things.  I could tell early on, from his initial diatribe against Mortimer Adler as an elitist (as if that is somehow a bad thing), it wasn’t going to be a good book.  His premise is somewhat sound, but the notion we shouldn’t read books just because they are on “must-read” lists and someone tells us to do it instead of letting “Whim” lead us to the book at the right time is, fundamentally, preposterous.  Most of the great reads we experience are from recommendations or gifts from people we trust — at least that’s how it’s been for me.  Perhaps you disagree — in that case, read Jacobs’s book and tell me what you think.  Of course, if you do, you will contradict what you claim you believe.  A nasty pickle.

My motivation for going off the lists for a time may seem akin to what Jacobs urges, but I wasn’t intentionally rejecting any external authority to guide my reading.  I did read a few things from the list I made, and I enjoyed some of them more than others.  Unlike Jacobs, I have no problem reading things because people tell me they are good — most of the time, they are right.  I don’t always think “the classics” are great, but usually they are.  I found King’s Solomon’s Mines horrible, but I finished it and now can explain to people why I don’t like it primarily because I finished it.  Jacobs’s urging to stop reading books we don’t like is rather weak-willed.  So, too, is his argument against “having read” things.  There’s nothing fundamentally wrong with reading books primarily to “have read” them.  The experiential pleasure of the moments of reading is so ephemeral, he seems to be arguing, as mentioned above, for a hedonistic approach to reading with no substantial foundation for it.  “Having read” books is a great position to be in, even if you were only motivated to read the books because you got them from some list or were assigned to do it, even if you didn’t like the book you read.

The book I read first was my required reading, Saving Leonardo by Nancy Pearcey.  Apparently some confusion existed about whether this was actually the book assigned to the faculty to read during the summer, but I can distinctly remember being told to read it, so I did.  It’s fairly easy to tell how influential Dr. Schaeffer was on Pearcey, which is not a negative thing, but it soon makes one wish one was reading Dr. Schaeffer instead of Ms. Pearcey.  Saving Leonardo is her humanities sequel to her previous work Total Truth (God in science).  It was fine, and it gave me quite a few helpful ideas for Intro. to Humanities, but again, it might be better to go with the works of Dr. Schaeffer instead, if you need a Christian perspective on art.

I made some minor progress through Mason & Dixon, but I got carried away with my rediscovered enjoyment of comic books and graphic novels to really want to struggle through Pynchon’s painfully-clever prose.  I had a fine time reading Chris Claremont’s From the Ashes, Wolverine, and X-Tinction Agenda (though he didn’t write all those issues), and they motivated me to read more of the Chris Claremont issues I have long owned without yet reading: I finally read Mutant Massacre, too.  It was quite interesting to see the development in the teams and their stories at a quick pace, reading different crossover events over a decade’s time in rapid succession.  As we all hopefully know, Chris Claremont is widely regarded as the greatest writer in X-Men history, creating some of the most memorable characters and storylines of all time.  Ironically enough, the first X-Men comic I ever bought was Uncanny X-Men 281, the first issue after Claremont’s 15-year run, so I have been playing catch-up ever since.  Finally reading many of his stories this summer was enjoyable, though he certainly did earn his reputation as a verbose wordsmith.  It takes a lot longer to read his issues than, say, Peter David’s issues (as you may recall from last year’s article on the great X-Cutioner’s Song crossover), but the effort is well worth it.  Having finally acquired the four issues of the Magik limited series, I read that early into the summer — it was far more sorrowful than I was prepared for, but the resolution of it was quite impressive.  Toward the end of the summer, I finally acquired and read the thoroughly astounding God Loves, Man Kills graphic novel, which is so far superior to X2 it’s not even worth discussing.  Everyone should read God Loves, Man Kills, even those who are not fans of comic books, graphic novels, or the X-Men (if such people even exist).  Another Claremont highlight of the summer was finally getting started on the New Mutants.  I’ve been collecting those back issues for a while now, but since the earliest ones are often quite expensive (I have been avoiding ordering comics on-line, since deep down I feel like that’s sort of cheating), I haven’t read any of them yet — until I recently learned many of them have been collected in fine quality, comparatively inexpensive trade paperbacks: the recent reissuing of so many classic Silver, Bronze, and Copper Age stories and series is the only good decision Marvel has made for about a decade (everything seemed to fall apart with the whole Onslaught thing).  Some might say buying trade paperbacks is even worse cheating than ordering individual issues, but that’s a price I and my honor are willing to pay (especially if I get them as gifts).  I enjoyed New Mutants Classic 1, including long-sought-after Marvel Graphic Novel #4, and just before the school year started, I ordered and began New Mutants Classic 2.  Good times.  Then I decided to start X-Men from the beginning — this is taking some time, but it is quite interesting to see where it all began (and in order).

With my decade-long hiatus from graphic novels complete, I thought it was also time (now that I’m now firmly entrenched in adulthood) to move on to more grown-up kinds of graphic novels, so I began reading Fables, Y: The Last Man, and, at the end of the summer, The Sandman.  These are series you definitely want to wait for; though they are all “good” in their own narratively-creative ways, journeying through them must be intentional for intellectual purposes, since they offer few accurate insights into reality — but knowing their fallen answers can be beneficial in a roundabout way, too, if done at the right time, after one is firmly secure in one’s proper Biblical spiritual maturity.

Also toward the end of the summer, I slogged my way through Shadow Lord by Laurence Yep.  This was supposedly a Star Trek novel, but Yep communicates quite clearly and early he has no genuine intention of writing a Star Trek novel, but instead he is one of those “I want to be a serious writer, but only the Star Trek people are accepting submissions, so I’ll pretend to write a Star Trek book even though I have no idea who these characters are or how to write (for) them, and that way I’ll be a published author” writers.  The book is not a total washout, but it is thoroughly disappointing as a Star Trek book.  Unlike The Final Reflection, Shadow Lord does not succeed as an atypical Star Trek book, primarily because, as I just mentioned, Yep has no interest in writing about the Star Trek characters accurately.  His Mr. Spock characterization is especially atrocious.  Yep has him making jokes, grabbing hands, and several other inaccuracies that anyone even mildly familiar with his character would not make (certainly not anyone earnestly trying to tell a Star Trek story).  The story is a jumbled conglomeration of things Yep likes: cavalier swordplay, “witty” heroes, Indiana Jones-like serials, samurai, and pre-Victorian musketry.  It’s almost like he thought “I wonder what would happen if Indiana Jones and d’Artagnan found themselves under a shōgunite.”  As I said, it’s a bit of a mess.  The one saving element of the story is Lord Bhima, the last survivor of the old guard, who is willing to sacrifice himself and, more importantly, his honor, to side with the (lacking in discernible motivation) antagonist even in horrific regicide (which is downplayed in seriousness, unfortunately, and utterly forgotten by the end of the book) — all to prevent their planet from succumbing to a far-worse fate: Federation influence.  Had Yep made this a real Star Trek book, from the perspective of a world divided over its willingness to join/be influenced by the Federation, and not just crammed all his hobbies into one book without caring about the Star Trek universe, this could have been something good.  I’m not glad about the content, but I’m glad I have now read it.

Since I’m still not half-way through Mason & Dixon, I knew it wouldn’t be right to start Don Quixote, so I didn’t.  I tossed in Voyages of the Imagination and Elfstones of Shannara more for giggles, since Voyages is an incredibly long (and useful) resource on the history of Star Trek fiction, which I am slowly working through, but it’s not really a book designed to be read through.  I started Elfstones several years ago, and my bookmark is still where I left it, but the motivation to return to it is another ephemeral sensation.  I read the first half of “Madame Crowl’s Ghost” by Le Fanu (not the book, just that story), learned a fortiori why Le Fanu is considered a master of suspense and terror, waited several weeks to finish it (once my sleeping patterns had returned to normal), and decided I really did not need to read the rest of Le Fanu’s book (this became part of the motivation for an article appearing later).

I was quite surprised (in a thoroughly disappointed sort of way) how few resources are out there related to the kind of program Intro. to Humanities is supposed to be.  Most of them are variations on what we already do in the English department, just at exorbitant prices and from atheistically-biased perspectives.  This enabled me (in a thoroughly out of desperate necessity sort of way) to create the program from scratch.  Due to the time-consuming nature of such an endeavor, I was forced to eschew the plan to complete Colossians and Philemon from Prison Epistles last year.  Some day.  No doubt the same day I get around to Copleston.

The other two from the list I got to were Slaughterhouse-Five and Where There’s a Will.  I got the Vonnegut book from Sarah Haywood, one of the most underappreciated students we’ve ever had at Summit.  It was typical Vonnegut and better than Cat’s Cradle, and I’m glad I got the chance to read it (even if he is usually wrong about how the world works).  Rex Stout’s Where There’s a Will was a very good Nero Wolfe mystery.  It was a fast-paced, sleek mystery showing off his improved pacing over the earlier stories.

Off the list, I read some more Italo Calvino (Why Read the Classics?), got back into Centennial, Avengers: The Contest (another recent TPB I’ve been trying to get ahold of for years), Literature: A Crash Course, Books are Tremendous (books are, but this little pamphlet wasn’t), The Historical Novelist’s Obligation to History (a difficult pamphlet to find from the author of Andersonville, but worth it), and lastly The Core: Teaching Your Child the Foundations of Classical Education (seriously … don’t bother).  The books I most enjoyed reading not on my list were the final four M*A*S*H books: M*A*S*H Goes to Texas, M*A*S*H Goes to Montreal, M*A*S*H Goes to Moscow, and M*A*S*H Mania.  When I say “enjoyed reading,” though, I don’t mean that I necessarily enjoyed the content.  Texas was certainly the worst of all the Herbert Butterworth installments, and Richard Hooker’s finale with Mania is painfully flawed on many levels.  They had good moments, though, enough to make reading them worthwhile (in addition to the great pleasure of having finally read all installments in the series), despite what Jacobs says about reading “just because.”  After that, I moved to the James Bond series.  I finished Casino Royale during the calm, quiet moments when we were without electricity during the recent hurricane and Live and Let Die a few weeks after that.  Be prepared to find few similarities with the movie incarnations early in the novel series.

All in all, it was a good reading summer (one of the few highlights of an otherwise taxing and draining season), mainly because I went into it with a plan and also enjoyed the freedom to follow whatever reading mood I was in when I wanted to be more spontaneous.  I’m still looking forward to reading The Demon Princes, The Man in the High Tower, Othello, Last and First Men, Asking the Right Questions, and The Princess Casamassima (and the other 11,000 works sitting around the house).  It would be good to read those.  At the very least, it will be good to have read those.

Summer Reading

Christopher Rush

Perhaps the most exciting aspect of heading into summer break is the welcome return of “world enough and time” to get back to more authentic leisure.  Part of that anticipation is the opportunity finally to read the books we have been wanting to read for awhile, now that the daily obligations of math problems, required reading, projects, studying, and other important but time-consuming aspects of the typical school day are set aside for a time.  True, there is still a paltry amount of required summer reading to be done, though that is not too much of a burden, now given the freedom to choose one book from a diverse list of high-quality options (the foreign language reading is already selected, but they are quite terse).  Before you start to think you are the only ones looking forward to the time to choose what you want to enjoy, please note the teachers are as well.  For some of us, the summertime looks to be even busier than the school year — hopefully this is only for a season, and soon we can all be-at-work only as much as we need to so we can fully be-at-leisure.  Keeping in mind, of course, that genuine leisure is a solitary lifestyle of knowing and worshipping God, and that reading, discussing, and working are all aspects of life to help prepare for that, here is a list of things I’m hoping to read this summer.  Feel free to use this as a more specific guide to help you choose what you may enjoy reading this summer for extra credit or simply for their own intrinsically valuable experiences.  Don’t be too impressed, though — when the school year rolls back around, I’ll probably have only read two or three.  G.I. Joe is not going to watch itself.

1.  Saving Leonardo, Nancy Pearcey (I, too, have required summer reading)

2.  Mason & Dixon, Thomas Pynchon

3.  From the Ashes, Chris Claremont

4.  X-Tinction Agenda, Chris Claremont

5.  Shadow Lord, Laurence Yep

6.  Don Quixote, Miguel de Cervantes

7.  Madame Crowl’s Ghost and Other Tales of Mystery, Sheridan LeFanu

8.  Voyages of Imagination, Jeff Ayers

9.  Elfstones of Shannara, Terry Brooks

10.  Several books on Humanities to prepare for next year’s elective

11. Remaining commentaries on Colossians and Philemon to finish up Prison Epistles work

12.  The Demon Princes, Jack Vance

13.  Slaughterhouse Five, Kurt Vonnegut, Jr.

14.  The Man in the High Castle, Philip K. Dick

15.  Othello, William Shakespeare

16. Asking the Right Questions: A Guide to Critical Thinking, M. Neil Browne and Stuart M. Keeley

17.  The Princess Casamassima, Henry James

18.  Last and First Men, Olaf Stapledon

19.  Where There’s a Will, Rex Stout

20.  A History of Philosophy, Frederick Copleston, SJ, CBE

Like I said, this is an ideal list — undoubtedly the schedule ahead will not permit the time for enjoying all of these works, and that’s not so bad, either.  The point is it’s important to have a plan when going into situations like this.  Always have a book with you, wherever you go.  Always keep your book list of what you want to get with you at all times.  You never know when something will happen.  Yes, spontaneity is a good thing in certain circumstances, but if you head into the summer thinking “well, I’ll get to it,” you won’t.  Make a plan, make some lists, and keep them handy.   Remember: leisure isn’t something you “make time” for— it’s a lifestyle and a lifetime of observing the world around you and getting to know God better so you can worship Him accurately the rest of your days.

Enjoy the summer!

Pandora Redeemed

Christopher Rush

It’s Not About Vengeance…

Despite the sudden proliferation of “Pandora”-titled things this past year, none of them were the inspiration for the name of this scholarly journal.  Similarly, before the theme of the 2010-2011 was announced to us as being about “redemption,” the title for this scholarly journal was already “in the works,” as the kids say.  So though it may have appeared to be a combination of recent things, the name has its origin in older, far different sources.

The “Pandora” is, as you can probably suspect, the Pandora of classic Western mythology, especially out of Hesiod’s works (though you may have heard of her from other summary/anthology sources).  Since she opened the jar (it wasn’t a box, really) out of curiosity and not malice, as an individual she doesn’t need “redemption” in that sense, as if she had willfully done something wrong and needed internal restitution, even though some accounts of her tale make her out to be somewhat tawdry.  The history of Pandora, her story, and its variations is complicated — fortunately, though, the most genuine origin of the inspiration of the title does not really come from those literary sources (not directly).  The real source of both parts of the scholarly journal’s title is the video game series God of War (the main trilogy, not the miscellaneous sub-stories).  The God of War series is M-rated, for good reasons.  We are not urging you to go out and play them, especially if you are under seventeen, and even then not without parental (and conscience) consent.  There’s a lot of violence/gore, some unclothedness, and some intense scenes of ruthlessness — it’s definitely not for the faint of heart or young of spirit.  The point, then, here, is to look at the story and explain why it’s so good (despite the saucy parts), good enough to supply the title of this journal.

Ares Unleashed

The first God of War game is mostly a flashback frame story: it begins about five minutes before the game is over, with Kratos (the…hero) giving into despair, believing “the gods on Olympus have abandoned me.”  Throughout the game, various incidents and encounters trigger further flashbacks into Kratos’s history: once the proudest, strongest Spartan warrior, Kratos’s life was about to end at the hands (and hammer) of the Barbarian King.  Before the Barbarian King can finish him off, Kratos appeals to Ares: if Ares will help him destroy his enemies, Kratos will become Ares’s servant.  Ares responds by bestowing (after a fashion) the Blades of Chaos on Kratos, the weapons that allow for such rapid gameplay (much better than the button-mashing of street-fighting games).  Kratos serves Ares for years waging a war on all of Greece until the fateful night Kratos attacks a village of Athena worshippers.  Defying the village oracle, Kratos storms a hut and accidentally kills his own wife and daughter, whom he thought were far away.  He knows Ares is behind it: Ares intended to use the removal of this final connection to humanity to make Kratos into a heartless, machine-like warrior; instead, Kratos renounces his affiliation to Ares.  The oracle curses Kratos as the hut burns to the ground; the ashes of his family are bound to his body, turning him into the “Ghost of Sparta.”  For ten years, Kratos serves the other gods in hopes they will remove his nightmares and guilt.  They do not.  Poseidon asks Kratos to kill the Hydra and save his seas; this is when the player gets control over Kratos and the game begins.  After working through the first level and killing the Hydra (the first of only 3 bosses in the game), Kratos’s patience with the gods is at an end.  Athena asks him to do one last favor and the gods of Olympus will finally forgive him: kill Ares, who is now out of control and destroying Athens itself.  Kratos agrees, believing he will be able to avenge his family and finally be rid of his nightmares.

Kratos fights into, around, through, under, and above Athens for a good third of the game, sometimes aided by the gods and their magic/weapons (including an easy victory over Medusa).  After a mysterious encounter with a gravedigger, Kratos meets Athens’s oracle, who tells Kratos the key to destroying rampaging Ares is finding Pandora’s Box, which is strapped to the back of mighty Cronos in the Desert of Lost Souls.  Kratos wends through the desert, killing some Sirens along the way, and summons Cronos.  After three days of climbing up him, Kratos comes to Pandora’s Temple.  This is the majority of the game (at least it feels like it).  Kratos fights through the many levels and tests of the Temple, solving puzzles and slaying monsters all the while.  Once Kratos secures Pandora’s Box (a very large, intimidating box of fire), the player wonders how he is supposed to carry this all the way down Cronos and through the desert back to Athens.  Ares solves that problem by killing Kratos, sending him down to Hades, and capturing Pandora’s Box for himself.  Kratos struggles through Hades and is rescued by the mysterious gravedigger just in time to find he is too late to save the Athenian oracle.  With a little bit more Olympian help, Kratos confronts Ares for the last time.  Through physical and psychological battles, Kratos eventually conquers Ares…only to find the gods of Olympus forgive his blasphemy but will not take away his memories of his family, bringing us back to the beginning of the game.  Athena prevents Kratos from ending his life and gives him new blades as the replacement god of war.  Kratos takes his place on Olympus.

Fate Unravelled

Kratos has not done much better than Ares as the new god of war, and the gods of Olympus regret their decision.  Kratos has been leading his Spartans against Greece again; during an assault on Rhodes and its Colossus, Zeus tricks Kratos into sacrificing his divine powers, eventually killing him with the same sword that he used to end the War of the Titans so long ago.  In Hades a second time, Kratos meets Gaia and becomes a part of her plan to lead the Titans in revenge against Zeus.  In order to do so, he must turn back time and conquer the Sisters of Fate: Lakhesis, Atropos, and Clotho.  With Pegasus’s assistance, Kratos begins his next adventure.  With the aid of Titans (sometimes at their expense), Kratos finds the Island of Creation, wrangles the Steeds of Time, and wages a one-man campaign against the myths of Greece: Prometheus, Icarus, Theseus, Perseus, Euryale (Medusa’s sister, but you knew that already, right?), and even the Barbarian King again all get in Kratos’s way…oops. 

Kratos defeats Cerberus (after he finishes munching Jason) and filches the Golden Fleece out of his throat.  After defeating Icarus (and taking his wings), Kratos encounters Atlas and learns more of Zeus’s story and why the Titans are against him.  With his help, Kratos resumes his quest for the Sisters of Fate.  At the Palace of the Fates, Kratos does some dastardly deeds, kills the Kraken, and resurrects the Phoenix, who takes him, finally, to the Temple of the Fates.  After the most annoying bell-ringing sequence you’ll ever experience in your life, Kratos works his way to the Sisters of Fate, dispatching them in appropriate fashion.  Once Kratos controls the Loom of Fate, he returns to the moment of Zeus’s betrayal, igniting the final boss battle of the game.  During his multi-part confrontation with Zeus, Kratos learns from Athena that he is Zeus’s son!  Zeus did not want his own son to usurp him like he did his father Cronos.  This only motivates Kratos more.  Returning to the Loom, Kratos travels back to the War of the Titans and brings them back with him to the present, setting the stage for the final chapter.

Pandora Unchained

The finale of Kratos’s story (or is it…?) came out for PS3, ratcheting up the graphics, details, gameplay, and, unfortunately, the sauciness.  Some might be disappointed in that most of the “new” weapons in this game are just minor variations on the familiar blades; additionally, the story is much more vertical, in contrast to the widespread horizontal levels in the first two games (this is due, primarily, to the nature of the game being mainly an assault on Mt. Olympus, so it couldn’t be helped too much).  The game is also shorter than the first two, which made the initial PS3 release price a bit of a challenge (though that shouldn’t be a problem by now).  These niggles aside, it’s an impressive game.  The creative studio is different from the first two, so the design and story changes are quite noticeable; we might never know fully what the original ending would have looked like had David Jaffe and the original team finished the story themselves; even so, the story and ending provided by the God of War III we have is a great gaming and emotionally-moving experience.

Picking up right where God of War II left off, Kratos and the Titans assault Mt. Olympus.  The first twenty minutes of the game is as incredible a gaming experience (especially the Poseidon battle) comparable to the opening twenty minutes of Saving Private Ryan as any you’ll play (rivaling many individual scenes even of Final Fantasy VI, but not the entire game).  During the early conflict, the Titans cast off Kratos as a means to an end.  Having been completely betrayed by virtually the entire pantheon of Greek mythology, Kratos resolves to bring it all to an end.  His final journal is started by a resurrected Athena — though she has changed quite a bit from the being Kratos once knew (the similarities to the end of Assassin’s Creed II are eerie).  Along the way, Kratos returns to Hades, is tested by the Judges of the Underworld (Minos, Rhadamanthus, and Aeacus), climbs the Chain of Balance, and quenches the Flame of Olympus.  He also encounters (read “kills”) Peirithous, Hephaestus, Hermes, Hercules, Hades, Helios, Hera, Poseidon, Daedalus, Perses, and Cronos himself.  It’s pretty intense.  During the mostly-vertical journey, Kratos learns that the key to final victory is, once again, Pandora’s Box.  In order to get to it this time, he needs the help of a rather unlikely source…Pandora herself.

After each victory over a god of Olympus, Kratos makes the world worse: Hades’s death means the chaotic release of the souls in torment, Helios’s death darkens the sun, Hermes’s death results in a plague, Hera’s death is an end to plant life — it seems the game is about destruction, vengeance, and chaos…but it’s not.

Once Kratos breaks the Chain of Balance and raises Daedalus’s Labyrinth up to the heights of Mt. Olympus so Pandora can quell the fires of Olympus and open her Box, he realizes that the only way Pandora can “open” the Box is by her own death.  With Zeus looking on and taunting them both, Kratos decides at the end to prevent Pandora from killing herself — he won’t let another innocent girl die because of him.  Pandora, though, will not listen to him.  In a chaotic scene, Pandora sacrifices herself for the good of others and the Box is opened again.  This time, instead of giving Kratos the power to destroy a god, the Box is empty.  Enraged, he assaults Zeus again.  Gaia intervenes, resulting in her own death and seeming death of Zeus through Kratos impaling them with the Blade of Olympus.  Before Kratos can depart, though, the spirit of Zeus sends Kratos into his own psyche.  Feeling the weight of his life and crimes, Kratos sinks into despair again, only to be rescued by Pandora.  She saves him and leads us to one of the most touching moments in video game history, the reconciliation of Kratos and his family, as he finally forgives himself for what he did.  With this renewed self-awareness, Kratos frees himself from his past and can finally conquer Zeus once and for all.

…It’s About Hope

When it is all over, the mystical Athena returns for the contents of Pandora’s Box, refusing to believe Kratos that it was empty.  We now learn why Zeus betrayed Kratos in the first place and the true nature of Pandora’s Box.  Zeus sealed all the evils in the world in the Box; knowing it would be opened one day, Athena placed hope inside it as well before Zeus shut it.  When Kratos first opened it against Ares, the evils of the world infected not mankind but the Olympians.  Athena wants the hope back so she can rebuild the now-chaotic natural world and hold dominion over the mortals her way.  Kratos will not let this happen; he plunges the Blade of Olympus into himself one last time, releasing hope and its power back for all mankind.  Athena, enraged and disappointed, abandons Kratos as he fades away.  After the credits, a trail of blood intimates Kratos may still be alive.

The story is all about hope.  Hope is not for the weak, despite Kratos’s claim: hope, says Pandora, is what makes us strong, what makes us human; it is why we are here.  There is a monumental amount of truth in what she says.  Hope is one of the three key virtues according to 1 Corinthians 13:13.  True, love is more important, but that does not mean we should ignore genuine hope.  Hope is not a groundless, amorphous “gee, wouldn’t it be swell if…” emotion that flitters about willy-nilly.  “Hope is the thing with feathers.”  Hope is that ground upon which our faith is based, the assurance that God is Who He is, whether we see it (believe it) clearly in the moment or not.

“Babylon 5 was the last of the Babylon stations.  There would never be another.  It changed the future and it changed us.  It taught us that we have to create the future or others will do it for us.  It showed us that we have to care for one another, because if we don’t, who will?  And that true strength sometimes comes from the most unlikely places.  Mostly, though, I think it gave us hope, that there can always be new beginnings.  Even for people like us.”

God of War is about hope.  Redeeming Pandora is about hope, joining Pandora’s willing sacrifice to make hope a palpable part of who we are, how we think, how we live…and how we die.  Being a Christian — being human — is about…hope.

The Song Remains Supreme – A Reflection on X-Cutioner’s Song

Christopher Rush

It Was 1992…

Scott and Jean were not yet married (though she was still alive again).  Cable was still a mysterious figure.  We weren’t sure who Stryfe was.  The newly-launched X-Men and X-Force titles had not-yet participated in a major X-Titles crossover.  The New Mutants had recently become X-Force and were, in effect, part of the problem now.  Bishop had just arrived from the future, and we still didn’t know what he meant to the team.  We had so many questions, but we were certain that the future would be impressive — like the Edwardian Age, optimism abounded.  What came next did not disappoint (not the real fans).

X-Cutioner’s Song is an oft-overlooked great crossover in the history of the Children of the Atom.  Before Onslaught, the House of M, and Grant Morrison came along and changed everything (again and again), the revitalized X-Titles were hitting a new stride, despite the great talents of yesteryear (Chris Claremont, especially) no longer being a part of the process.  A simplicity still existed that seems lost today.  X-Cutioner’s Song, about to turn twenty years old, deserves a second look.  As is our wont, we won’t reveal all the plots, subplots, and exquisite details that abound throughout the series — you should read it for yourself, even if you don’t know the difference between Cyclops and Havok.

Part 1 — Uncanny X-Men 294: “Overture”

Though this will sound rather hyperbolic, Uncanny X-Men 294 is about as close to perfect as a comic book can get.  The better issues of comics, for me, fall in two categories: monumental (and believable) significant changes and laid-back, “day in the life” episodes — admittedly, two ends of a rather vast spectrum.  UXM 294 has both.  For most of the issue, we see various X-Teams going about their day: Scott and Jean are relaxing at Harry’s Hideaway; Bobby and Peter are shopping for groceries; Warren is on a date; Guido, Jamie, and Pietro are sitting down to watch Charles Xavier on television.  Bishop and Rogue are on perimeter detail, discussing previous occurrences (it’s always nice when the characters remember events from previous issues), and so are Ororo and Remy (two unlikely pairings), all surreptitiously guarding Xavier as he prepares to address the gathered crowd about unwarranted mutant bigotry.  As is often the case, these relaxed “day in the life” experiences are interrupted: Scott and Jean are attacked and kidnapped by Apocalypse’s Horseman and Stryfe (pretending to be Cable) shoots Xavier in front of everyone.  Just like that, the relaxing day becomes the beginning of a very good and vastly underrated cross-over: X-Cutioner’s Song.  The only thing that prevents this from being a full five-star great issue is the ambiguity of Scott and Jean’s kidnapping: one moment the roof is collapsing, the next we are told they have been spirited away — a minor confusion, but it is still confusing.  Other than that, the issue is remarkable for its brief character moments and its scenes of conflict and tension.

Part 2 — X-Factor 84: “Tough Love”

A great deal of the success of this issue is the unique pencil work of Jae Lee.  For the longest time, when first reading X-Factor back in ’92 when these issues came out, I could not tell why the artwork was so much edgier for the issues in this crossover than the issues before and after it; it was not until much later I realized (by looking at the credits, finally) the penciler, Jae Lee, did his only X-Factor work on the three issues of this event.  Though his exaggerations of muscles (Bishop’s especially) can get a bit extreme, his artwork for this issue is admirably suited to the story; his penciling of the characters and their taut emotions both in their concern for Xavier and their anger at having to fight their own, albeit temporarily rogue, friends and former understudies is fitting.  Equally fitting is Peter David’s writing.  He has admitted to being a character-driven writer, and this issue exemplifies that important attribute of better comics, even in the midst of a story-driven multi-part crossover.  Archangel’s moment of anger at Apocalypse, Strong Guy’s humor even in the most awkward moments, and Quicksilver’s lines throughout the issue are all great examples of Peter David’s skills.  Being the second part of a series is a challenging role to fill, and X-Factor 84 does a remarkable job keeping the pace and tension going after Uncanny X-Men 294.

Part 3 — X-Men 14: “Fingers on the Trigger”

The cover of X-Men 14 is a bit misleading, considering Cyclops is in suspended animation during the issue, being transported by Mr. Sinister to the Mutant Liberation Front.  Additionally, this issue suffers (though only slightly) in that it has to be a joining episode of a multi-part story arc essentially acting as the set-up issue to the exciting second part of the battle between the X-Men/X-Factor unit and X-Force, completed next in X-Force 16.  Since it is a set-up issue, we have a lot of travelling panels, “here’s what we’re going to do next” conversations, and rapid oscillation among the various plot threads and teams involved.  That’s not necessarily a bad thing, for the overall story, but it does diminish the enjoyment of this particular issue qua issue; however, some of the brief character moments make this issue worthwhile and surprisingly enjoyable even for a transition issue.  Havok’s internal struggles over confronting and capturing X-Force are a great touch, elaborated on further in X-Force 16: he works for the government, but he is still a part of Xavier’s dream.  The discussion of said dream is also one of the better moments in this issue, as Wolverine (ever the cynical one) intimates it might be time to give up on the “dream” and realize it is all a “nightmare.”  Having to attack their former pupils (for attempting to assassinate their mentor, no less) certainly adds to the uncertainty of this time in the X-Teams’ existences and personal lives.

Part 4 — X-Force 16: “Jacklighting”

Underlying this crossover is Xavier’s dream: humans and mutants can live together in harmony, free of hatred and bigotry.  In the previous installment, Gambit and Wolverine speculated it was past time the X-Men realized the dream was illusory and the pragmatic realities of their day should make them realize the world is a “nightmare.”  The dream is tested in X-Force 16, as X-Factor and the Blue Team X-Men fight X-Force again.  Cannonball’s leadership is also tested again: he knows they are no match for the older, more experienced teams, and he even has to leave some wounded mates behind in their tactical retreat; eventually he surrenders, knowing full well Wolverine would kill them to get what he wanted.

The changing nature of the X-Universe is furthered in the issue by Bishop’s confrontation with Mr. Sinister.  Bishop’s lack of hesitation in pulling the trigger pleases Sinister, which is not a good sign for the Dream.  Wolverine, Bishop, Cable — they and their interactions all point to the changes in Xavier’s dream in the years ahead, climaxing (for now) in the events of the Second Coming event and its aftereffects.  The storyline of the X-Cutioner’s Song moves ahead with this issue: Sinister tells Val Cooper who is behind it all, Cable prepares to confront him, and Stryfe reveals himself to Cyclops and Jean Grey.  The final page of the issue, though, is the best part: once X-Force is in captivity, Havok asks in desperation, “What do we do now?”  He is clearly not just asking about how to save Xavier’s body — if the followers of Xavier’s Dream can’t even trust each other, how can the Dream survive outside of mutantkind?

Part 5 — Uncanny X-Men 295: “Familiar Refrain”

Part of the interesting nature of the X-Cutioner’s Song crossover is the relative newness of many characters we now take for granted, especially Bishop and Cable.  Cable had only been around for a couple of years; we still did not know if he was Cyclops’s son taken into the future (or if Stryfe was).  Before the traitor of the X-Men turned out to be Xavier (and later Bishop himself), Bishop was a mysterious young man from the future, like Cable, who didn’t yet fit in despite his commitment to them.  With those mysteries going on, Archangel’s unresolved anger over Apocalypse’s transformation of him from the Angel adds to the tension of seeking out Apocalypse’s help to rescue Xavier, the father of the X-Men as a whole.  Stryfe’s first encounter with Cyclops and Jean Grey in the previous installment of the crossover included him calling them his father and mother (in quotation marks), and now his revenge on them begins in earnest (though since his mother is Madelyne Pryor, not Jean Grey, his anger with her is misplaced) — all for the purpose of finding out why they treated him the way they did, sending him into the future (though it was actually Cable).  Even before The Adventures of Cyclops and Phoenix, the effects of that series shaped the direction of the X-Men for a time.  Though Stryfe does not become a major villain in the future of the X-Men, his existence is important here and now.  The issue is fairly strong, especially with all of its sub-plots.  The one irritating aspect of it is that suddenly Wolverine and Bishop have gone off to Department K, though we never knew they were going there.  Their unexpected run-in with Cable is a little forced, but the humor sprinkled in the issue, especially from Wolverine, helps alleviate the slightly jarring plot progression.

Part 6 — X-Factor 85: “Snikts and Bones”

Though this issue is another “transition” episode between major points along the X-Cutioner’s Song plotline, Peter David’s emphasis on character moments make this a much more engaging transition than X-Men 14.  The unique (and dark) Jae Lee pencil work makes the melee combat scenes extra taught (especially Bishop’s muscles).  Cannonball’s decision to help the X-Teams in their investigation into the Mutant Liberation Front is a good one (for his maturation), though I would have liked to have seen a scene of him telling the rest of the imprisoned X-Force that he is going out on a work visa.  Wolverine is especially lucid in this issue, showing his open-mindedness in listening to Cable — which is also a good decision for his character, but it strikes as a little odd, especially with his “anti-Dream” talk earlier in the crossover.  Cyclops’s scene of impulsive frustration (though after hours of solitary incarceration) is a sign of his tough-as-nails personality in post-M-Day issues a decade after this storyline, but it seems a smidge out of place here.  His reaction to the realization he just optic blasted children and Jean is fitting with his character.  It is a good coupling with Stryfe’s scene with Jean in the previous installment, but the episodes are too brief, especially since the crossover is now half-over.  The most interesting scene is Archangel’s accidental decapitation of Kamikaze.  Archangel’s reaction is apropos; Boom Boom’s reaction is likewise apropos for her character, and the juxtaposition of her immaturity and his maturity is remarkable — especially after all of Archangel’s talk about wanting to assassinate Apocalypse.

Part 7 — X-Men 15: “The Camel’s Back”

This may be the weakest link in the chain of X-Cutioner’s Song.  It’s not that we expect non-stop action and major plot points throughout all twelve episodes in the crossover; the story is certainly allowed to transition from set piece to set piece with intervening respites.  What sets X-Men 15 apart from other linking issues, though, is that it lacks the good character moments that bolster the story-movements in those other episodes.  Though Colossus has a good moment pondering his brother’s recent actions, Strong Guy’s interruption does not improve the scene, even in a comedic way.  Similarly, Stryfe’s moment of humiliation for Scott and Jean in this issue is too bizarre to provide a good continuation of his vengeance scheme.  The dialogue throughout the issue suffers: Reaper is too casual at the beginning, Stryfe is too congenial with Zero, Beast is too easily angered with Moira, and Scott and Jean — despite being major motivations for the story — have again almost nothing to say.  The X-Teams get beat up in this issue: Boom Boom’s jaw is broken (perhaps fitting punishment for her juvenile reaction to Kamikaze’s death in the previous episode) and Rogue is temporarily blinded.  Stryfe’s quick dismantling of the Dark Riders begs the question — why would Apocalypse have such a weak team around him?  Havok again has to ask someone for advice on what to do next — before it was a sign of his deep emotional struggle with their plight; now he just looks indecisive and weak.  The story moves along a little bit, thanks to Stryfe and the dismantling of the Mutant Liberation Front, but little overall progress is made.

Part 8 — X-Force 17: “Sleeping with the Enemy”

Part of the impressive and enjoyable aspect of this crossover is that the “big battles” come in a progressive series: the story presents the one about to happen as the real climactic battle, but when it’s over, we know the next one is going to be even more significant.  Such development does not happen as successfully in many crossovers.  The battle between Stryfe and Apocalypse seems like it should be bigger, even though it occurs at the beginning of the issue.  When it ends, we know that more important things are about to happen.  Finally, we hear from Cable about his history with Stryfe — that he doesn’t even know yet why they have the same face is part of the creative atmosphere of the time: here was an interesting mystery in the X-Universe that did not require major retcons or total multi-series changes (Disassembled, Civil War, Dark Siege, etc.).  The Stryfe/Apocalypse connection is also enjoyable, but a bit confusing if you are unfamiliar with their appearances/history.  Why Stryfe is glad the Dark Riders so quickly turn to him is odd, considering his disgust with them in the previous installment for being so weak — perhaps having weak acolytes is acceptable if they are your weak acolytes.  The comedic snippets in this issue are better than the attempts in X-Men 15: Wolverine’s struggle with Graymalkin’s anti-smoking programming is a highlight.  Other character moments help this issue succeed: Rahne’s talk with her former teammates, Siryn’s realization she was involved not with Madrox but one of his duplicates, and Cannonball’s confrontation with Havok reminds us he (Guthrie) is fit to lead after all (Havok again comes off as a bit weak and thoughtless).  Finally Scott and Jean get to do something again, though it’s only for a couple of panels.  Their relationship is presented well as something good in this issue — the later destruction of it will forever be a dark spot in Marvel’s history.  Archangel’s confrontation with Apocalypse at the close of the issue is a good reminder of their connection and just how integral Apocalypse was in the development of the X-Universe in the ’80s and beyond.

Part 9 — Uncanny X-Men 296: “Crescendo”

This issue does a fair amount with not much material, which is impressive considering the couple of flaws in it: the beginning is confusing, made more so by the incorrect footnote from Bob Harras on page one; when did Cyclops and Jean encounter the Dark Riders?; the missing footnote on page 22 (though the issue doesn’t have page numbers for some reason) — the references to years-ago back issues are more important than references to issues in the same crossover.  It’s also a bit confusing how the Dark Riders got to the moon so quickly from Egypt, after Stryfe just swayed them over in the previous episode.  Aside from those aspects, this issue does have some good moments.  The “story thus far” recap by Bishop, Cable, and Wolverine is interesting enough to prevent being tedious.  Cyclops and Jean’s kiss before they head into more danger is another great aspect of their good relationship in the good ol’ days, before more recent writers felt free to destroy one of the best things about the X-Men and Marvel Universe.  It’s about time Scott and Jean finally got to do something substantial for the first time since the beginning of the crossover (before they were captured by Caliban).  Stryfe’s reaction to their sacrificial response to his test is great, even though one could make the argument not enough time in the series has been given to him and them.  Some might prefer his realization to be in subconscious thought bubbles instead of editorial rectangles, but that is not as important as the event itself.  Stryfe is no longer certain Scott and Jean abandoned him…what has he left now?

Part 10 — X-Factor 86: “One of These Days…Pow!  Zoom!”

So late into a crossover, one might expect an issue to drag any potential momentum down — not so with this final David/Lee match-up.  This pair did great things with these three X-Factor issues, but Lee may steal the show here.  The best moments in this great issue are wordless images from Lee.  Few great authors would allow the images do all the narrating, even in comics — Peter David proves his greatness by letting Lee’s images tell everything we need, both in a comic scene and a heart-wrenching romantic scene.  The image progression of Scott and Jean running out of oxygen and turning to spend their last moments embracing is one of the best moments in Marvel’s history.  Later, the comic wordless scenes of Cable, Wolverine, and Bishop waiting for Graymalkin to recalibrate for the Moon are a great progression (especially Cable whittling a Domino statuette).  David does get some great character lines in, though: Havok gets some leadership skills back with his humor, Strong Guy’s comedic moment is far superior to the weak scene with Colossus a few issues before, and Cable’s “hour and a half” line is priceless.  Stryfe’s tearful confrontation of Cyclops and Jean is what the series (at least their section of it) has been waiting for — genuine emotion.  That Storm and Havok listen to Warren in letting Apocalypse finish saving Xavier from the techno-organic virus is a good testament not only to their good leadership skills but also Warren’s strength as a character and original X-Man.  This is a stupendous issue.

Part 11 — X-Men 16: “Conflicting Cathexes”

Admittedly, this issue suffers structurally, in that it is the final set-up piece before the grand finale of the crossover, so we shouldn’t be too harsh on it.  It does have some good character moments: Cannonball’s brief confrontation with Cable and Archangel’s lines to Bishop are great — “His life has been marked by pain and loss,” says Bishop of Apocalypse.  “And that’s an excuse, Bishop?  Which one of us hasn’t gone through the same?  You just don’t see us choosing to mark everyone else’s life with the same brand of hatred that’s inflicted on us,” replies Warren.  That sums up ’90s X-Men, pretty much.  By this point in their lives, all of the X-Men had gone through an awful lot of turmoil and heartbreak…but they were still there, fighting to protect a world that hated and feared them — even fighting against other mutants.  It was never about sheer force, which Bishop acknowledges.  That the beginning of the issue tries to reject that (in Wolverine) is part of why the issue is somewhat flawed.  Other smaller scenes and tidbits detract from the issue as well, but it does serve its overall purpose of drawing the various plot strands and character groups together for the final act.

Part 12 — X-Force 18: “Ghosts in the Machine”

Sometimes the finale of a major crossover can be a giant letdown; sometimes the payoff is not worth the investment.  Neither of these is true of X-Force 18: this is a marvelous conclusion, bringing us fully (and finally) to the heart of what Stryfe and X-Cutioner’s Song have been about from the beginning — family (one could make the case for “love” as well).  In one sense, there was no “need” to bring in Apocalypse to the story at all.  Stryfe could have certainly shot Xavier with a regular plasma gun or something, not a techno-organic virus only Apocalypse could cure.  The reason he was brought in to the series seems to be the great scene of weakened Apocalypse and Archangel here: Warren declares (and possibly realizes for the first time) the true part of him that makes him himself was not altered by Apocalypse — he is not truly his son.  Havok’s weak moments throughout the series are forgotten in his personal confrontation with Stryfe: he finally voices his perspective at being a Summers but not Scott Summers, and he seems to begin to cope pretty well (for the time being — he’s one of the worst-treated characters in Marvel’s history).  Underlying this crossover is the question “who is Cable?”  Is Stryfe or Cable the son Cyclops had to send into the future?  Though this crossover was supposed to answer that question, it didn’t…which is much more satisfying as an ending, surprisingly enough.  That Scott starts to suspect that Cable is, to Jean’s surprise, is a great way to conclude the song.  Keeping the mystery alive (especially while delivering an emotionally moving conclusion) is far superior to answering the question and then having the writers retcon it all twelve years later (the current fashion).  Some may think Stryfe’s desire for togetherness is too sappy of a motivation — they are mistaken.  The epilogue, Stryfe’s “pox on all mutantkind,” is of course the release of the Legacy Virus.  That later writers of X-Books did not know what to do with it is not the fault of this storyline.  Sinister’s stoic response to being tricked by Stryfe is consistent with his equipoise throughout the series.  X-Cutioner’s Song is a story about family, about belonging, being together, and how (much) the Children of the Atom have to sacrifice in order to do that, even a little.  This is a great story that shows us the heart of many of these great characters.

Epilogue — Uncanny X-Men 297: “Up and Around

This is the best comic issue I have ever read.  As an epilogue to a great crossover, Uncanny X-Men 297 has the perfect mood: quiet.  Some might argue the issue needs Cyclops and Jean to reflect on what just happened to them: perhaps, but they already did that (albeit briefly) in X-Force 18.  Now is the time for the other refrains of the song to reach their codas.  Rogue and Gambit spend some time together as she recovers (on the roof) from her temporary blinding in the crossover, though in a way that finally allows Rogue to speak her mind about what she needs, her desire for Gambit, and her great disappointment (irately so) that they can’t be together: Gambit’s power is to charge up objects and throw them away — Rogue certainly doesn’t want that to happen to her; she’s a woman, not a thing.  After some hours of separation, Gambit finally returns and offers Rogue what he can, a blanket and some reassuring words — for now, his presence is enough.  The thread of Warren and Hank rebuilding Harry’s Hideaway is the greatest series of panels probably ever.  What’s great about it, as with the entire issue, is the genuineness of the emotions and dialogue.  Finally we get some reflection on where the original X-Men used to be, how things were in the old days before Hank and Warren turned blue (literally and figuratively).  It’s so easy to forget they started out as students, as kids, writing term papers and struggling with their personal issues before Magneto, Apocalypse, the Sentinels, and the M’Kraan Crystal changed everything (again and again).  Hank’s laughter and Warren’s reflection on his old attitude are superb.  Better still is Hank’s encouragement to Warren, especially after Warren’s own confession to Apocalypse the day before: he has struggled through his experiences (we all have), but he has come through them truly human and mature.  The final thread of the issue is Professor X’s moments with Jubilee, as he enjoys a few hours’ ability to walk again.  That he spends them with Jubilee is a great touch — the two ends of the good X-Universe spectrum.  The quiet scenes of his reflections on losing his mobility, gaining it again, and imminently losing it again are excellent character and narrative moments.  The final two pages are some of the most moving in X-Men history, rivaling the great Cyclops and Jean moments earlier in the crossover.  This issue shows us what Professor Xavier’s Dream is all about: it’s not about fighting evil mutants and bigoted humans; it’s about love.

Addendum – Stryfe’s Strike File

Being a completist, I had been searching for this comic since 1992.  I finally found it for 25 cents in 2010.  Shortly thereafter, I began finding it in every comic store I visited — strange how that happens.  The issue serves its purpose well, and the writing, though defamed by some, is aptly written as the writings of the deluded and maniacal Stryfe.  It’s challenging to view the X-world through the eyes of a recently-arrived crazy man.  The first appearance of Holocaust is here; more notable is Stryfe’s comment that he isn’t supposed to be in this timeline — two years before the Age of Apocalypse.  Similarly, Threnody’s first appearance is here, almost a year before she appears in X-Men 27.  Before Colossus becomes an Acolyte, Stryfe says it’s coming.  It’s odd to think of Bishop and Wolverine as lesser players than they think they are, especially considering Wolverine’s stratospheric popularity.  Too bad Stryfe could not see Scarlet Witch’s future destruction of the X-Universe a decade in the future.  His comments about Cannonball are perhaps the kindest things ever said about Sam Guthrie.  The frame story of Professor X reading through these files is a nice narrative device, but it’s more impressive that, despite his desire to know what Stryfe knew, he purges the files — the X-Men will face the future, together, without the perspective and machinations of madmen like Stryfe.

The Song Remains Supreme

The good news for you is we are living in an age in which Marvel has recommitted to releasing its classic crossovers and series in remastered hardcover and trade paperback sets (some at better prices than others if ordered on-line).  Instead of trying to track down the separate issues in the various comic book stores around town, you can simply wait a couple of months and order the future hardcover release scheduled to come out August 2011 (with both Uncanny X-Men 297 and Stryfe’s Strike Files, you lucky duck, you — no waiting eighteen years needed).  True, it might be more enjoyable to track down the issues and look at the advertisements for Aladdin the movie and Hook the SNES game, but if you are just interested in reading one of the better X-Men stories at a time before the crazy retconning and character destructions of the 2000s, getting a copy of X-Cutioner’s Song is the way to go.  It’s a great story with some of the best character moments in X-Men history.

It’s Only Knock and Knowall, But I Like It — The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway: Gabriel’s Genesis Retrospective, pt. 6

Christopher Rush

The Lamb Lies Down and Gabriel Bows Out

After the success of Selling England By the Pound, the follow-up album would be an important landmark in the direction of Genesis.  Unfortunately, a variety of factors contributed to the end of the Golden Age of Genesis.  For the first time, the creative process was changed: Peter Gabriel wrote most of the lyrics for Lamb apart from the band, as they wrote most of the music separately.  When the two sides came together, the joining of lyrics and music was not as seamless as it had been before.  Though some members of the band were somewhat relieved that the thematic content of Lamb was different from the mythical, mystical stuff that dominated so much of their previous albums (at least, for the most part), the collaboration process brought more frustration than camaraderie.  Additionally, Gabriel was absent for much of the creative sessions, helping his wife during her debilitating pregnancy.  Though this was admirable and certainly the right thing to do, it helped strain the relations of the band.  Before the tour even began, Gabriel’s time with the band was technically over, though he did stay around long enough to complete the tour.  This helped to further the rifts in the band, since Gabriel’s on-stage characters and costumes overshadowed, at least critically, the musicianship of the other band members.  The lengthy Lamb Tour, in effect, finished off the Golden Age of Genesis.  As he sings in “In the Cage,” the sweat (not sweet) has turned sour.  They have come, in an odd, unfortunate way, full circle since From Genesis to Revelation.

In order to give The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway an appropriate tribute and analysis, frankly, we would need an entire issue of Redeeming Pandora solely for that purpose.  If you thought “We Didn’t Start the Fire” takes a lot of footnotes to explicate, that is nothing compared to the voluminous amount of annotation necessary to delve into the mysteries and wonders of Gabriel’s fecund erudition.  Lamb almost makes Joyce and Eliot seem obtuse.  Without trying to sound proud, I don’t even understand it all myself, though I’m doing my best.  For the sake of time, and an attempt to give some semblance of respect to what is rightly considered one of the best concept albums of all time, we shall offer an admittedly superficial exploration of some of the main ideas explored throughout the album.  If time permits (and the journal continues), look for a more elaborate analysis of this monumental work in the future.  Certainly more consideration needs to be given to the fantastic musical aspects of the album in addition to the lyrical narrative outline with which we will concern ourselves for now.  In the meantime, listen to the album (many, many times) and read Gabriel’s story in the liner notes to tide you over until we meet again.

Part One

Lamb is a concept album, as mentioned before.  The concept is much larger and expansive than a simple declarative sentence can encapsulate, but the basic story is the journey of self-discovery of Rael, the Imperial Aerosol Kid, Puerto Rican graffiti artist in New York City, though he thinks he is trying to save his brother John.  Against that basic frame story, we meet mystical creatures like Keats’s Lamia, Lilywhite Lilith, and the Colony of Slippermen.  Sprinkled throughout this mystical, mythical tale, Gabriel alludes to Wordsworth (“I wandered lonely as a cloud”), Motown (“I got sunshine”), and classical comedy (“Groucho with his movies trailing”), and just about everything else under the sun and subway.

The liner notes tell us “a lamb lies down.  This lamb has nothing whatsoever to do with Rael, or any other lamb — it just lies down on Broadway.”  Eh.  Maybe.  It might not be Van Eyck’s lamb, but it probably means something (everything in this album does, right?).  Rael emerges from the steam and shadows, spray-painting R-A-E-L, as part of his attempt to make a name for himself.  Discontent with his seemingly purposeless life, and that no one notices him and his work Rael wonders if it might be better to be a fly waiting to smash into a windshield.  Soon, mists arise and Rael finds himself in a cage.  His brother John appears but turns away and won’t help him.  The cage disappears, and Rael spins down underground to see the Grand Parade of Lifeless Packaging (mankind, obsessed with materialism and consumerism).  He tries to save his brother John from turning into a lifeless advertisement, but suddenly he is back in New York City, at least he thinks he is.  During his confusion, we get some of Rael’s backstory: his reform school days, his pyrotechnic tendencies, his time running with a gang, his commitment to being tough (pictured by shaving his hairy heart and cuddling a porcupine), and his first “romantic” encounter, which, despite the fine instruction he got from a book on how to succeed in such endeavors, ended in total failure.  Romeo kissed by the book; Rael did everything else by it — neither ended well.  These reflections come to a close; John is nowhere to be found.

Suddenly Rael is in a corridor with lambswool under his naked feet (far too many lamb references for it to mean nothing).  One cannot hide from the present in one’s memory, Rael decides.  He spots some people crawling along the carpet in the direction he must go, heeding the call: “We’ve got to get in to get out.”  He follows the carpet crawlers (people, not bugs) up the stairs into a chamber of 32 doors.  Looking at all of these doors, Rael ponders what he needs in life, deciding he needs “someone to believe in, someone to trust.”  His whole life has been one of rebellion and individualism; it’s time for a change.  It’s not about wealth: he can’t really trust either rich men or poor men.  Countrymen seem more trustworthy than townmen, for diverse reasons.  Every door seems to lead him back here, to a waiting room of fearful, solitary indecision.  Priests, magicians, academics, and even his parents send him in different directions, “[b]ut nowhere feels quite right.”  Rael decides that he’ll trust someone “who doesn’t shout what he’s found. / There’s no need to sell if you’re homeward bound.”  Rael finally accepts he can’t live in fear anymore.  He’s ready to trust — but whom?

Part Two

“The chamber was in confusion — all the voices shouting loud.”  Rael sees Lilith, a pale, blind woman who needs Rael’s help as much as he needs hers.  He leads her through the crowd into more darkness, and she leaves him to face his fear.  “Two golden globes float into the room / And a blaze of white light fills the air.”  Rael is blinded, tosses a stone in front of him in defense against an approaching whirring sound, glass breaks, the cavern collapses, and Rael is trapped in the rubble.  This is where the album really gets weird.

Rael finds himself in the waiting room of the Supernatural Anaesthetist, who happens also to be a fine dancer.  The gas he emits leads Rael down a long passageway until he enters a new magnificent chamber.  “Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist.”  From the waters rise three Lamia, beautiful women with snake tails below the waist.  Entranced by the anesthetic and their beauty, Rael “trusts in beauty blind” and enters the pool.  Initially it seems the Lamia die and give their carcasses to Rael for food.  Soon we discover it was all a trick.  Rael glides along like the Lady of Shallott until the water around him “turns icy blue” and he arrives at the Colony of Slippermen.

The Slippermen are slimy, bumpy creatures — all victims of the Lamia’s ploy, and Rael is becoming one of them.  The Slippermen point Rael in the direction of his brother John and the only cure for becoming a full Slipperman: castration by Doktor Dyper.  Rael and John are reunited and quickly agree to the rather drastic “cure.”  What’s left over after the operation is placed in “a yellow plastic shoobedoobe,” a storage tube, so what was removed can be used again in emergency situations.  Suddenly, the dark cloud that first captured Rael in New York City returns, this time morphing into a giant Raven that steals his shoobedoobe.  Rael goes after the Raven, but John abandons him again for the “safety” of the underworld.  Rael is about to catch up with the Raven when he drops the tube into a river in a ravine.  Rael watches it float away.

Rael decides to chase after it; just as he’s about to catch up with it, he sees the way out of this surreal underground prison: a window opens up back to New York City.  Rael heads for the exit only to hear his brother cry for help down below in the ravine.  Faced with the most important decision of his life, Rael plunges into action: abandoning the way back to freedom and home, he, like Huck Finn, risks staying “forever in this forsaken place” to rescue his brother.  After an exciting and dangerous chase, Rael finally pulls his brother to safety … only to find he has not rescued John but Rael himself.  The epilogue to the album, “it.,” intimates that “Rael” is a minor anagram of “Real.”  Broadly speaking, the concept for this concept album is about living one’s life wisely and selflessly — but choose wisely, because the time to decide is now.  Certainly some parallels exist to Pink Floyd’s The Wall, but enough differences exist for the two monumental albums to be considered separate entities, both of great value beyond diverse aesthetic experiences.  The Lamb Lies Down on Broadway reminds us of important truths about the brevity of life and the importance of making wise and selfless decisions in the time we are given.

“It’s Only Knock and Knowall, but I Like It”

Lest they be taken too seriously, though, Gabriel closes the album with the last of his Genesis-era multi-layered ironies: “Yes it’s only knock and knowall, but I like it.”  A subtle Rolling Stones allusion conveys Gabriel’s mission (if I may use such a weighty word) on not only The Lamb but also his entire Genesis career: satire (knock) and erudition (knowall) have been combined to present serious ideas in an enjoyable musical medium, combining great lyrics for slow, moving emotional songs and lengthy epic-like narratives (both apocalyptic and diverting) with masterful musicianship (far too often overlooked at the time and even today).  The album and Peter Gabriel’s tenure with the greatest progressive rock band of all time fade out, putting a knowing smile on our faces.  He wouldn’t have it any other way.

With Peter Gabriel’s departure from the group, the course of Genesis took a major turn to survive … but survive it did.  Like M*A*S*H had to adapt to the departures of Henry Blake and Trapper John, Genesis adapted (as it already had, with its early line-up changes before the classic lineup) for a new time and a new direction.  After a lengthy search and no suitable replacement found for Gabriel, Phil Collins became the official frontman of the band, and the rest, as they say, is history.  The next two albums, A Trick of the Tail (one of my favorites) and Wind and Wuthering (influenced by Wuthering Heights), continued the concept album approach for which classic Genesis is so noted.  It was not until Steve Hackett’s departure before …And Then There Were Three in 1978 that Genesis began to fully morph away from the king of progressive rock into the radio-friendly creator of pop rock smash hit singles in the 1980s many people think of when they hear the band’s name.

Hopefully this brief survey of the Peter Gabriel era of Genesis has inspired you to go back to the band’s progressive rock roots and hear for yourself (perhaps not for the first time) the creative beginnings of the band before it was defined by “Invisible Touch.”  Genesis is one of the most enjoyable and moving bands (lyrically and musically) of the modern musical era, with a history far richer than you may have known.  Start from the beginning, and work your way to the end.  And then do it again.  You will be glad you did.