Squee’s Wonderful Big
Giant Book of Unspeakable Horrors is a book I have been searching for for a
long time. Although, to be honest, I have been searching for any comic collection
by Jhonen Vasquez for a long time, and this just happened to be the first title
I actually managed to find in print, (having just recently been reprinted for
the twenty-fifth time since 1998 in what I imagine to be yet another relatively
small run). Ever since first seeing Invader
Zim five or six years ago and seeing this man’s name attached to the
creator tag, I’ve known that I want to experience more of his insanity, and preferably
unconstrained by television executives and the censuring that had to go on to
make Zim a show for younger viewers. Discovering
he was a cartoonist, I set out to track down his run of creator-owned comics Johnny the Homicidal Maniac or Squee!. Tracking either of them down
proved unsuccessful until just recently, with a reprint of Squee! being released. So, was it worth the years of occasional searching?
Generally, yes, this collection was exactly what I hoped it
to be. Pure lunacy, darkness, and anti-establishment jibes permeate the book.
You can imagine the person who stayed up to the early hours of the morning
inking pages was just ever so slightly on the edge of insanity. He has a genius
that wobbles on the brink of madness; dwelling on the kind of thoughts that
angry, lonely, fringe-relishing teenagers will instantly connect with, which
probably explains why a portion of his fan base is made up of these types. Searching
Jhonen Vasquez or any of his creations on the internet and you will discover
fan pages and DeviantArt profiles that will make you cringe. And yet, that is
part of what makes his work appealing to me. Knowing that the mostly normal can
enjoy the misadventures that befall Squee (or Todd as he is actually named),
Wobbly Headed Bob, and Happy Noodle Boy and at the same time there is a kid
curled up under the covers in his parent’s basement practically worshipping
each page. What I’m saying here is that the book can be read for what it is -darkly
brilliant humor with some twisted delights- or for what some want it to be -a
manifesto for the wretched and alienated- and it will completely depend on your
age and outlook with neither way being incorrect.
The only thing I haven’t fully touched on is what this Squee! collection contains. The keystone
to the whole thing is of course the main Squee!
stories, staring Todd, a young, unloved child who is frequently visited by
aliens wishing to use him as a specimen. Todd is relatable in that most of what
he fears are the same things that many kids fear (the dark, monsters) except in
Todd’s case, there is reason for this fear. There really are monsters, and
aliens, and the antichrist wants to be his friend. The Todd stories are a great
read and the artwork is fantastic. The inking accentuates the lurking horror
and insanity of the stories, and Vasquez’s asides -written on the fringes of
panels, in either self-praise or mockery of the artwork- makes the reader feel
connected to the creator on some level.
The second half of the book is the collected “meanwhiles” that
Vasquez created to fill the rest of each original issues of Squee! and Johnny the Homicidal Maniac. In his words he wrote them “for the
purpose of quieting the cackling in my head” and keeping him sane while working
on the title stories. These “meanwhiles” are where the Happy Noodle Boy and
Wobbly Headed Bob stories come from (along with a gamut of one-off characters).
Some of them are pure brilliance and had me laughing manically, and others fell
flat. Interestingly, I felt that the one-off comics were the best of the bunch,
full of great ideas and twisted humor whereas the serial ones felt like they
were one trick ponies that just were not allowed to die. Of the two serials,
Wobbly Headed Bob was better, and had it been one comic I would have had a mild
chuckle and moved on. Instead, by the time I reached the final one, I was tired
of the dribbly-goop being spouted by the character about everything in the
world being, essentially, a pile of suck and I was sorely tempted to just close
the book and give up. The Happy Noodle Boy stories, had they been any good,
would have made me want to claw my eyes out, but fortunately were just mediocre
enough that I just didn’t feel like caring. In all honesty, I can totally see a
much younger version of me thinking these stories were brilliant and totally
understood life. Where I am now, they read as the ravings of a miserable
pre-teen. Their only saving grace is that I am fairly certain they were either written
as parody, or as filler to entertain the younger, outsider teens that were
reading the book.
Overall though, this was a fun collection, and fans of Invader Zim would find much to like. The
title story was great fun to read, and most of the secondary stories (beyond
the two mentioned above) were fast and entertaining.
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