I recently finished browsing, reading and re-reading Warren Ellis’ Transmetropolitan trades Lonely City and Gouge Away. I already have Spider’s Thrash on order and it should arrive any day now. Yes, I am little behind the times but I don’t normally read comics and am too lazy to buy each release as it comes out. I am a reader of books, but Transmetropolitan is so good that it could easily make me a reader of comics. Having read the series as well as Scott McCloud’s Understanding Comics, I am much more open to the graphic novel than ever before.
For those who don’t know, Transmetropolitan follows renegade journalist Spider Jerusalem in his personal quest for “the truth”, most notably behind the evil president called The Smiler. The story is set one hundred years or so in the future and is a cross between post-cyberpunk, Hunter S. Thompson, and Michel Foucault. (The latter more because of the uncanny physical resemblance and not necessarily because of similarities in philosophy of which I cannot speculate. To see the eerie resemblance, check out this likeness of Foucault and the cover of Lust For Life.)
The stories in Transmetropolitan eerily mirror present day news, such as part one of “Dirge”, published in April 2001, which features a sniper picking off people in the print district of the city in which the series take place. That story bore an uncanny likeness to the recent sniper shootings in the Washington D.C. area. Not all stories contribute to the plot, but help to set the mood for the world which Spider inhabits. One such story is the award-winning “Another Cold Morning” which tells of a woman cryogenically frozen in our time and revived in Spider’s time, only to be unwanted and shocked by the new world around her. The shock which the woman experiences is much like the shock and nausea we feel when reading Transmetropolitan’s first few stories as we are thrust into Spider’s world, similar but so very different from our own.
Apart from the stories, the other reasons for reading Transmetropolitan are Spider’s witticisms, his philosophy on life, and the artwork, without which the effect would be not as great. Some samples:
“If you loved me, you’d all kill yourselves today.”
“Yeah. I’m calling your ‘faith’ bullshit. This man needs medical help if he can’t get through his life without something invisible to believe in.”
“I have considered this information carefully. I have decided that I could not give two tugs of a dead dog’s cock about my ex-wife, and that you may keep her.”
It is impossible to summarise the stories, plots, feel, and philosophy of Transmetropolitan. This comic really needs to be read. Patrick Stewart reads it, you should too.