Normally, I’m not inclined to answer the ravings of a lunatic about books. I’m not in #Comicsgate as a whole, but I am a part of a trusted group within it. That being said, the reason I’m in that group is that I support some of the major players. The other reason they keep me in is that I do have a reputation as a straight shooter. I have no agenda. David doesn’t either. We mainly want to read our books in peace. But, when someone like Magdalene Vissagio calls a punk card… I choose to answer.
I can tell you that I don’t agree with the politics of Kieron Gillen or Jamie McKelvie. For those keeping tabs, Gillen was responsible for the America Chavez archetype that Gabby Rivera pushed down every Marvel reader’s throats. That being said, Gillen isn’t the world’s worst writer overall. He has produced some good stuff for Image. This book also got some praise from Richard C. Meyer (Diversity and Comics on YouTube.)
However, that’s the beauty of being independent of each other. We don’t have to go lock step in our opinions. While Richard (ya boi Zack) liked the concept of The Wicked + The Divine, I’m on the fence of not liking the book quite as much. It’s not the messages in the books, either. It’s more of the fact that the book didn’t flow for me as well as most better written books do.
The premise of issue one is that the Gods of the Pantheon are reborn as humans once a generation or so. This equates to roughly a century, give or take a few years. They’re allowed to roam around as humans for approximately twelve years, again a give or take process. A young girl goes to a concert which is featuring one of the Gods performing. She is found later, after collapsing in rapture, by an androgynous blonde woman calling herself, Luci.
This doesn’t take too much digging to see that this is the human representation of Lucifer, the fallen son of God aka Satan/Prince of Lies. She spends the book showing the girl the world of the reborn Gods. The side story is there’s a skeptical human reporter, who dismisses their claims as bunk. However, a group of deicidal terrorists decide to attack the party. In a demonstration of her power, Luci ends up snapping her fingers and disintegrating the attackers.
The ending shows Luci on trial, in front of a British magistrate. She appeals to the jury that she is a God, and that the world already knows what happened the last time they tried to crucify a God. As she mocks the judge, we see her snap her fingers again. This time, the judge disappears in blood. But Luci appeals that she did not perform the act, as they drag her away.
This book is disjointed to read, let’s be blunt. The story doesn’t grab you at all. The Gods seem hedonistic for the sake of being hedonistic. It’s quite pedestrian to read, honestly. In fact, if you have ComiXology Unlimited, you can borrow it. But I guarantee you’ll only read it once.
Gillen is not a bad writer at all, and McKelvie draws some beautiful art. The book is gorgeous to look at. It really is. The story is edge lord in appearance. Even if you get into this book, you’ll be looking for the story. Sadly, there’s not a lot to grasp on to.
Read it once for curiosity, if you must. But pass this one by.