This Is 2014. Do You Know Where Your God Is?
In the last two weeks, Avatar Press have published four issues of God Is Dead, the series created by Jonathan Hickman for the publisher in which God dies, and all the other gods seize their opportunity to return. Two issues by regular series writer Mike Costa, and two "Book Of Acts" specials titled "Alpha" and "Omega" with rather splendid guest stars: Alan Moore, Kieron Gillen, Si Spurrier and Justin Jordan, all regular Avatarites.
All who have created remarkably different takes.
Mike Costa takes God's rival, now supposedly free, dealing with the limits of that freedom and wondering if it's a case of better the god you know…
Kieron Gillen giving us the James Bond of godly beings, heaven's assassin, trying to fill the human role of the secret agent, but being let down by all those around him who just won't play along.
Si Spurrier too tackles the expectations of how gods or the godly beings are perceived, taken out of their hands and placed into the eyes of mortals. And so the monstrous Cherabim of Revelation get reinvented by he the Renaissance and then solidified by social media as babies with little wings. Well how would you feel?
Alan Moore appears in direct disagreement with the previous two, insisting that rather than people shaping the gods, and having the ideas, the gods shape us, the ideas have us, and we are but conduits. It's rather fun.
And Justin Jordan have people do very nasty things to themselves, and finding a new and disturbing way to link sex, violence and having kids together.
But there's someone missing and that's Garth Ennis. Because for the nineties, Garth wrote Hellblazer, then wrote Preacher and then wrote Wormwood, and there was a continuity of nasty religious stuff happening in infinite variety.
And it's almost like all these folks, even Alan, are having a go at being Garth Ennis. And they are all really good at it.
But is there any say we could get Garth have a go at being Garth Ennis as well? Not that we don't love his Crossed or War Stories work for Avatar Press but there's a distinct lack of horns or wings about. No blasphemous reworkings of Jesus as a modern day carpenter working in Wal-Mart. Or asking how many angels can dance on the head of a penis. I'm sure he's been asked. I bet he's a bit busy. Could a little social media persuasion may do the trick?
Garth for God Is Dead! Or G4GID! Spread the word…
Oh wait, Garth doesn't go on social media. Okay, nothing for it but to try telepathy.