
Finishing this novel was where the trouble began – I was dying to
go back to something Lansdale-esque. But instead of reading another
book, I launched into the Preacher
television
series on Amazon Prime and binge-watched the first two seasons. (I
would've done three, but the third season wasn't available yet. Which
might've been a good thing). As I ran out of Preacher
episodes
to gorge myself on, I remembered that back when I was experimenting
with getting into graphic novels, I had actually purchased a Preacher
book – Volume 4, “Ancient History”. I honestly couldn't tell
you how long I'd held onto that graphic novel for, having purchased
it years ago from Golden Age Comics on Granville Street. I can tell
you that it had been stuffed to the back of the top shelf of the
bedroom closet, and at one in the morning it wasn't going to go over
really well if I woke Nicki up digging through my back-issues of The
Walking Dead and Marvel Zombies to find this fucking thing, so I gave
up after a cursory glance. Instead, I went for a trade paperback that
my friend Vincent Ternida had given us a few days earlier – it was,
in fact, his
first published novel. “The Seven Muses of Harry
Salcedo” regards the trials and tribulations of singles-dating in
Vancouver, told from Vincent's keen eye on Vancouver living and
getting through a daily grind in what is often a schizophrenic city,
even for people who were born here. His observations on the city are
humorously perfect (the description of his “Java Mausoleum” in
the first chapter instantly reminded me of the time I saw two young
women carrying a new espresso machine to the cashier in the downtown
Best Buy while both of them were carrying Venti Starbucks coffee
beverages); and the description of Harry's dating life are colorfully
painted with his uncannily acute sardonic/loving descriptions of
culture in the city. As I actually managed to finish my friend's
first novel before the
end of August, I found myself with one day to
spare, so I did dig out the Preacher graphic novel (in the daytime,
as to not find myself in the same predicament as two nights earlier),
and finished it off on the 31st.
Although Nicki will maintain that “comics don't count” (okay, I
might be paraphrasing there), I disagree when said comic is over 200
pages and boasts a lot of text and the stylized writing of Garth
Ennis. “Ancient History” was mostly filmed in the first two
seasons of Preacher,
but I have to say that it temporarily satisfied my newfound addiction
and gave me a new-found appreciation for the original graphic novels.
Now all I have to do is track down the other eight books from the
original saga...
--V.
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