Saga Vol.1 by Brian K Vaughan & Fiona Staples : A grand-gala of imagination unbound
Maybe 2015 is the year of Graphic Novels for me. For some
weird reason, I never seem to get to like a graphic novel series so much that I
want to finish it off. Buddha – the 8-volume series by Ozuma Tezuka was a
stunning achievement. I raced on until book-6 and then never really went back
to those books. I started reading The Unwritten – hopefully I will read them
again ( I am currently on Vol.3)
So that brings me to the multiple award-winning series, Saga
by Brian K Vaughan/Fiona Staples. This series first caught my attention when
one of good friends, whose taste in books I respect was raving about it. It
really had to be good – so to have Akshat actually rave about it. He never does actually.
So when finally I bought this book Volume 1 of the series on
a steal deal from Amazon, I settled in for a good nice session of reading – in
my newly renovated terrace-garden. To call this book a brazen little powder-keg
of mind-blowing imagery full of revolutionary ideas that mock and hint at
politics and war bundled with beautiful, explicit illustrations that border on
the crazy and genius – would still be an understatement. Brian has woven a
heart-rending story of a defiant couple in the midst of a global war between two
different races – who fall in love against the odds and sire a kid amidst all
the blood and gore – and then escape the clutches of all those who pursue them
– by pure luck and then some badass pluck. But the focus is not really on the
couple per se – choosing Hazel, their daughter to be an unreliable and somewhat
duplicitous narrator for the whole story setting, Brian blows our mind by the
stupendous world-building that has gone into this tale. The sheer scope is more
than epic – the outer stretches of an unknown galaxy populated by sentient
races, weird and familiar at the same time.
Take for example, the royal race of a sentient machine,
almost like robotic beings with “Television” for their faces ruling planet Landfall;
their citizens/beings sprout small “angel” wings on their back. These guys are in a state of constant warfare
with the magical horned residents of Wreath, a moon that revolves around their
planet. Perhaps a nod to the earthly
conflicts based on greed, class and race – ha ha – after all, comics ARE
supposed to be the satirical take on actual day-to-day proceedings of real
life. And so Brian takes a good hearty dig at the unscrupulous ways of those in
power today with the running war-story between these two different races. And
right in the middle of this pointless bloody warfare, Brian drops our
star-crossed lovers in space – utterly human and relatable in their need to
protect their daughter, bring her up to the joys of childhood and beyond. With
Hazel’s voice – we ultimately know that Hazel “grows to be old” with the help
of these selfless parents but the proceedings are fraught with danger and
horrors every step of the way.
It’s a science fiction-fantasy – rich in the manner of
Star-Wars. Populated with all bizarre supernatural beings – Sample this. A topless
limbless woman mercenary with the lower torso of a spider, a ghostly spirit
baby-sitter who spouts ghetto-talk and is missing her lower limbs after having
died in a landmine explosion, flaming gorillas, a talking cat that’s a compulsive
lie-detector….the zany imagination knows no bounds and Fiona Staples isn’t
afraid of colouring that up in rich tantalizing hues that fire up a reader’s
mind even more. And yet inspite of all that suspension of disbelief, we are
willing to embrace it. Just like we
did with Star-Wars. ( C’mon a talking Wookie ? A tall hairy beast that can fly
a space-ship? Who are you kidding? I know you couldn’t resist LOVING Chewbacca!!)
But inspite of the incredulity of this setting, it is the characters
that breathe life into this series. Alana – a sharp-talking no-nonsense shrewd
woman strutted with fey-like wings – or Marko – the horned charming smooth-talker
with ram-like horns. Brian has managed to bring alive their love for each other
– a soul-stirring disquietude pervades this whole love-affair. Hunted by more
than one faction, each more terrible than the other, they are ultimately just a
couple of parents trying to bring up their baby into this universe.
The side-characters are unbelievably well-etched out. Take,
The Will – a mercenary with a strong sense of ethics who is tracking down the couple.
You almost feel sorry for this big badass killer whose heart melts at the sight
of a six-year old slave girl. Or the prince VI from the Royal Family on
LandFall – who can’t wait to “clean up this mess” to get back to his pregnant
wife.
The art is bright, colourful and sexy. A little too much perhaps – the splash of skin and kink but
ultimately it very effectively brings out the debauchery of a self-indulgent society
in space. And the dialogs – they are wickedly funny. Bringing a much-needed sense
of levity amidst the dark sombre brooding atmosphere of worlds seeped in
mindless warfare.
All in all, it’s marvellous storytelling in a medium that best
combines words and art-form, comics. It’s outrageous, shocking and bizarre yes –
but never before has such an epic story felt so real, so human and so raw. I
absolutely loved this smash-hit beginning to a very interesting series – and while
Volume 1 ends on a mild cliff-hanger, I cannot wait to find out what happens to
Hazel in outer stretches of space. A full five-stars and richly deserving more.
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