Patheos

BuddhistCatholicContemplativeEvangelicalGeneral ChristianHinduJewishLatter-day SaintMuslimNew VisionsProgressive Christian

Beliefs

Topics

Columnists

Resource Library

Research Tools

Video

Podcasts

Thought Readers

Faith In Media Tracker

Newsletters

Ad-Free & Subscriber Log-In Subscription Support

Patheos

Ad-Free & Subscriber Log-In Subscription Support

Follow Patheos Patheos on Facebook Patheos on YouTube

Eve Tushnet

Last updated on: August 12, 2004 at 2:31 am   by Eve Tushnet

2004-08-12T02:31:00-04:00 Eve Tushnet

LOGO Patheos Explore the world's faith through different perspectives on religion and spirituality! Patheos has the views of the prevalent religions and spiritualities of the world.

SECONDARY MUTATIONS: This is my big post about Grant Morrison’s New X-Men. Spoilers, of course, abound.

“WOLVERINE. I THINK YOU CAN STOP DOING THAT NOW.” Perhaps the most obvious feature of NXM, by the time it ended, was the way it took every single reader expectation and rubbed its face in the dirt. Every single kind of X-Men story was warped and molded to the NXM framework: Shi’ar aliens, Sentinels, Phoenix, everything is recycled. The line that summarizes the most obvious feature of NXM is Emma Frost’s sardonic, sympathetic-but-unrelenting reference to “these reruns of your grief.” Morrison is clearly trying to shake something loose just by hitting the old X-Men motifs hard enough.

And I almost like that approach. I love how Morrison suckered me into preferring ferocity to sense, and then let his storylines show how sense was really the better path. I love how he made me want Magneto to be right, and then showed me how that only works as a slogan on teenage t-shirts.

And I love the metafictional premise. I love the assumption that every kind of story can be made a story about Grant Morrison’s personal obsessions. Murder mysteries (“Murder at the Mansion”), space operas (“Imperial”), schooldays fiction (“Riot at Xavier’s”)–it is all available for whatever meaning you, the creator, choose to impose. I expect I identified too heavily with the writer for this to have much impact. What you want to know is how people who don’t think of themselves as the writers view this kind of blatant manipulation. I loved it; but then, I would. It heightened my sense of my own power: my author’s sense that I can draw my own preferred meaning out of any situation.

YOUR FUTURE LIES IN GENOCIDE: One of the most impressive things about Morrison’s work is the fact that he never forced his interpretations on the characters. Instead, he drew out the aspects of characters that had been neglected for decades. Morrison has a pitch-perfect sense of what Emma, Henry (“C’est moi! La Bete! …Emma, it’s Henry…”), Scott (“Insurance takes care of everything”), and Jean would say. I’m especially impressed that although Jean’s temper is a strong undercurrent pushing the action, she never comes across as a motiveless bitch. We sympathize with her (“Doesn’t everything seem mildly traumatized?”) and we want her husband to come home, even though I think as presented Emma is much better for Scott than Jean is.

Morrison pushes his fingerprints into the clay of the X-Men while still making sure that they take their expected places on the chessboard. He gives fans what we want. And then he shows us that what we want isn’t what we really want. Oh, you want the return of Magneto? Come on. The guy by this point has got to be a ramshackle maniac barely held together by your faith in his competence.

NXM is an extended exercise in giving the people what they want, in the hopes that Courtney Love was right, and once they get what they want they’ll never want it again.

Well, it’s not quite that bad. I do think that’s the biggest thing happening in NXM, and it’s kind of embarrassing and unfortunate since really it’s not that big at all. Just as Cassandra Nova collapses the whole universe into her struggle with her twin brother Charles, so the entire series pretty much collapses into metafictional commentary in which little exists outside the womb of Marvel comics. I wish that weren’t my ultimate verdict, since I like Marvel comics a lot but really don’t think they’re worth the effort here expended.

There are other tendrils, though. There’s the pacifist tendril: violence as capitulation to our worst tendencies. There’s the tendril that explores the attractiveness of evil–everything from Cassandra’s Richard III-like speech to Mr. Trask (“Forget your dental practice. Your future lies in genocide”) to readers’ cruel desire to see Wolverine wreck ass at the very end. We want the X-Men to blow stuff up, and Morrison plays nicely on that desire.

There’s the tendril that explores deception, and forced self-revelation. This is the most complex subtheme, I think, and the one that is least-resolved at the end of the series. There are deep layers of deception: the beautiful, Christie-worthy Xorn deception (“When X Is Not X”–oh yeah, you think?); the deception of Slick, which Quentin Quire blasts through; the deception of Quentin himself, which the Stepford Cuckoos decide to plow through for reasons far removed from Xavier’s dream; the psychic affair, which I really do think is the heart of the series, and which begins because of the self-revelation forced on Scott by En Sabah Nur (I think this is a fair characterization even if you think, as I do, that he’s using his possession as an excuse); the Beast’s lying to the press about his sexual orientation. And there’s the constant deception in which Charles Xavier pretends he’s not a mutant running a school for mutants, and the deeply ambiguous circumstances in which that particular pretense is shattered.

These deceptions allow Morrison to set up lovely parallels. The Special Class parallels the original X-Men (superstrength, eyeblasts, telepathy, wings–c’mon man, do you need an ice mutant before you see the connection?), but they become Magneto’s first and key recruits. Quentin Quire’s gang also parallels the X-Men–they’re the ones that say, “We’re the new X-Men!”, after all. But the Special Class are far more important in the end. Their storyline emphasizes the imperfection of the Xavier School (where kids mock Angel and Beak–have I mentioned that “Some Angels Falling” is my favorite issue of the entire Morrison run?) and the heroism of the students who defend the school that almost rejected them. (“Xavier School is the best school!”)

Oh, there are so many nice character moments. There’s that teachers’ conference where Scott and Emma call for greater order in the school, even though, with their affair just starting, they are the most obvious representatives of disorder. There’s the fact that Scott’s relationships finally almost make sense. There’s the sweet courtship of Angel and Beak, where she’s striving for plausible deniability and he is just in abandoned bliss until she turns up pregnant. There’s the focus on the little guys: the Special Class, sure, but also the duct-tape-and-chewing-gum team of X-Men in the final battle against Magneto, including a random human NYC cop. There are the U-Men, who I think show a much more nuanced, envious, hateful yet needy perspective on the old standard “X-Men as racial minorities” trope. The U-Men are complicated in the way that the real world is complicated.

AND THEN WHAT? AND THEN WHAT? New X-Men is more reactionary than revolutionary. It consistently shows human revolutions as prompted by personal weakness (I’d like to smack GM for the “Afterschool Special” denouement of the Riot at Xavier’s storyline). The final scenes, in which the world breaks out of its rut and moves into a new and better path, are only made possible by the intervention of a superhuman freakazoid force. I truly hope I am not the only one who growled and sighed at this development.

Don’t get me wrong: If we have to have the Phoenix–and Morrison’s modus operandi, twisting every canonical or played-out X-storyline to fit his own themes, suggests we must–then I guess this might be the way to do it. Maybe.

But it still left a really sour taste in my mouth. All the prior issues had shown a rather lovely balance between keeping the X-Men in character and using their typical storylines to express Morrison’s personal themes of generational conflict, rejection of violence, and the difficulty of knowing who one is and what one is to do.

And then at the end the Phoenix comes and slaps Scott Summers upside the head until he says, OK, I will mess with Emma after all. Grrrrr. Maybe it is my unusually depressive mindset, but I would really prefer something that would not require The Intervention Of The Phoenix!!! If you’d asked me what was most likely, based on what we knew of his character, I would have predicted that he would reject Emma even though she was obviously very, very good for him. Scott is not good at making the right choices about his romantic life. To have the Phoenix yank him into the right choice because otherwise the future will suck! seemed really, really cheap to me, and a basic denial of the importance that Morrison had placed on minor characters’ choices throughout the rest of the series. I mean, if the Phoenix just fixes everything she doesn’t like, why does it matter what Beak decides to do?

So. Morrison’s run was challenging–it zeroed in on the biggest problem for any mainstream superhero comic, the inevitable bathos of these “reruns of your grief”–and it was often beautiful, especially towards the end. (Although I still think “Some Angels Falling” is the perfect marriage–eek, bad metaphor–of art and storyline. But I accept that I read this story at a time when it had a deep, harsh, personal resonance, and I probably can’t convince anyone who read the story without that resonance, nor do I especially want to.) But in the end I think there was less here than met the eye.

I mean, I could talk about a lot of stuff. There are fairly obvious Gnostic notes in NXM. And anti-Gnostic notes: It’s pretty clear that the people trying to escape contamination by the material world are the bad guys. There are lovely reflections and echoes (I think “Teaching Children About Fractals” is the best-named issue of the series). The conceit of the series–that one could create a coherent X-Men narrative while undermining every previous standard X-Men stock plot–is awesome and I still laugh just thinking about it. So audacious!

But it didn’t, I think, quite come off. NXM should have been important in its own right, but I think in the end it is only important as The Last X-Men Story. I really dig the X-Men, so I’m okay with that–and the truly sweet grasp Morrison has on the characters makes every page a rewarding read–but I can’t help feeling that this series should have been something bigger.

Prove me wrong?

Uncategorized

Previous Post



August 11, 2004

Next Post



August 13, 2004


Browse Our Archives

Select a Category Art Best-Of Gay Catholic Whatnot Mackerel-Snapping self-obsessed Too much is never enough Uncategorized

Select a Month November 2023 October 2023 September 2023 August 2023 July 2023 June 2023 May 2023 April 2023 March 2023 February 2023 January 2023 December 2022 November 2022 October 2022 August 2022 July 2022 May 2022 March 2022 February 2022 January 2022 December 2021 November 2021 October 2021 September 2021 August 2021 July 2021 June 2021 May 2021 April 2021 March 2021 February 2021 January 2021 December 2020 November 2020 October 2020 September 2020 August 2020 July 2020 June 2020 May 2020 April 2020 March 2020 February 2020 January 2020 December 2019 November 2019 October 2019 September 2019 August 2019 July 2019 June 2019 May 2019 April 2019 March 2019 February 2019 January 2019 December 2018 November 2018 October 2018 September 2018 August 2018 July 2018 June 2018 May 2018 April 2018 March 2018 February 2018 January 2018 December 2017 November 2017 October 2017 September 2017 August 2017 July 2017 June 2017 May 2017 April 2017 March 2017 February 2017 January 2017 December 2016 November 2016 October 2016 September 2016 August 2016 July 2016 June 2016 May 2016 April 2016 March 2016 February 2016 January 2016 December 2015 November 2015 October 2015 September 2015 August 2015 July 2015 June 2015 May 2015 April 2015 March 2015 February 2015 January 2015 December 2014 November 2014 October 2014 September 2014 August 2014 July 2014 June 2014 May 2014 April 2014 March 2014 February 2014 January 2014 December 2013 November 2013 October 2013 September 2013 August 2013 July 2013 June 2013 May 2013 April 2013 March 2013 February 2013 January 2013 December 2012 November 2012 October 2012 September 2012 August 2012 July 2012 June 2012 May 2012 April 2012 March 2012 February 2012 January 2012 December 2011 November 2011 October 2011 September 2011 August 2011 July 2011 June 2011 May 2011 April 2011 March 2011 February 2011 January 2011 December 2010 November 2010 October 2010 September 2010 August 2010 July 2010 June 2010 May 2010 April 2010 March 2010 February 2010 January 2010 December 2009 November 2009 October 2009 September 2009 August 2009 July 2009 June 2009 May 2009 April 2009 March 2009 February 2009 January 2009 December 2008 November 2008 October 2008 September 2008 August 2008 July 2008 June 2008 May 2008 April 2008 March 2008 February 2008 January 2008 December 2007 November 2007 October 2007 September 2007 August 2007 July 2007 June 2007 May 2007 April 2007 March 2007 February 2007 January 2007 December 2006 November 2006 October 2006 September 2006 August 2006 July 2006 June 2006 May 2006 April 2006 March 2006 February 2006 January 2006 December 2005 November 2005 October 2005 September 2005 August 2005 July 2005 June 2005 May 2005 April 2005 March 2005 February 2005 January 2005 December 2004 November 2004 October 2004 September 2004 August 2004 July 2004 June 2004 May 2004 April 2004 March 2004 February 2004 January 2004 December 2003 November 2003 October 2003 September 2003 August 2003 July 2003 June 2003 May 2003 April 2003 March 2003 February 2003 January 2003 December 2002 November 2002 October 2002 September 2002 August 2002 July 2002 June 2002 May 2002 April 2002 March 2002 February 2002 January 2002


Follow Us!

Follow Us on Facebook Follow Us on Twitter



TAKE THE

Religious Wisdom Quiz

Which Christian group is known for following a strict dress code and pacifism?

Select your answer to see how you score.

Amish Pentecostals Baptists Lutherans

Related posts from Eve Tushnet

Catholic

Goodfellas of the Flower Moon

Eve Tushnet

Catholic

When the Lights Go Out (Everybody Starts to...

Eve Tushnet

Catholic

"What Have Fungi to Do with Athens?": I'm...

Eve Tushnet

Catholic

Punch Drunk Love: I watch "Bottoms"

Eve Tushnet

TRENDING AT PATHEOS Catholic

Desert Fathers And Mothers On Anger And Community

The desert fathers and mothers often reminded each other against the dangers...

Religious Liberty For All, Not Just Christians

As a strong defender and promoter of religious liberty, I have consistently...

Is Faith Really Blind? What Skeptics Get Wrong

Faith is belief without evidence and reason. So saith the famous (infamous?)...

Creation, Preservation, and Teleology in Catholic Theology

As I write this, it is very early Monday morning. Like millions...

Why I Choose the Eucharist Over the Sermon

Choose the Eucharist, Not the Sermon What are we supposed to get...

5 Design Elements Found in Spiritually Rooted Homes

Putting Spirituality Into Home Decor Our homes are more than our living...

view all Catholic blogs

Patheos on Facebook Patheos on YouTube

Ad-Free & Subscriber Log-In Subscription Support

Copyright 2008-2026, Patheos. All rights reserved.

Subscription Support Ad-Free & Subscriber Log-In

Follow Patheos Patheos on Facebook Patheos on YouTube