Afterlife with Archie: Escape from Riverdale

Afterlife with Archie: Escape from Riverdale

This is the title that launched the Archie Horror imprint due to its boffo success both critically and with a wide audience. And I don’t find that success surprising as I loved it in almost every way.

The idea grew out of a parody Life with Archie cover by Francesco Francavilla that had Archie being confronted with zombie versions of Jughead, Betty, and Veronica. This seemed like such a good idea, they decided to make a whole comic out of it. Because this was the time of peak zombie and zombies were going well with everything. Pride and Prejudice and Zombies (the novel) had come out a few years earlier and been a smash success, quickly followed up by a major motion picture. Such mash-ups thrive on the incongruity of high-culture being mixed with low, or in this case a wholesome American town turned into an abattoir. After a while, and really it didn’t take long, the joke got stale. But some really good work came out of it too.

Afterlife with Archie is really good. Things kick off naturally enough at Riverdale High’s Halloween dance, and just before the zombie outbreak begins we get a lot of insider jokes keyed to horror movies, which is very much in the manner of these things. Pet Sematary, for example, is referenced because the apocalypse is triggered by Sabrina the Teenage Witch raising Jughead’s beloved Hotdog from the dead, with predictably disastrous results. The seminal text Night of the Living Dead gets a nod in a flashback with Mr. Weatherbee horning after Miss Grundy. Dilton Doiley is the nerdy character from the Scream franchise who knows how horror movies are supposed to play out. And so it goes.

From here we’re taken through the familiar run of zombie incidents. The infected person who tries to brush it off as no big deal. The siege, this time in stately Lodge Manor no less, and subsequent breakout. The confrontation with transformed loved ones. Now you’d think, or at least I would have thought, that none of this was all that interesting or new, and on one level I guess it isn’t, but I still enjoyed it immensely. Writer Roberto Aguirre-Sacasa, who was the main force behind the TV series Riverdale, adeptly brings the Archie brand into a sort-of real world, fleshing out the main characters just before they start eating flesh. In terms of their appearance they’ve changed a lot from their traditional look – Archie in particular is unrecognizable but for his red hair, and Jughead but for his cap and “S” sweater – but you can actually buy into them as real teenagers. Some liberties are taken with the fringe Riverdalers – Ginger Lopez and Nancy Woods are romantically involved, and Cheryl and Jason Blossom have some kind of incestuous attachment hinted at – but I didn’t know these people anyway.

Poor Jughead: Patient Zero or “Jugdead” here and made into a werewolf in the Jughead: The Hunger series. It’s hard being the odd man out in any gang, and I guess he always was. Were these transformations his revenge? I think that’s something in the mix.

So yes, I loved it. Enjoyed nearly every page of it. And a special shout out for some great lettering by Jack Morelli. The only misstep that registered was the business with Archie’s dog Vegas (I don’t remember him from the comics). I thought they should have skipped that part. But even that might have had a purpose, making me wonder if there was maybe a connection being drawn between his doggy devotion to his master and the Lodge butler Smithers (an ancestor of Waylon Smithers in The Simpsons?) with his sense of duty toward his Mistress Veronica. I liked being drawn into these kinds of conjectures, and they weren’t what I was expecting from an Archie zombie comic. Well done!

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Bias in the press

From “The Mystery of Marie Rogêt” (1842) by Edgar Allan Poe:

We should bear in mind that, in general, it is the object of our newspapers rather to create a sensation – to make a point – than to further the cause of truth. The latter end is only pursued when it seems coincident with the former. The point which merely falls in with ordinary opinion (however well founded this opinion may be) earns for itself no credit with the mob. the mass of the people regard as profound only him who suggests pungent contradictions of the general idea. In ratiocination, not less than in literature, it is the epigram which is the most immediately and the most universally appreciated. In both, it is of the lowest order of merit.

TCF: Homegrown

Homegrown: Timothy McVeigh and the Rise of Right-Wing Extremism
By Jeffrey Toobin

The crime:

On April 19, 1995 (the second anniversary of the end of the Waco siege) Timothy McVeigh detonated a truck bomb in front of the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City. There were 168 dead, including 19 children. McVeigh was quickly apprehended and after being found guilty executed by lethal injection. His associate Terry Nichols, who helped him build the bomb, is serving a life sentence.

The book:

Homegrown is the opposite of a timely book, coming out nearly thirty years after the events it describes and the extensive media coverage it attracted. Ten years ago I reviewed a book on the subject – Oklahoma City: What the Investigation Missed – and Why It Still Matters by Andrew Gumbel and Roger G. Charles – that took a very critical look at the investigation and the question of whether McVeigh and Nichols were working alone. Jeffrey Toobin doesn’t mention Oklahoma City and I don’t know if he even read it, but he takes the opposing side, praising the efforts of law enforcement and arguing that there were no shadowy connections between McVeigh and various right-wing militia movements.

Which is not to say he doesn’t see McVeigh as part of the same tide of extremism that was swelling in America at the time and that later crested in the Capitol riots of January 6, 2021. The connection to the Capitol riots, and “the rise of right-wing extremism” more generally in the wake of the Oklahoma City bombing is the main point Toobin wants to drive home. This he does repeatedly. Flipping to the index I found January 6 referenced over 30 times. It usually sounds like this:

The right-wing extremists of the 1990s employed the same kind of violent imagery that their successors would use more than twenty-five years later. Before Oklahoma City, [Rush] Limbaugh spoke of how close the nation was to “the second violent American revolution,” just as Donald Trump told his armed supporters on the Ellipse on January 6 to march to the Capitol and “fight like hell.” On both occasions, actual violence followed broadcast incitement. Clinton believed that this kind of language had real-life consequences, but that wasn’t the kind of conclusion that could be tested in a court of law. In contrast [Merrick] Garland and others in the Justice Department refused to tie the bombing case to contemporary politics, believing that such analyses could only confuse a straightforward criminal trial. Thanks to the reticence of Garland and his colleagues, as well as the tunnel vision of the journalists covering the case, the impression lingered that McVeigh was an aberration, a lone and lonely figure who represented only himself and his sad-sack co-defendant. This notion, as history would show, was mistaken.

Or:

The events of January 6, 2021 saw the full flowering of McVeigh’s legacy in contemporary politics. McVeigh was obsessed with gun rights; he saw the bombing as akin to the revolutionary struggle of the Founding Fathes; and he believed that violence was justified to achieve his goals. So did the rioters on January 6.

And so on. From their embrace of violence, performative rage (“the fight – was the end in itself”), fetishization of the Second Amendment, invocation of the spirit of ’76, and inspiration drawn from The Turner Diaries (elevated into a kind of sacred text), a clear line runs from McVeigh to today’s right-wing militias. What has mainly changed is the way the Internet and social media now allow for greater mobilization of the “army” that McVeigh could only dream of. McVeigh read books and listened to the radio and shortwave. He wrote letters to the editors of local newspapers and to his representatives in congress. He met up with kindred spirits in the flesh at gun shows. What he “lacked was something that hadn’t been invented.” “The digital radicalization of McVeigh’s descendants,” Toobin notes, “was much faster and more efficient.” “More than any other reason, the internet accounts for the difference between McVeigh’s lonely crusade and the thousands who stormed the Capitol on January 6, 2021.”

I’m in broad agreement with this point of view, as it’s part of a larger question that historians and pundits have been discussing ever since the rise of Trump: to what extent did Trump and his MAGA movement mark a significant break with traditional Republican values, and to what extent was he the culmination of the American right’s long slide into violent insanity? Toobin clearly comes down on the side of continuity, and I think he makes a strong case. There were some places, however, where I thought he pressed too hard. At one point, for example, he tries to rope McVeigh in with “incel” culture:

McVeigh came of age before the term “incel” – involuntary celibate – came into wide use. Like the incels of a later day, McVeigh was unable to attract the sexual interest of women and responded with rage toward them.

This appears to be mistaken just on the basis of Toobin’s own reporting. For starters, I wasn’t sure what rage he was referring to, aside from McVeigh’s anger at his mother. But more to the point, McVeigh himself claimed to his lawyers that he’d had eight sexual partners, “three of them the wives of friends” (including the wife of Terry Nichols). A serial cuckolder isn’t an incel, and I wouldn’t have thought having eight partners by one’s early 30s was considered batting at such a low average as to be described as “unable to attract the sexual interest of women.”

Even without knowing anything of McVeigh’s sexual history, my own knee-jerk reaction against calling him an incel had to do with his height. Are there many tall incels? According to dating data, height is a primary (if not the primary) sexual selector, and McVeigh at 6’3” would be considered pretty much ideal in this regard. In comparison, famous killer incels Elliot Rodger and Alex Minassian were both 5’9,” which isn’t short but didn’t make them irresistible.

I’ve noted this dangerous predilection women have for tall men before in these notes, and the point here is that just by being 6’3” McVeigh seems to have had no problem attracting at least some women, despite having no job, living out of his car, and only possessing average looks combined with a rebarbative personality. But he also seems to not have been that interested in women anyway, or bothered seeking them out, which sort of kills your chances. In any event, it’s interesting that he took exception to a New York Times story that considered him to be “asexual” because he did his own dishes – a judgment that shows how facile such analyses can be.

Calling McVeigh an incel though isn’t just another way to tie his case in with more recent cultural trends but is part of the usual pattern, at least among not very good writers, of painting a villain as black as possible every chance you get. McVeigh was an evil man, but having said that, what purpose is served by calling him an incel, or a coward? Here is Toobin trying to explain “the real reason” why McVeigh didn’t shoot Charlie Hanger, the officer who arrested him:

In Iraq, McVeigh could fire a projectile from a Bradley and still strike a target far off in the distance. In Oklahoma City, he could put in his earplugs and set off a bomb that targeted faceless federal employees he would never see. But McVeigh never had the guts to kill a man face-to-face.

This struck me as a really cheap shot, and stupid. Because why does it take guts to kill someone face-to-face? I would have thought that this was just the mark of a psychopath. Would killing Hanger have made McVeigh more of a man?

I guess this is a minor point though, when placed in context. Overall I thought Toobin did a good job here retelling the story, though I was surprised given the amount of material he had to mine (courtesy of McVeigh’s lawyer rather dubiously donating all of his material on the case to a library in Texas) how little here is actually new. But did we not know all about McVeigh before this? What was there to find out? Toobin seems mainly intent on putting to rest ideas that McVeigh had help from anyone other than Nichols and Michael Fortier. This seems pretty convincing, though I wouldn’t be surprised if some of the “clutter” that the prosecution didn’t want to bring into their case might have also included other individuals or even groups who were to some degree in the know.

I also wasn’t as impressed as Toobin by the efforts of law enforcement and the prosecutors. They did their job. But the fact is this was as open-and-shut a case as you could imagine. Toobin frankly calls McVeigh’s defence to be “hopeless.” It’s also true that McVeigh was apprehended by accident, after being pulled over for failing to attach a licence plate to his car (much the same way Peter Sutcliffe, the Yorkshire Ripper, would be caught). Nichols, for his part, would basically turn himself in. Then, after McVeigh was in custody he pretty much gave himself up and wanted to sound a call to arms/become a martyr to his cause. The fantastic sums his lawyers were provided to defend him seems mostly to have been wasted on what were basically just expensive vacations.

The most disturbing thing in the book though is the conclusion Toobin draws: that what was once extreme has become mainstream. The so-called Overton window has shifted. To take just one example:

The McVeigh prosecutors put the “civil war” issue in front of the jury to show how extreme and exotic the defendant’s views were. But a quarter century later, McVeigh’s view was close to the conservative movement norm. This view – about the possibility of civil war – became mainstream as the passions underlying the January 6 insurrection roiled conservatives during the Biden presidency. According to an Economist/YouGov poll in the summer of 2022, 43 percent of Americans believe it’s at least somewhat “likely” that “there will be a U.S. civil war within the next decade.” More than half of Republicans feel that way, and 21 percent of “strong Republicans” believe a civil war is “very likely.” McVeigh’s extremism had spread to much of the contemporary Republican Party.

First you imagine these things happening. Then you calculate their possibility. Then you start talking about them as inevitable. And then they happen.

Noted in passing:

There’s long been a theory about how the American West has traditionally acted as a kind of safety valve for the discontents of “civilized” modern life. I don’t know if McVeigh was aware of this, but on some level he clearly was tapping into it in his understanding of the kind of American past he wanted to return to: “I want a country that operates like it did 150 years ago – no income taxes, no property taxes, no oppressive police, free land in the West.” The frontier thesis of Frederick Jackson Turner is still in play, at least in some minds.

I’ve written before about the strange way that some cases strike the fancy of the public and stick in the public consciousness more than others. At around the same time as the Oklahoma City bombing trial was going on (in Denver) there were the O. J. Simpson civil trial and the JonBenét Ramsey murder, and it’s hard to say if the bombing will last longer in memory than either of those. That may sound callous and even cruel, but as Toobin points out at one point it may have been technically inaccurate to say, as many media figures and even the FBI did at the time, that the bombing was “the deadliest act of homegrown terrorism in U.S. history.”

It was not; indeed, the bombing was not even the deadliest terror attack in Oklahoma history. In June 1921, a white mob in Tulsa conducted a pogrom and killed about three hundred Black residents of the city’s Greenwood neighborhood. In the aftermath of the Oklahoma City bombing, the Tulsa race massacre was scarcely mentioned.

Actually, before there was a spate of interest thrown up by a book and documentary recently, I think the Tulsa race riots had been almost completely forgotten. Similarly, the Bath, Michigan school bombing of 1929, which killed 44 people (38 of them students) is an event that very few people know anything about today. Or take this list that Toobin provides in talking about the 1994 bill before Congress to ban assault weapons:

Assault weapons – that is, short-stock semiautomatics, with magazines for multiple rounds – had figured in several recent mass murders at the time. In 1989, a teacher and thirty-four children were shot by an intruder in an elementary school in Stockton, California, in 1991, a gunman killed twenty-three people at a Luby’s restaurant in Killeen, Texas; eight people were killed in a San Francisco law firm in July 1993. (Notably, as the roll call of mass shootings continued in subsequent decades, these horrors have been largely forgotten.)

Guilty as charged. I pulled a blank on all of these, though the Luby’s shooting did ring a distant bell.

It really is impossible to say what historical events, or cultural artefacts, are going to stay with us. Here, for example, is a bit Toobin takes from the summation of McVeigh’s lawyer, Stephen Jones:

Forty years ago this very month, there was a major literary event in this country. James Gould Cozzens’ great novel, By Love Possessed, was published. And for people of my generation and my mother and father’s generation, and I’m sure some but not all of you, that novel remains with us today, though its author has long since been forgotten. The book was an instantaneous best seller. It stayed at the top of the New York Times best seller list for over a year. It was a Reader’s Digest condensed book. It won for the author not only the Howell prize but a cover story on Time magazine. And eventually as you might expect, it was made into a movie and then translated into some 14 or 15 languages throughout the world.”

Again, and perhaps with even greater embarrassment, I have to plead guilty. I couldn’t remember ever having heard of By Love Possessed, book or movie, before this, or for that matter of the Howell Prize (technically the William Dean Howells Medal, which Toobin also must not have known anything about). I know I must have at least read Dwight Macdonald’s review, but there’s no memory of any of it now. The author, I can testify, has indeed “long since been forgotten.” This is just the way cultural memory works. Or doesn’t work.

Takeaways:

There’s nothing new about violent right-wing extremism in America. What has changed is how mainstream it has become. A lot of that is probably due to the Internet and social media, as people bring the poison into their homes and their phones, but it’s also due to the rot now spreading down from the top. All of which makes me think that it’s probably impossible now to root out.

True Crime Files

Torso

Torso

Torso is a six-part series based on the Cleveland Torso Murderer investigation. Though the killer was never apprehended, it’s assumed that he killed and then dismembered some 12 victims in the 1930s, leaving their body parts scattered around Cleveland (for fuller accounts of what happened, see here and here). So we’re definitely in true-crime noir territory here, as if you couldn’t tell from the stark black-and-white art inking every face half in shadow.

There’s also a documentary feel to the proceedings, underscored by cityscapes backlit with vintage photos. And for the most part, at least in the early going, creators Brian Michael Bendis and Marc Andreyko stick fairly close to the record, even including a gallery of newspaper archive clippings and pictures with this edition (though there’s no bibliography or suggested further reading; even 300 had suggestions for further reading!). On the other hand, some names have changed and made-up characters have been introduced. The drama is heightened and compressed. And at the end a climactic shootout in a burning human abattoir that is very Hollywood is wholly invented. But overall it’s not bad on that front. Just remember that it is a fictionalization, a historical graphic novel.

The presentation plays off different tensions. The separate chapters begin by taking us in and out of focus and commercial stippling. As with the shadow – and there is a lot of shadow in this book! – it seems the harder we look the less we see. Another tension is between static and dynamic. Stencil-like figures are repeated identically throughout the book, sometimes throughout entire scenes of dialogue and sometimes reappearing in different scenes in different chapters. But this stationary feeling is given a spin by a layout that zigs and zags around the page, or that requires you to turn the book on its side to read. One scene, Eliot Ness’s interview with the killer “Gaylord Sundheim,” even forces you to turn it all the way around as it’s written in a spiral.

That spiral page (or double-page spread) will annoy some people, but I thought it had a thematic point and worked well playing off the circling movement with the way figures are repeated over and over. Plus, it’s a one-off.

This is a stylish but not artificially artsy book that I rated very highly, though I’ll concede that it’s probably not for everyone. Don’t get hung up on it being an accurate account of the Cleveland torso murders and just enjoy it for the dark entertainment that it is.

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Erasing the past

“Typewriter Eraser, Scale X” by Claes Oldenburg and Coosje van Bruggen (1999).

I was watching a documentary last week on modern art and at one point the discussion turned to pop art and the sculpture of Claes Oldenburg. I was familiar with a few of Oldenburg’s works, but I hadn’t seen the one they splashed on the screen: Typewriter Eraser, Scale X.

What really took me aback though was that without the title I wouldn’t have even known what this was a (giant-sized) sculpture of. Something about it triggered a very vague memory. I’m sure I’d seen erasers like this somewhere before, but I couldn’t tell you where or when. And I learned to type on a classic Underwood that was as heavy as an engine block, complete with a long silver arm that you swatted back for carriage return. But I never used a typewriter eraser. I think there are few people alive who have, and fewer every day. And yet this was a 1999 sculpture (albeit one Oldenburg had apparently been thinking about doing since the 1960s).

The reason this struck me as meaningful is that Oldenburg’s sculpture, like a lot of pop art, was based on representations of instantly recognizable, everyday objects. He made giant clothespins and giant cheeseburgers. So what happens to pop art when the objects it represents have become so alien? I mean, a giant typewriter eraser might even be an alien, with the spindly brush a shock of blue hair coming out of a round pink cyclopean head. Less imaginatively, it’s a wheeled pizza cutter with a handle that’s come apart.

It seems like an interesting question for art appreciation. If the point is to have you recognize an object that is immediately identifiable even when it’s presented on a different scale and in a different setting, but you don’t know what the object is supposed to be in the first place, then the whole effect of the piece has changed. It hasn’t been lost, mind you. Just changed. I think there’s an analogy that can be made to how we respond to current events when we’ve lost so much historical understanding and perspective. Events lose their meaning, or their meaning changes, when they no longer have any generally understood context. The giant eraser becomes a metaphor.

What happened to YouTube?

Back in 2020 I had a post asking What happened to Amazon? What inspired it was my observation that the behemoth online retailer’s prices had gone up, way up, during the pandemic, while their search function had gotten so overgrown with sponsored links that it was nearly useless. Their ability to deliver packages quickly and efficiently was (and still is) impressive, but the shopping experience has gone to the dogs.

A couple of years after this Cory Doctorow came up with the label of “enshittification” to describe the death spiral of platforms: “Here is how platforms die: first, they are good to their users; then they abuse their users to make things better for their business customers; finally, they abuse those business customers to claw back all the value for themselves. Then, they die.”

I don’t know enough about the operation of the big platforms to judge how close to death they are, but from a user’s point of view I can certainly testify to how shitty they’ve become. As I said in my earlier post, Amazon took a steep dive into the shit at the time of the pandemic (a time when it was also raking in the cash). More recently, however, I’ve been noticing a similar trajectory being followed by YouTube.

I like YouTube. I watch a lot of stuff on it, from shorts to half-hour lectures and podcasts, to full-length documentaries. I’m often impressed at the production values of a lot of the videos I see, if not always as impressed at the content. But there are lots of things to click on and have playing in the background while I get something to eat.

But there are ads. There have always been ads. These cut in, unannounced, sometimes at really annoying moments that can’t be predicted (I’m sure on purpose). If it’s handy I just click to skip these when they start up, but since a lot of them are short (5 to 15 seconds has long been a standard) I often let them play.

What I’ve noticed happening just in the past month though is that not only do there seem to be more ads, but the ads themselves are getting longer. Much longer. Much, much longer. Ads that run for a minute and a half are now not uncommon. But I’ve also seen them run 4 and 5 minutes, and (this was the record) one a couple of days ago that was 8 minutes and 30 seconds! That’s not an ad, it’s a full infomercial. This goes beyond being annoying, to the point where it actually has had the effect of driving me away.

It’s no secret why they’re doing this. They want you to pay for a premium service where you don’t have to see ads. Or so they say. I don’t know how true that is (sponsored ads, I assume, are still included), or how long it’s likely to last. I can remember when cable TV became a big thing and it was known as Pay-TV and the deal was you paid a subscription and you got to watch everything with no ads. That’s not cable TV today.

Still, I’m scratching my head at advertising that’s so deliberately alienating. Who wants to watch an eight-and-a-half-minute ad? Absolutely no one. That isn’t an irritant, it’s a nuclear bomb being dropped on the platform. It’s a message to everyone that if you’re not paying for a subscription they don’t want you there at all. That seems self-defeating to me. But Amazon is still going strong despite its enshittification and I suspect YouTube will still be in business even after it’s become so overwhelmed with advertising it’s barely functional. There’s a lot of room for things to get shittier yet.