Fighting The Invisible Threat
Tripwire’s consulting editor Scott Braden takes a look back at Grant Morrison’s Vertigo series The Invisibles, 28 years old this year…
The future is tattered and worn and beaten up like my copy of Sarah Champion’s Disco 2000. Sure, it shines like a diamond with its sterling-silver cover, but the wrinkles and tears over time are quite evident.
Wrinkles in time. Coincidence, you think?
The Invisibles’ King Mob would tell you otherwise with a dove in one hand and his loaded magnum in the other.
The assassin King Mob. The messianic Gideon Stargrave. The sequential storyteller Grant Morrison. They are all and they are the same.
Did Y2K happen? Did aliens land? Did “Time Machine Go?” According to Morrison’s metatextual fiction – or is it an electro-fevered dream – the future as he sees it is all possible and it’s all day-glow dystopia, baby.
According to my near-minty October 1997 copy of Wired, Hollywood 2.0 up and happened. Is that Disney+ and all other streaming services? Is that the holographic radio on Morrison’s cool killer bike of the future, streaking down the Information Highway on its way to “Zoo Station?”
Is the future now, or up and gone? Is Pre-Millennium Tension, as avant-garde rapper Tricky told it, transitory?
Wieners and Pescovitz’s Reality Check, bravely published by Hardwired in English and foreign editions circa 1996, prophesizes that the gleaming possibility of 2023 is before us and so is . . . the Tricorder? Star Trek comes home to roost, according to these good futurists telling tales in times past. Like distant echoes in the void, ever vibrating.
Back to Disco 2000. Found within is “I’m a Policeman” by Morrison. It tells his “invisible” tale in a handful of pages – as opposed to the many sequential stories counted. Our “sentence is up,” the mind-altering, drug-induced author believes. Would William S. Burroughs say the same with his Nova Gang and his deep, deep backseat driving?
(Know what I mean?)
Like the Power Rangers of old, be they iconic or archaic, there were five. The King himself, Ragged Robin, Jack Frost, Boy, and Lord Fanny.
Fanny as in the Albion vuh-jay-jay – not the good ol’ Amerikaner phat ass.
Champions of chaos and the cool ride, they were. Looking the part when the part is image and glam. Crawling from the wreckage of the New Reality into Morrison’s amplified subconscious saga.
And as Bowie sang back in 1987, with retrorockets red-glaring: “Time will crawl until the 21st century lose.”
In other words, all bets are off – line.
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Fighting The Invisible Threat Tripwire’s consulting editor Scott Braden takes a look back at Grant Morrison’s Vertigo series The Invisibles, 28 years old this year… The future is tattered and worn and beaten up like my copy of Sarah Champion’s Disco 2000. Sure, it shines like a diamond with its sterling-silver cover, but the wrinkles
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