God is not the State, and the State is not God. Defiance of God's self-styled interpreters is not denial of God. I will serve Him in my own ways. By day I shal wear the holy cloth... and by night I will wear a different kind of cloth... a darker shade of vestments.
Alan Brennert is the author of the historical novels Palisades Park, Honolulu (chosen one of the best books of 2009 by The Washington Post), and Moloka'i, which won the 2006 Bookies Award, sponsored by the Contra Costa Library, for the Book Club Book of the Year (and has sold over 600,000 copies since publication). It was also a 2012 One Book, One San Diego selection. He has won an Emmy Award and a People's Choice Award for his work as a writer-producer on the television series L.A. Law, and his short story "Ma Qui" was honored with a Nebula Award. His new novel, Daughter of Moloka'i, will be published by St. Martin's Press on February 19, 2019. Follow him on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/alan.brennert.
Batman: Holy Terror is a DC Comics prestige format one-shot written by Alan Brennert with art by norm Breyfogle. It was originally published in 1991.
Set in an Elseworlds universe where the United States (and most of the America) are ruled by a theological Christian regime, Bruce Wayne’s parents are secretly assassinated by the state. When Bruce learns this, he uses his position within the church and adopts the persona of the Dark Knight to enact revenge. Along the way, Bruce will uncover some absolutely horrifying discoveries.
This book gave me some The Handmaid’s Tale vibes with the Christian theocracy, though in this book it’s a much more Catholic feel with even more pomp and ceremony. The book showcases the horror of cult control when a government can warp religion to remain in complete control and power. The art in the book is fantastic with a very classic but strikingly original look.
In a world where Oliver Cromwell's Puritan regime is still alive three hundred years later in the aunited States, Batman becomes a priest until he discovers his parents were killed for opposing electroshock conversion therapy.
I did enjoy that we get a nuanced look at religion and that just because the state that wields religion is corrupt that does not make God corrupt. But otherwise this elseworld that launched a thousand stories did little for me.
Not to be confused with the Frank Miller comic of the same name, Batman: Holy Terror is the Caped Crusader’s yarn of the ecclesiastical and the divine. However, there is nothing holy about this comic. Nothing but 50 pages of terror is the true product: how could a comic be so (goddamn!) awful?
Already from the get-go, a single page voiceover of this city is abruptly zoomed into the latest crisis in media res. Another jizz encrusted story of the death of Wayne’s parents with the omnipresent bats splashes forth. However, the means and the motive are altered as are the clothings and verbiage. Seemingly a setting from the 17th/18th century is the alternate timeline du jour with faux Old English (e.g. towne) and powder wigs to match!
This would be make sense until another two pages later, a television news channel montage plugs a choppy series of details concerning this modulated timestream. Going from powdered wigs and a smattering of (faux) Old English to electronic screens, I was completely lost with this expository scene that did more to confuse than to elucidate. Without a single (goddamn!) date to demarcate where things were chronologically, I only became increasingly lost some ten pages in.
Which is a real problem because there is a severe disconnect between what the author wanted to accomplish and the meager amount of pages at his disposal. Seemingly wanting to cram everything into a mere ~50 pages, bizarrely mangled references ranging from V for Vendetta to the internalized world of The Bat himself are brutalized beyond belief. Shitty paneling only manages to convolute this story further and further each (goddamn) page of the way.
Perhaps with a larger width of pages, this could have developed into something worthwhile but, it didn’t. And we’re stuck with more and more comic book muck of the worst design. Even though this fell under the Elseworld imprimatur, it feels like its more akin to Else-Universe more than anything.
More perversion than pastiche, this comic sees fit to rip to shreds everything that made this series great. Cutting where it should not Alfred is gone!. And pasting who it should not The Flash, in a Batman comic – really? this comic takes the definition of mess to an even lower level. Batman actually talks about killing people – Really!
In conclusion, this story amounts to a botched circumcision. What perhaps might have started with the best intentions has left an otherwise healthy corpus disfigured and unusable. Permanent disfigurement is the wretched result.
It starts off as an exposition dump of sorts but stick with it, fun twists and gorgeous artwork
The fact that this is filled with, I assume, real scripture, kind of makes it feel like some table with a holy agenda gave you this for free at a convention But it’s not really that
I like everyone else has had bats on the brain for a good couple weeks so I thought I'd reread some of the oldies....this one, an elseworlds tale, is okay..... I want to read Dark Victory!
A friend recommended this to me and let me borrow it. I don't know what she was thinking. I almost gave it two stars, but I've done that to books I wasn't crazy about in the past and looked back and realized that I was being too nice.
It's an alternate reality, and I'm not sure what time period it is supposed to be but they have advanced technology. The Catholic church rules everything and is corrupt. Bruce Wayne becomes a priest and even when he is Batman his costume has a clerical collar incorporated into the design of the bat on his chest. And he quotes scripture while beating up the bad guys. n n n n n n n n
And then some shit happens when Batman finds out Priests are torturing members of the Justice League. It was just REALLY FUCKING WEIRD. I don't know why my friend recommended this book to me. Major disappointment.