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Under the Influence of: EC Comics

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Under the Influence of: EC Comics

In a Whisper, "I f--ck dead people!"

Chuck Palahniuk
Sep 28, 2021
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Two EC Collections Reissued by Dark Horse Comics

You wonder why the meet cute scene in Fight Club takes place among terminally ill people?  Stop wondering. You can blame it on EC Comics.

Consider that every ghost story is comforting.

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  It demonstrates that an afterlife exists.  People die, but they don’t.  By their nature, ghost and horror stories are spiritual, and in many ways a demonstration of religion.  Or at least morality.

In fact, in the world of EC Comics – which Dark Horse Founder Mike Richardson told me originally stood for Educational Comics – death can get you laid.  At least that was the impression they made on the impressionable ten-year-old me.  Eros and thanatos, two great tastes that taste great together. The Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup of sex and death. No comics held my attention like Tales from the Crypt or the less-shocking Ripley’s Believe It or Not! comic books

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In those pages lovers killed each other, then came back for revenge.  Characters violated sacred ground.  They laughed at curses and paid a hefty price.  And it never failed, sex dripped from those pages.

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  If a character was sexy at first, he was sexier once he’d stripped off his blood-drenched clothes in order to dig a deep grave in which to bury his murdered fiancé or boss or rich reclusive uncle.  Naked grave digging looked like the best muscle building exercise ever.  And if a victim was sexy, she came back from that grave with thick hair, luminous eyes and skin, and a smoke’n bod that wouldn’t quit.  Death always did great things for the bust line.

Sex dripped from those pages.

As a pre-teen those comics made you yearn to grow up and have sex with either a psychotic murderer or a recently buried body.  It was carnal and it was spiritual.  It was magic.  Sigh.  It’s clear from my footnotes that these stories caused not lasting damage to my tiny brain.

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Don’t even get me started on Wuthering Heights. Just because it soft pedals the ghost doesn’t mean it’s not a boffo ghost story of a guy haunted by a dead girl. Yeah, even if the girl was probably his half-sister. And if you believed old Earnshaw’s story that he “found” Heathcliff starving on the docks of Liverpool, I have a bridge to sell you. No, Earnshaw is clearly cast from the Bronte school of sleazy Mr. Rochesters who cart home the bastard kids they have by their lovers elsewhere. It’s likely a good thing Catherine ran off and married Edgar Linton; she no doubt suspected the brother-sister deal, too.

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The subtitle of the Ripley comic book was “True Ghost Stories”. These were the Blair Witch Project of their day in that they used the nonfiction credibility of the syndicated Ripley newspaper features to lend complete credence to lurid horror. In effect, if you believed the Ripley reportage about a yogi with five-foot-long fingernails, you were forced to believe in the reality of the arrogant Russian nobleman who became lost and died of starvation in his own vast palace after he murdered the architect… the only man who knew the building’s layout! That’s full-on wet-the-bed horror.

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Crimony, and that’s not to mention the arrogant business tycoon who buys the ruined Roman villa and uses random stones to build himself a swimming pool, not realizing those stones are actually tombstones! The affronted ancient ghosts drag him underwater until he drowns! And even as he’s inarticulately glubbing his last his lovely wife has deciphered some old document about the tombstones, and she’s saying to herself, “When I tell him, he’ll just die!” At ten years old this was my model for irony.

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And let’s not forget the hubris of the greedy garbage collector who kills his business partner. Like he does with all the garbage, he grinds up the dead body and uses it as garden mulch at his rambling mansion. You see garbage is so lucrative that the garbage tycoon lives in a palace! He even plants a nice vine in the mulch; however, the mulched business partner prompts the vine to grow fast. Soon the vine climbs in the sleeping killer’s bedroom window and strangles him in his bed! Alas, hubris and avarice spur the death of yet another unscrupulous rich man. Sure, Boy’s Life magazine had its charms, but horror comics taught me ethics.

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Sex and the eternal soul never seem far apart. Film historians point out how director Cecil B. DeMille cut his teeth by presenting Roman orgies and nudey bath tub scenes of Claudette Colbert lounging in cow’s milk. When those movies irked the Hays Code censors, DeMille switched to big biblical pictures wherein he could justify the steamy exposed flesh with an Old Testament context.

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Daniel Donche Jr./Janden Hale
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Sep 28, 2021

Now I want to read the story of this Russian aristocrat who starved to death.

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Darin Bennett
Sep 28, 2021

Footnote (2) has always been one of my favorite tactics to draw in the audience. ex. The movie ‘Fargo’ starts off with a title card that informs/sets-up the viewer by stating that the following story is true or based on real events (or something of that nature). Then chaos ensues for just shy of two hours. In reality, the Coen brothers blended together two completely separate events but also included a kitchen full of their own ingredients that they conveniently left off the menu. I employ the same tactic by informing everyone I meet that I was the product of an event similar to immaculate conception. It never ceases to create an atmosphere of alluring tension and unique conversation. PS EC Comics are partially responsible for the consequences of the majority of my actions.

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