Jackin’ Tracts and Bobbing for Souls

« Every Chick tract is a proven soul winner » — Jack Thomas Chick (1924-2016)

Before we begin, one must advance past the primordial question: « Who the 𖦹!!!**! is Jack T. Chick? » This simple query has been answered at length elsewhere, so I refer you to the heavy lifting done by others, notably this comprehensive obituary, or Joe McCulloch’s eye-opening article, Life Is Worth Living, both from the pages of The Comics Journal.

Then, of course, since we are ever standing on the shoulders of giants, there’s Daniel Raeburn‘s likely definitive Chick monograph, published in 1998 and today commanding usurious prices on eBay. Ah, but the author, as gracious as he is erudite, lets visitors to his website download The Imp absolutely free of charge. Go for it!

This is The Imp no. 2 (1998), bearing a lovely illustration by Daniel Clowes, who was the subject of the previous — and first — issue.

In 2016, upon Chick’s shuffling off this mortal coil, Raeburn was interviewed on the CBC’s As It Happens show*. He was asked « Now that he has died, what would you say is his legacy? » [ full interview here ]

Raeburn: « I think he did influence our culture. He influenced the counter-culture. I think particularly in the world of underground comics, I think he was the ultimate outsider. He was the most underground of all the underground cartoonists and I think there is a certain amount of grudging respect for him in that regard. He got his work out there with no help from anybody and he did it his way. He had a real DIY aesthetic. He’s sort of like a punk rocker except that he’s not a punk rocker. He was a Christian. But he did embody the punk, do-it-yourself ethos and I think that will be his lasting legacy — that and camp. I mean his comics have long-lasting camp value. They are unintentionally hilarious. »

And it is in this roundabout way that we arrive at today’s subject. Not Chick tracts per se, but a gloriously blasphemous parody thereof.

Jacked Tracts (2026) isn’t the first Chick lampoon, not by any means, but it certainly earns the distinction of being the most ambitious. Says writer-editor-illustrator-conductor Danny Hellman, as to the book’s raison d’être and modus operandi: « We took six notorious Christian comic tracts that traumatized us as children, and asked seventy-four of the world’s most depraved cartoonists to re-interpret the art, page-by-page. New text was then added to the art by this book’s editor. »

Hellman’s tantalising cover.
First off, two pages from Sleepless in Sheol, a détournement of A Demon’s Nightmare; Art by Ivan Manuppelli, aka Hurricane Ivan. And if this leaves you with a hankering for vegan lasagna, here’s a mouth-watering recipe!
Art by Cliff Mott.

The following two pages hail from Fear the Memes, a reinterpretation of the No Fear tract.

Art by Sandy Jimenez.
Art by Danny Hellman.

Next up, a pair of samples from Party Hard Lady, a reimagining of Party Girl.

Art by… well, moi. For the character of the sanctimonious granny, I kinda envisioned Jack Kirby’s wonderful Agatha Harkness, as she appeared — and only then — in an early favourite comic book of mine, Fantastic Four no. 94 (Jan. 1970, Marvel).
Art by Soph Franz.

We follow up with two from a retelling of one of the most notorious of Chick’s contes cruels, Somebody Loves Me, rejigged to fine effect into Nobody Loves a Chatty Brat.

Art by Gideon Kendall. Unlike some people, Danny uses real biblical quotes. Ironically, it’s been claimed, and not without merit, that actually reading the Bible may lead straight to atheism.
Art by Dyna Moe.

Then it’s on to the evils of drugs, with two excerpts from Trust the Pusher in the Sky, a retooling of Trust Me.

Art by Fufu Frauenwahl.
Art by Denis St. John. Seems perfectly in keeping for ol’ Uncle Fester‘s rascally nature.

And finally, one from Mr Victor Cayro‘s solo tour de force, Boo-Boos for Beelzebub, riffing exuberantly on Chick’s Boo.

If you’ve got the inclination, feel free to delve into the rabbit hole of the buff Jesus phenomenon.

As you can surely imagine, gathering nearly seventy-five loose cannon cartoonists and shepherding this rabid flock through a project of this magnitude took — never mind the sweat and aggravation and toil — quite some time. Looking at my files, my part in it was drawn in early March, 2021… and the finished book reached my hands just last month.

Just today, while researching this piece, I came upon this quote: « … as we’re less than a year out from Itch.io’s de-listing, re-listing, and continued demonetisation of adult works affecting a number of comics creators seeking to sell their wares online, due to pressure from payment processors and conservative activist groups, and now we’re seeing the same playbook being used on Kickstarter, which is strictly prohibiting “adult-only or sexually explicit content” due to (all together now) pressure from payment processor Stripe, which itself is not exactly free from controversy. » [source]
… which in turn led me to ponder the bumpy road to publication that Jacked Tracts had. So I asked Danny.

DH: « My initial plan with JACKED TRACTS had been to self-publish, which I always find a tough slog, especially when it comes to distribution. I approached the owner of a small press to whose books I’d contributed, and asked if he’d be interested in sub-distributing JACKED TRACTS upon publication. He responded by saying he was much more interested in publishing the book outright under his imprint. After a bit of thought, I decided to partner with him. Some months later, the publisher tearfully told me he had to renege on our agreement, as other artists whose work he published had expressed objections to being in the same imprint with me. Presumably these folks objected to my heterodox politics, although with these sorts of whispering campaigns, it can be hard to know what they’re actually about. I then fell back on my original plan: self-publishing and crowdfunding. »

Danny reportedly has copies available. Just follow this magical link to doom and perdition. What have you — immortal soul aside — got to lose?

-RG

*And speaking of Canada: some Americans have mocked my fair country for banning Chick tracts for being hate speech. Dan Raeburn evidently agrees with that characterisation, stating that « … they are nothing but sanctified hate literature. » There was, for instance, this disingenuous hatchet piece in The Washington Post (remember the WP?)

It’s hard to miss the irony of this jingoistic finger-wagging from the country that repealed its Fairness Doctrine. How’s that worked out for you, guys?

In Canada,” said Ron Cohen, chairman of the Canadian Broadcast Standards Council, “we respect free speech but we don’t worship it. It is one thing we value, but not the only thing.

Tentacle Tuesday: Slidin’ Down the Cinema Sewer

Due to unforeseen computer troubles (are those ever anticipated?), the program I was planning for today is postponed, as I don’t quite have access to the needed files. It’s Robin Bougie (Canadian “artist, writer, publisher and general sleaze visionary“) to the rescue! His film (maga)zine Cinema Sewer boasts a panoply of fun covers by a sturdy cadre of illustrators. To this I might add that this naughty publication doesn’t nearly receive all the lovin’ it deserves, so I’m all in favour of (well-earned) hype.

In case you’ve never heard of it, here’s a review by Richelle Charkot of a random issue (no. 28, if you should ask), which is representative of the whole series in general:

« Robin Bougie does it again with another enthralling and disgusting chapter in the Cinema Sewer series. This set of fascinating essays on cult films, genre films, vintage porn and their attendant subcultures is meticulously assembled as usual, with hand-written text and amazingly sultry illustrations largely written, drawn, laid out and published by Bougie himself. Cinema Sewer is so readable that it could potentially be quite easy to burn through, but thanks to Bougie’s wealth of dirty knowledge, there is plenty to *ahem* chew on, so you won’t destroy the issue too quickly. The zine covers everything from the life of pornographic photographer Johnny Castano (of which Bougie describes his work as “an artform”), to Lili Marlene, aka ‘The Forgotten Anal Princess’, with dozens and dozens of alt-cinema reviews to peruse through. As with its previous installments, Cinema Sewer is definitely an acquired taste, and many may be offended by Bougie’s tendency to be incredibly crass and fast and loose with colloquial genital terms that might unsettle some readers. But for those who are not weak of heart and possess a desire to learn, let this series be your quintessential guide to the underbelly of film. »

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Cinema Sewer no. 16 (2005). Cover by Danny Hellman, who not only has a peculiar sense of humour (it’s a compliment, Danny!), but is also an excellent tour guide through the wilds of Brooklyn.

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Cinema Sewer no. 17 (2005), cover by Mike Hoffman. This scene raises far more questions than could possibly be answered.

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Cinema Sewer no. 22 (2009), with a cover by Sean Donahue. Her expression seems to be saying “ah, come on, you guys…” There’s some mysterious link between roller skates and tentacles – just take a gander at John Pound’s cover for Commies from Mars no. 3.

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Cinema Sewer no. 26 (2013), cover by Canadian comics artist James Stokoe. I find his work (and colours) to be a bit hit or miss, but I loved his (currently unfinished) Orc Stain and quite enjoyed Wonton Soup.

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Cinema Sewer no. 31 (2018). Cover by William Skaar, who clearly entertains a certain fondness for both tentacles and big-chested girls (just take a peek at his website or his Kickstarter project). Well, don’t we all? 😉

– ds