A werewolf
story that turns into Marvel’s version of a Jack Chick Tract
Robert E.
Howard created the character Solomon Kane in a 1928 story for Weird Tales
called Red Shadows. Howard is the
legendary creator of the barbarian warriors Conan, Red Sonja and Kull. He cut
Kane from a different cloth, however. Kane is a 16th century Puritan whose
wanderings through Europe and Africa often
lead to adventures thwarting supernatural evil. Puritans were separatists from
the Church of England who wanted specific reforms. Oddly enough the term
“Puritan” was used only as an insult by the church to refer to these religious
rebels, who preferred to call themselves “the godly”. Neither Howard nor Sword
of Solomon Kane’s scripter Ralph Macchio aspire to this level of historical accuracy. I’m
very glad too, as it would slow down this werewolf horror tale gobs if we
digressed into the exact theological underpinnings of the reformation or the
Church of England’s position as a political vehicle vs religious institution.
Instead we get a very straight forward adventure story that ends with a bit of
heavy-handed proselytism.
Let’s start
with the good part, Howerd’s Kane character doing what he does best. Here he is
saving the life of a teenaged boy who’s run afoul of a man-like wolf creature.
This sequence takes place on page 2 of the book, so you can tell that Macchio
and artist Bret Blevins are wasting no time in bringing us the action.
Solomon
proves the werewolf’s better, saving the boy’s life and ending the creature’s.
Call me old fashioned, but this level of gore is more acceptable to me.
Note that
Marvel’s werewolves, while they may bleed profusely, do not drench the pages in
entrails. Nor do they explode like a gerbil microwaved for more than 2
minutes…er, so I’ve heard. The wounded boy runs off while Solomon makes the
startling discovery that the wolf’s body has turned into that of a naked man.
He also finds a strange looking amulet near the corpse, which he pockets as a
“mystery I shall ponder anon…” and proceeds to bury the dead body. Meanwhile a
strange cloaked figure makes his way into the local inn, startling the locals.
Maybe this
guy should bathe a bit more? Anyway, stinky turns out not to be Solomon, but
Solomon’s old pal Nathan Cabel. Nathan is hated by the locals not only because
he is a fellow Puritan, but also because his current wife is a voodoo-magic
potion brewing witch with a brother who’s a werewolf. I’m getting a bit ahead
of the story here. Right at this point Solomon steps in and prevents a burly
peasant from battering Nathan senseless. Nathan is genuinely surprised to see
Solomon.
Actually
Solomon travels take him anywhere the credit collection agencies can’t find
him. Also he seldom leaves a forwarding address. But enough about him, it’s
time to hear Nathan’s sob story. Seems a Bronte novel’s worth of hardship has
befallen him since that last time he met up with Big Daddy Kane. He was injured
in a war with Germany, nursed back to health by a local gypsy woman, returned
home to find his wife bedridden and dying with his young son grieving at her
bedside, took his wife and son back with him to Germany via a long ship voyage
to find the same young gypsy woman who healed him, found her but was too late
to save his wife, upon her deathbed he cursed and renounced God for letting his
wife die, and then he married Martha the gypsy woman while settling in Germany
as a simple farmer. The End.
Expected the
book to be over? That was 2 pages worth of flashbacks. Man, they packed in the
story back in the 80’s. Solomon agrees to be his houseguest for the time being
and they head back to Nathan’s cabin. Once they arrive, they find Martha
handing out a magic cure to one of the locals. I really expected Solomon to go
kind of ape-shit on her, but instead we get this.
What Solomon
doesn’t know is that what Nathan’s wife dabbles in involves pouring fruit-flavored
yogurt on their house guest’s privates while they sleep. Solomon recounts his
fight with the werewolf and the fact that it dropped an odd amulet after it
died. Martha seems to recognize it and asks to keep it. About this time
Nathan’s son, dead meat…er Justin bursts into the cabin and we make a startling
discovery.
Justin was
the one Solomon saved from being killed by the werewolf. Unfortunately Justin
was injured in the fight with the beast which will mean he has inherited the
curse of the werewolf. In secret, Martha matches the amulet Solomon brought in,
muttering something about “let it not be him.” We later learn that Martha’s
brother was a werewolf searching for a cure and this confirms that he’s dead. Meanwhile
Solomon and Justin get pretty chummy. Justin turns out to almost idolize Kane,
not that he does anything to discourage him.
I’m thinking
Solomon needs a refresher course on the seven deadly sins concentrating on #3,
pride. Sadly, Justin and Solomon’s status as BFFs is soon to come to an end.
The first full moon causes Justin to change into a raging werebeast.
I haven’t
seen that bad a reaction to light since the last time Michael Jackson made a
public appearance. Justin munches through a few town folk, night watchmen, a
couple of horses and one drunk lying in the gutter. Guess he was just a bit
peckish. Solomon finds the animal prints leading to Justin’s window and when
Nathan brings news from the village, he quickly puts two and two together.
Um…no. Care
to try again?
That’s more
like it. Nathan freaks out for a bit. When Justin is told what he’s done, he
freaks out for a bit. Solomon just kind of looks at the kid and says “Fear not,
lad. God’s will be done.” Which sounds okay to anyone not in Justin’s shoes.
Martha and Nathan attempt to voodoo the werewolf out of him by tying him up
with rope and bedsheets while lighting candles and some really cool incense
they got on sale from the local head shop. Solomon takes a more direct
approach.
What that
means is that Solomon strings silvered wire around the house and waits for
Justin to go all “Teen Wolf” so he can stab him through the heart. The fight
doesn’t go well, as Martha gets slashed to ribbons and Nathan ends up having to
eviscerate his own son. Nathan gets a nice couple of panels pleading Justin’s
impaled body not to die and leave him alone.
It’s about
this time that Nathan and Solomon start having this odd faith dialogue that
seemed so out of place in a mainstream comic. It was almost like some panels
from a Bibleman comic had somehow ended up tacked on to the end of the tale.
See what I mean here.
I really,
truly expected to turn the page and come face to face with “Nobody else can
save you. Trust Jesus Today!” and the Jack Chick four step process to becoming
a Christian. I never knew Marvel played religious preferences like this. It’s
odd and disconcerting, but I also have to say true to the source material. As for SoSK’s 6 issue limited series, I’m a believer and
a big fan. Plus no messy clean-up like I had with Shadow Reavers.
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