Last night while idly flicking through my books, I decided to re-read Preacher, a comic series by Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon. Preacher is, unsurprisingly, about a preacher called Jesse, who teams up with his ex-girlfriend and an Irish vampire named Cassidy and goes—literally—in search of God. Five minutes after deciding to read it, I was in bed opening it. I started on it so quickly that I didn’t have time to remember much about it.
Until he was mentioned, I’d forgotten about the Saint of Killers (which should be a crime). I’d forgotten about Arseface. Preacher starts quickly, I didn’t have time to think about what lay ahead before the Saint began shooting police officers’ body parts off. It was almost like I was reading this comic for the first time and falling straight into its hyper-violent, curse-filled, demented world. Angels and demons having sex. A man being possessed by the spawn of said intercourse. Only now, the following day, are other story details coming back to me. The phallic-looking scarring of Herr Starr’s head. The Sex Detectives. Cassidy’s betrayal. The Saint’s origin story. Ennis and Dillon’s world moves from one wild concept to the next, but does so in wonderfully cinematic fashion. I can’t wait to read all this again.