Friday, September 08, 2006

Is Jack Chick getting mellow in his old age?

I find this new tract extremely interesting because of how mild it seems (also, because of the artwork's crudity, but that's neither here nor there). Sure, Betsy gets saved and all, but the mean kids neither get saved nor explicitly rejected savedness. Miss Johnson's "you don't have to do spells to get good grades" seems more like a mild injunction against a largely inconsequential social ill ("you don't need to use bad words to have a good time") than anything fire-and-brimstoney. And then "don't do witchcraft...do your homework!" seems like it's trying to take things out on a humorous note. There's no indication that the children's efforts at magic were actually abetted by satanic forces, or, indeed, that they were anything other than a childish prank, for which a simple rebuke is enough to absolve them. In the old days, they would have succeeded in summmoning Satan, who would have murdered the shit out of them. Betsy would only have been saved by her faith. Maybe I'm just getting soft, but I think I prefer the kinder, gentler Jack Chick. Though I imagine the old one will be back with a vengeance soon enough.

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Blogger Jeremy pontificated to the effect that...

Personally, the artwork in this one leads me to suspect that it was written by someone other than Jack Chick. Drawing in a different style than one is used to takes effort. It's like trying to forge a signature. And in any case, what would make the man WANT to illustrate it in anything other than his usual bug-eyed kids' style? The only reason I can think of is that he thought that style was too cartoony and silly to get across the severity of his topic, but the goofy, laid back nature of this tract demonstrates that thisis not the case. So perhaps Jack Chick's health is failing. You recall that bizaare, vaguely senile Thanksgiving tract, after all. Maybe the assassins from the Vatican have finally got their act together.

4:33 PM  
Blogger GeoX pontificated to the effect that...

I think there are a number of artists working for Chick Enterprises--there's certainly variation amongst the tracts. Although god knows I'd *like* to imagine him sitting in a poorly-lit basement, cranking out one after another, slowly losing his eyesight and his mind.

On another note:

Dude! What's up? Call me sometime.

12:48 AM  

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