Whenever I see ‘origin’ as the title of a trade paperback, I groan. Not always discernibly; I am, if nothing else, acutely self-aware and wary of public displays of emotion. But if you were watching me from afar, you’d notice my shoulders slump. The spring in my step would revert to concrete blocks. The healthy glow of my skin would fade to sickly pale.
It’s not that I abhor origin stories. They’re essential, obviously. We need to know where characters come from. Their backstory. We need the layers of the onion. I realise that. I do. But origin stories that are so self-aware that they call themselves ‘origins’ are exasperating. And more often than not in superhero comics, these origins follow a standard path. There are few surprises. It’s like there is a blueprint, which must be followed precisely, with one or two fleeting moments of innovation allowed.
So when I grabbed a copy of NOVA, VOLUME 1: ORIGIN I was wary. Excited too, of course – who wouldn’t be, knowing you’ve got more than a hundred pages of superb artwork by one of comics’ superstars, Ed McGuinness – but disappointed I was in line for another run-of-the-mill origin. That’s the problem with judging a book based on preconceptions; if you allow it to, it can prohibit your enjoyment from all forms of fiction. And while NOVA, VOLUME 1: ORIGIN isn’t a pioneering origin effort, it’s great fun; an all-ages comic that readers of all ages will appreciate. Kudos to Loeb and McGuinness: they’ve hooked me into the Marvel cosmic universe.
Sam Alexander is a kid loathing life in the small town of Carefree, Arizona. His father, the school janitor and 24/7 drunk, tells Sam’s sister bedtime stories about the ‘Nova Corps’ and their adventures throughout the galaxy. Fuelled by contempt, Sam is certain these stories are fiction, and wishes his father would spend more time getting his act together than concocting tales. When Sam’s father goes missing, he’s sure the old man’s off on another bender. But then he’s visited by Rocket Raccoon and Gamora, from the Guardians of the Galaxy, who have with them a Nova helmet, which is attuned to Sam’s DNA. When he pops the helmet on, he discovers incredible abilities – and soon he’s meeting The Watcher, combatting enemies of earth, and learning what it takes to be a hero.
There’s a great thrust to ‘Origin.’ Loeb and McGuinness, long-time partners in crime, have fine-tuned their partnership. Loeb’s script is pared down, leaving room for McGuinness’s art to breathe, and boy does he take advantage. He has an exaggerated, cartoony style that’s perfect for the Marvel cosmic universe; his depiction of Rocket Raccoon is fantastic. There are several full-page and double-page spreads sprinkled throughout; awesomely dynamic shots that few of his peers could pull off. McGuinness improves with every new venture; his storytelling in NOVA is superb.
The story is lightweight, but again, it feels like Loeb did this intentionally for the sake of the artwork. He leaves plenty of dangling threads for the next writer to untangle, or cut entirely. Some of the humour falls a bit flat, and Sam’s incessant monologue begins to grate, but when you reach the story’s conclusion you’ll be left with a smile on your face. NOVA is entertainment, pure and simple, and further solidifies the Loeb / McGuinness partnership as one of comics’ best.
Wherever they land next, I’ll be there.