We all have gaps in our pop culture knowledge, those omissions that elicit gasps from our fellow funnybook connoisseurs. For me, those gaps are vast and constitute anything outside of DC Comics proper. I’m on a mission to rectify my comics knowledge shortcomings and to provide a fresh take on classic stories that others have known for years. The comics may be old but my mind is still fresh, wrapped in plastic and sitting on the shelf, waiting to be opened. Welcome to Mint Condition!
This time: I start at the beginning of Mike Mignola’s Hellboy and read until my eyes fall out.
The skinny: Hellboy was created in the 1990s by Mike Mignola and is still going strong. The title character is a big, red demon who was summoned to Earth as a child and raised lovingly by the leaders of a paranormal research agency, where Hellboy is gainfully employed.
Issues read: Hellboy: Seed of Destruction #1-4, Hellboy: Wake the Devil #1-5, Hellboy: The Corpse and the Iron Shoes, Hellboy: Almost Colossus, various issues of Dark Horse Presents, others
Published by: Dark Horse Comics
Publication dates: From 1994 through 1999, mostly. I read the first four trades, which collect a bunch of scattered materials.
Creators: Mike Mignola, John Byrne, Mark Chiarello, Dave Stewart, Matthew Hollingsworth, James Sinclair, Pat Brosseau (but, like, mostly Mike Mignola)
My previous experience: I know of the character Hellboy through the Ron Perlman movie (which I never saw) and from friends telling me how great the comic is. He’s a big, red devil with goggles or something, right? I couldn’t tell you what the hell a BPRD is.
Story: This story was unexpected. Unexpectedly good, I should say.
What strikes me initially is how quickly we get into the main action. Hellboy is summoned to Earth in a flash of lightning on page 6 and makes his first on-panel appearance as a small impish child on page 8. By page 9 he is fifty years older and a well-established agent of the Bureau for Paranormal Research and Defense. And we’re off to the races. There’s no explanation of where he came from (hell, one assumes) or even much said about his upbringing. I’d expected much to-do about him being a monster, or at least some mention of people fearing and hating him for looking like a big red demon. But it’s very much the opposite — characters who meet Hellboy for the first time throughout these stories treat him with something close to normality, if not respect and admiration. Despite the title character’s monstrous appearance, this is not a monster story.
This is a story about the occult, the paranormal. It’s about foul undead, lingering ghosts, haunted places. The pages are filled with ghouls, demons, skeletons, and eldritch horrors. Hellboy and his team travel the world to investigate crumbling cathedrals and ancient graveyards, sometimes with a connection to his past or origins, but often not. There are post-Hitler Nazis running around throughout, but really they could have been any evil organization whose goal is to harness the power of unseen mystic powers. Hellboy and his team are trying to protect the world against their esoteric abuses.
The storytelling in these volumes is unique and masterful. Far from a sequential narrative, the history of Hellboy and the BPRD is told in fits and starts, through short stories and vignettes that fit only loosely together. The effect is one of reading through a dark memoir where the pages are out of order. Sometimes there’s a longer arc of five 22-page issues strung together, and sometimes a smattering of 2-page and 8-page tales. The real power of the storytelling is its deep incorporation of folktale elements, assimilating old tales from English, Irish, Russian, and other traditions. The resulting tales are hauntingly familiar and decidedly creepy.
Oh, and they aren’t goggles. They’re the stumps of filed-off horns. Duh.
Art: Hellboy doesn’t look like any other long-running book on the comic racks. There’s a reason Mike Mignola has won multiple Eisners, Harveys, and other industry awards. His art is iconic and leaves a lasting impression. It stands out for its almost minimalist style, with large blocks of color dominating the page. It is more about accurate line work than texture — shadows are 100% pure black and backgrounds rarely even use a gradient. Clean art to tell an often grimy story.
The page composition is completely satisfying. Complimentary colors are used to make the elements pop — the red Hellboy grappling with a green frog monster, an orange fireball igniting amidst the clear blue sky. No panels are wasted, though some are used to draw attention to the scenery and impress a mood upon the reader. Every so often, a dialogue-free panel will show a winged statue or an impish gargoyle or a mournful crucifix. Repeat images are used to call back to earlier parts of the story. No two pages are structured alike.
New reader accessibility: The hardest part is figuring out what order to read these things in. First of all, you want to be reading this in trade, rather than hunting down individual issues. Not only will this save you the headache of deciding what to read first, the trades include a lot of extra stories, galleries, and insights, and even add coloring to previously black & white pages. It’s a nice collection. Follow the reading order suggested here and you’ll be golden. There are no ties to previous series or anything else you need to know before you jump in.
Desire to read more: Yes, definitely. Though I’m utterly shocked at how much Hellboy exists in this world. I’ll be reading this series for years before I catch up to anything close to current, especially if I take a detour into the offshoot BPRD series. But at least then I’ll know what a Lobster Johnson is.
Final Thoughts: Comics are so diverse and impressive. This one was a gem that I didn’t even know was hidden in plain sight. It makes me happy that I started this column and excited to see what other Hellboys lurk out there, waiting to be discovered. For now, the next Mike Mignola trade is calling to me.
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