Convert #4 // Review
Orin is having issues with survival. he's been doing a lot of work. He has been doing a lot of work trying to survive. He's gotten to be a pretty good hunter. He's gotten to be pretty good at surviving with respect to being able to eat. However, there are other concerns and having to do with the indigenous peoples of the planet. And there's no telling what's going to happen as the story crossed to close in Convert #4. Writer John Arcudi concludes his tale with artist Savannah Finley and colorist Gonzalo Heisler. It’s a haunting, little mix of various elements in the end.
Orin is working with bows and arrows. He's rushing around and able to hunt game. There might be some concern about his biology versus the biology of the animals from this particular planet. But he's able to work more or less in a completely solitary fashion. He has found a connection with some of the indigenous peoples of the planet. But there's more. Maybe he's been able to find a way that he doesn't need them. But maybe he's been able to find a way that they might need him. Survival can be very complicated.
Arcudi has been fusing several different things together with this particular narrative. There is a raw survival element that feels very much like Jack London. There is a stranger on a foreign planet thing that feels very much like Edgar Rice Burroughs. There are deeper concerns that feel very much like, the history of European peoples on the north American continent. It's quite a lot of different things that are coming into play with respect to the way it all comes together on the page. However, it's very difficult to understand how this particular narrative is going to continue to echo into the future.
Finley’s visuals have a soulful emotion about them. They have a deep residence in and within the psyche of the story. Heisler’s colors continue to seep across the page with their lightly pastel feel. as it kind of a gentleness to the brutality of what is being committed to the page that feels very vivid and strike on quite a few different levels. Things continue to circulate around the edges of the narrative as it all crossed to a close. It might not feel fine, but it certainly feels, remarkably expressive in its own way.
There's a dreaminess to it that feels like it could fade in time. The memory of this particular story rest somewhere on the edge of a whole bunch of other stuff that came before it. It seems to be a fusion a lot of different stories that I've been told before and it's enjoyable. But it seems to be a strange dream that is only, resting in the shadow of so much else. Never quite reaches its own kind of reality in a wave that would feel profound. And so in the end, it feels very light and substantial while still managing to rest somewhere in the heart of the most profound dream.
