Wednesday, November 11, 2009

"Bubbleweight Champ"

You have heard it said that Barks became dispirited in the sixties, but I say unto you, nay, he did some very good stories at that time.

However, then you present "Bubbleweight Champ" as a counterargument, and I am forced to concede defeat. Alas! I slink away in humiliated silence. I think Barks' ten-pagers at the time suffered rather more than his longer Scrooge adventures. A LOT of his shorts at the time are quite sour, but of all those that I've read, none tops "Bubbleweight Champ" in this regard--it reads like something written by a very, very depressed man.

So as we open, the Duckburg Junior Woodchucks are competing with the Goosetown Junior Woodchucks in some sort of physical fitness competition, and at the end, they find themselves deadlocked. You'd think someone would have had the foresight to not include an even number of events. In any case, it is decided that the troops' respective instructors will have to fight to break the tie, and the Duckburg coach is out sick and you can see where THIS is going. A pretty standard premise, you'd think--HDL have to get Donald into shape to take on a superior opponent. Simple fun, right? Well, uh...



Whee! It's Carl Barks' L'Assommoir! If you've ever wanted to see what Donald would be like as an alcoholic, then what the hell am I saying? No one has EVER wanted to see that. But brother, you will get it here--start to finish. I'm actually sort of surprised the censors let such not-so-subtext get through--and in this case, I would actually kinda have been on the censors' side, because this is just...awful. Throughout the entire story, Donald is never, ever portrayed as anything other than a complete, barely-functional lush.



"Years on a soda fountain stool." So we're implying, even, that he's always been like this. Why, Carl, why?

Barks' second wife was an alcoholic, you know--a violent alcoholic, apparently, who would try to destroy his work. I don't know if that informs this or not, but it certainly could at least partially account for the grimness of tone.

So who does Donald have to compete against?



"Boldan True" is this fellow's name, and if you imagined that, perhaps, he would present some sort of positive contrast to Donald's drunkenness…well, as you can see, not so much: he may be tough, but he's also unpleasantly full of himself and his vaguely suspicious, hyper-organic lifestyle.

Well, you can maybe even guess what happens:



Yup, the Gurgleurp and Yaks' milk got mixed up. No glory; no nothing. A totally empty prize. Donald goes back to drinking, delusionally full of himself, and the kids just feel hollow.



Christ, Carl, were you trying to drive kids to drink, or what? Maybe retirement wasn't such a bad idea.

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5 Comments:

Blogger Erik said...

WOW. I've never read this story before...what a bizarre comic!

December 4, 2009 at 4:55 PM  
Anonymous Michiel P said...

I quite enjoyed this story as a kid. The veiled alcohol abuse might seem depressing to adults, but for kids it's just a silly story. :) Doesn't "Wild Yaks' Milk" sound positively disgusting? Yuk!

Just dropping by to say I enjoy reading your blog. You did some pretty astute observations, especially about Gladstone and Flintheart.

December 22, 2009 at 9:40 AM  
Blogger GeoX, who is here to stay, like it or not. said...

Thank you! I appreciate that. And you're right; it certainly WOULD go over your head if you were younger. I never read this one as a kid, and it would be interesting to know how that would have changed my current reaction.

Anyway, more coming...approximately right now.

December 25, 2009 at 12:01 AM  
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August 31, 2020 at 3:00 PM  
Blogger Ayrton Mugnaini Jr. said...

I read this story as a kid and found it a funny warning against excessive consumption of soft drinks. Re-reading it now I find it's more: a funny warning against the excess of purity too, as just one cup of a soft drink is enough to cause that much damage to the yakmilkman...

August 31, 2020 at 3:02 PM  

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