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Rendered as doughy blobs with eyes and mouths, Bill and Monica become sympathetic characters, not images haunting the tabloids and TV newsmagazines. Here, Monica lets herself be seduced by Bill's power, charm, and intermittent offerings of intense attention, while Bill anxiously tries to wall off his impish desire from the demands of political decorum and marital responsibility. (Hillary, of course, is conspicuously absent: This particular fiction doesn't seem to have any use for her.) Still, the comic can't be read as entirely apolitical; it's only a matter of time before some Republican reprints the image of Bill running a cigar between Monica's legs, her, ahem, humidor modestly covered with the Presidential Seal. Or the panel of Bill ejaculating as Monica inhales to the Chief, his tongue lolling out, one eye squinted--below a caption that screams, "Oh my fucking Christ." And in what may be the only political good to come out of the entire affair, a portion of the comic's proceeds will go to the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund, which defends those in the industry who have come under legal fire for selling comics with themes more adult than Donald Duck.
Nonetheless, Monica's Story is a welcome treatment of the biggest political distraction of the decade, transforming it fully from a sad debacle that our grandchildren will one day tease us about to a private, muddled episode of desire constricted by the requirements of politics and position.
Where the media narrative of the Affaire Lewinsky might have seemed hyperreal, The Extended Dream of Mr. D. (Drawn & Quarterly), a three-part comic by Spanish artist Max is more interior and fractured. The book follows Christopher D. through an unending dream filled with lush images of Siberian tigers and catastrophic train wrecks. Christopher can't remember his past, even though he's being pursued by Scallywax, a Cossack-like figure with boundless power and worldly charm, who has vowed revenge for something Christopher did to him 25 years ago. (Even Linda Tripp could learn a lesson about grudges from this guy.)
The dizzying story contains vague hints of guilt and anxiety that Christopher has carried over from the world of the waking. Witness the powerlessness he feels when confronted with Scallywax's machinations, or one mind-boggling episode in which Christopher loses his head (literally) to one woman, is devoured by another woman and then reborn as a woman himself, and then has sex with the male version of himself. At times, Christopher and his occasional companions seem like passive observers in an unmoored universe--though the unease they feel is lightened a bit by Max's vivid imagery, which renders the story a kind of psychodramatic thrill ride. At other times, though, it seems as if the comic is heading toward a climax of fears realized, confronted, and conquered. A note in the beginning makes it obvious that Christopher does eventually awaken: Whether he'll see his waking history more clearly for having been covered by its fantastic and frightful umbra is not yet known.