E.G.O.s Volume 1: Quintessence, by Stuart Moore and Gus Storms, out today.
Deuce was once the toast of the galaxy, the teenage leader of E.G.O.s (Earth/Galactic Operatives), a team that defended humanity from evil forces. Now, he’s an aging egomaniac trying desperately to hold on to his former glory, while his wife Pixel, the image-obsessed daughter of a super-villainess, barely tolerates him.
When the E.G.O.s’ deadliest villain, the world-absorbing entity known as Masse, returns, Deuce’s goal of relaunching the E.G.O.s is no longer just a matter of pride: The future of the galaxy depends on it.
Collects Egos #1-4, plus the Twitter-exclusive issue #0.
I mostly miss the cool comics that get collected into trade paperbacks. The only store I can be sure to visit on a weekly basis is the one with milk and eggs and bread. Such is life. So I suppose I’m the target market for trade paperback collections, the new reader that’s heard great things from those more in the know, capable of being pulled in by a blurb from Warren Ellis.
E.G.O.s is a new take on an old saw, getting the band back together. It’s an old saw I truly love when played well, with enthusiasm and verve. Here it’s played with passion and remixed with syncopated desperation.
The title is, of course, both an acronym and a description. Every member of the original team, which disintegrated after defeating an incomprehensible enemy, is hopelessly caught up in his or her own internal drama. What Deuce does to reconstitute E.G.O.s is gonzo storytelling at its finest.
That it’s also intimately intertwined with and implicated within his marriage is a testament to the core conceit. The new E.G.O.s are kind of the red sports car for the aging interplanetary superhero. The kind of thing that looks like a great idea because it’s bound to get him into trouble. When faced with a real threat, he crashes right into it.
Gus Storms presents a unified vision of the far future while occasionally riffing on images that subtly suggest everything from John Cassaday’s Planetary to Rob Liefeld’s X-Force while Stuart Moore crams as much science fantasy into each page as he possibly can. The work is ambitious and personal and, frankly, a little weird. The story occasionally comes up for breath with an unlikely, seemingly impossible, narrator. Laid back and receptive as well as invested and interactive, the quirky interpolation tends to reliably mirror reader reaction.
I’d probably recommend this one for the title of the fourth chapter alone: “Ekpyrotica.”