With an Insight or Two Regarding Evil, Thrown in for Good Measure
Just a few notes, recently dropped around here, cleaning up characterizations, as they now appear to stand, regarding some of the characters who traverse this saga’s sprawling plot.
The following descriptions are neither exhaustive, nor conclusive. Nor, for that matter, are they particularly helpful, particularly if the purpose were to provide insight into The Commix, what the hell is going on in them, or what the point of their existence is – at all.
But here’s what we have:
Steve Kowalski’s a dork! A casual observer motivated by sexual frustration in a world of perversions he understands like an underaged, oversexed visitor to a peep show. But all his thoughts, and thus language, are filtered through his Polish-American, Roman Catholic, blue-collar background. He sits in the Plot like a schoolboy in a park of perverts.
Welsh Losser, Andrew Plum (among other names given this character), the Ferret, and especially Josh Davies, are sick – the kind of sickness that is terminal, contagious, and numb to any cures.
Kowalski: For some unknown reason, he can stand coughing-distance from The Half Guinea and not die, but that’s it. He’s neither a hero, nor antihero, but a member of the audience who’s wandered onto the stage, temporarily blinded by the light, and frozen in a timeless plot as a result. The frame with him and the Guinea captures him perfectly.
Evil exists, and it is sometimes unbearable to behold, much less acknowledge.
The Guinea is one such example, glossed over with a layer of sickening, sweet grease.
Losser is an evil pig; the Ferret, the proverbial rat, Davies, the Devil himself, and Plum sold his soul for fame but got taken.
BretBoner (also, other first names) is king for the day on the Winter Solstice. Rico Soiree, the corpse of some bygone dandy.
Kate Mustard, a slut who served in an Italian army barracks; and Sweaty Tank Top, a sheep who stuck his snout through the wrong fence.
Folly, self-absorption, wanton self-delusion, perversion for its own sake, all wrapped up in a bundle of dirty, ragged lies.
The violence is just a symptom, a seizure of the sick.
August 13, 2025