The Spirit (June 1, 1941) “Killer McNobby”

And, now, Killer McNobby takes the crown for most formal flexing Spirit strip. They do the narration entirely in rhyme, with accompanying illustration. It’s almost like Eisner and studio realized if they didn’t do something different with it, Killer would be maybe the fifth “Spirit vs. Titular (asterisk) Criminal” strip. Maybe tenth. It’s kind of a default by now, enough so they’ve been deconstructing the tropes recently.

Killer is a bad dude who starts small and gets bolder and more successful. His modus operandi is killing his victims so there aren’t any witnesses to his robberies. There’s a simplicity to the man, and Central City knows to fear him. But Spirit’s not scared, so they get into a fist fight from afternoon to the next morning in a lot in the slums. Gangsters either do or do not show up, the underworld definitely comes out, but the rhyme—there’s eventually a chorus, it’s a song, it’s an urban folk fight song for Spirit; it’s a big ol’ swing. But before I get too distracted by how well-executed Killer gets, I’ll note the incongruities in the lyrics.

The lyrics are impressive in terms of humor and rhyming; in terms of relaying the narrative as it plays out in the accompanying illustrations… they get a C. It happens a lot during the fight sequence, which is unfortunate because it’s a glorious fight sequence after the build-up. Once it’s clear we’re headed into fisticuffs, the rhymes either do or don’t make sense with the illustrations; they quickly become confusing. More confusing is the lyrics not making sense between the rhymes; they lose internal consistency for a while and just roll with it, presumably because they knew once you saw the fight page, you were reading as fast as you could to get to that one. Killer must have looked great on the newspaper page.

There’s not much story. Spirit just goes after dude when enough is enough. They get into the fight, they both have highs and lows, and then there’s the finish. And Eisner and studio change up the lyric structure again to get to a rhyme, saying whatever they have to say to get there. It’s ambitious, it’s successful, it’s just not particularly tenacious. They do an awesome, delightful strip. When re-reading the lyrics to try to understand how the underworld can all be in attendance without any gangsters, the art starts to feel distracting. And the way Eisner works the art to ignore traditional comic strip narrative—it’s far more expressive, both for humor and exposition. It just doesn’t always fit with the lyrics, except typographically, of course. There’s a not zero chance much of the song was written to fit the spaces between the visuals. Killer’s a gorgeously illustrated strip; they worked hard on this one, and they deliver.

Spirit’s been making lots of big swings lately, both in narrative and style; Killer McNobby’s the champ.

For now, anyhow.