Dykes to Watch Out For, the long-running lesbian comic strip that launched Alison Bechdel’s career, is full of kitchen-table drama and dry humor, but its title is also more literal than those elements might suggest. Watch out, strip after strip said: Here comes Mo, the main character and author-avatar, spinning her way onto the page like a flustered Tasmanian devil of ’90s-lefty anxiety. Look out for Mo, going hoarse over the rise of Pat Buchanan or chiding her circle for not thinking enough about genocide in Bosnia. There’s Mo, nose in a newspaper, ignoring her friends’ new baby to stress about the latest mainstream co-optation of radical activism.
This might sound like a drag, but it’s actually one of the funniest running bits in Bechdel’s work. For decades, the author has allowed herself—or her stand-in self—to be loudly annoying, and often wrong, on the page. When Mo’s a bummer, her friends snap back at her; when she talks or worries her way out of an opportunity to get laid, they poke fun at her. Mo is frequently uptight about other people’s choices (to take Prozac, for instance, or to transition), but her diatribes usually end with her being dressed down or hurting someone she cares about. I’ve always been charmed by how much Bechdel is willing to let Mo be both her double and the butt of her joke. In her new book, Spent, Bechdel blurs the writer-character line even further, Hanna Rosin writes this week, and the result is even more gratifying.
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Spent is not a memoir, but neither is it wholly fictional. Instead, it’s a graphic novel about a character named Alison Bechdel, who looks just like Alison Bechdel, the book’s author—and also an older Mo. Novel-Alison, like real Alison, lives in Vermont with her partner, Holly, and has made a lot of unexpected money off a television adaptation of her memoir. (Bechdel’s memoir Fun Home was adapted into a Tony Award–winning musical.) Alison and Holly’s closest friends in Vermont are old standbys from DTWOF: Sparrow, Stuart, and their child, J.R.; Ginger; and Lois, who all live in a group house. They’re busy with their own various crises and hookups, while Alison finds that more money means more problems. “There’s no avoiding it. She is complicit to the craw with the capitalist crisis,” a box of omniscient narration says in one panel. Alison, sitting at her desk doing her taxes, says aloud: “Someone should write a book about this.”
Spent is that book. Bechdel the author is “astute enough to know that famous people lamenting the burdens of fame are insufferable,” Rosin writes. So here, “she’s created an Alison whose dilemma parodies contemporary celebrity culture, while also parodying herself, the author.” And, thank goodness, it’s still funny. Alison keeps putting her foot in her mouth on social issues, especially in front of the radical recent college dropout J.R. and their companion, Badger. The young adults—furious with the world for going about business as usual during a 21st-century “polycrisis” (the name of a podcast they host)—resemble in many ways a younger Mo. Meanwhile, Alison wonders where her fighting spirit has gone, growing concerned that luxury and age have dulled her into complacency.
When Sparrow suggests that the kids cool it, Bechdel isn’t mocking their idealism. And she’s not suggesting that Alison’s become a coldhearted reactionary—just that she has more to manage, and perhaps more to lose, than she did years before. After all, in DTWOF, Mo’s all-consuming neuroticism prevented her from living a fulfilling life, driving away friends and lovers. As in previous books, Bechdel seems to hint that a middle path is the only way forward: Giving in to mega-corporations and nihilistically welcoming climate apocalypse, she suggests, is an abdication of our responsibilities to one another. But her characters have to learn, again and again, that sticking to your principles doesn’t have to mean ruining every meal shared with your loved ones.
