Chick’s tracts had a disturbing power to make you see the world through his eyes, a squirrelly and sweaty vantage point where everything is a demonic conspiracy to rob you of your soul. Chick started off as a garden variety magazine cartoonist in the Virgil Partch mold, but stretched that genial idiom to encompass nightmarish Boschian imagery.
Monday, October 31, 2016
RIP, Jack T. Chick
At the 2015 SWPACA meeting in Albuquerque, I met a fellow who was writing his Religious Studies Ph.D. dissertation on Jack T. Chick. Some people have all the luck!:
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