Review: Conan the Barbarian #42 – “Night of the Gargoyle!”
Conan the Barbarian #42 is a one-off story based on Robert E. Howard’s classic tale “The Purple Heart of Erlik.” |
EDITOR’S NOTE: Welcome to Countdown to Conan, a series ringing in the return of Robert E. Howard’s popular Cimmerian to Marvel Comics. We’ll be reviewing issues of Marvel’s original Conan the Barbarian series weekly until Marvel releases their first new Conan comic books in 2019. This review is written by Wally Monk.)
This issue is one of the comics in our Countdown to Conan that I’ve been looking forward to reviewing. It’s one of those one-off stories that reflect the high quality, pick-up-and-read tales for which Marvel’s Conan the Barbarian is known.
Written by Roy Thomas and “freely adapted” from Robert E. Howard’s “The Purple Heart of Erlik,” this tale is a great starting point for new readers, and I think old readers will appreciate it, too. The original Howard story was published in the November 1936 issue of Spicy-Adventure Stories, an adult-themed periodical with edgy stories to match. In this particular magazine, Howard wrote under the pen name “Sam Walser.”
Howard wrote “The Purple Heart of Erlik” under the pen name “Sam Walser.” |
Like many of Roy Thomas’ adaptations, “The Purple Heart of Erlik” was never a Conan tale. In its original incarnation, Howard’s story featured an American woman who was attempting to steal an extremely valuable, rare gem from a Chinese art dealer in Shanghai. In this comic book, a woman is trying to steal the dragon head of Koblar-Zann from a Khitan antiquities merchant. In the original story, the lady is backed up by a sailor; here, the woman has Conan to save the day. A full review of Howard’s original story is available in a well-written blog by Doc Hermes here.
Another interesting note for Conan the Barbarian comics fans – and to provide the answer to the post on the Paint Monk’s Library Facebook page – this issue is the first time the title splash page begins regularly featuring the famous excerpt from the Nemedian Chronicles. It will continue being featured on the splash pages of the comic from this point forward, with only a few exceptions.
“Know, O Prince, that between the years when the oceans drank Atlantis and the gleaming cities, and the rise of the sons of Aryas, there was an age undreamed of, when shining kingdoms lay spread across the world like blue mantles beneath the stars…Hither came Conan, the Cimmerian, black-haired, sullen-eyed, sword in hand, a thief, a reaver, a slayer, with gigantic melancholies and gigantic mirth, to tread the jeweled thrones of the earth under his sandaled feet.” – The Nemedian Chronicles
Arlinna leaves the building through a back alley, and is quickly accosted by a group of three (rather laughable) thieves – Armand the dwarf, Womar of the single eye, and Brutos of the weak mind. It doesn’t take long for Conan to jump into the fray, escorting Arlinna (who tells Conan her name is Merriam) out of harm’s way. A funny sequence takes place where the dwarf bites Conan on the calf – and Conan responds by hanging the tiny thief up on a nearby wall as he walks away.
Thinking he’s helping the woman – and that he’s made a new “friend” – Conan engages in a brawl for a small sack of gold. Winning the combat easily, the Cimmerian spends the day with “Merriam” drinking and carousing. Then Conan puts on his proverbial, womanizing moves. “Bones of Bel!” Conan exclaims. “Look where we’ve wandered to, girl – my room is right up those stairs!” Conan’s “A-game” (not an endorsement, just an observation of behavior) is as smooth as sandpaper. As Conan prepares to bed down for the night with his latest ladyfriend in tow, Arlinna breaks a flagon of drink on the barbarian’s head. She’s got a mission to accomplish with a waiting merchant, but she mutters “hope I didn’t hurt you…at least not too much…” as she departs.
Arlinna meets with the merchant, Lun-Faar, and he has been expecting her. He examines the amulet around her neck and shows her around the shop. Arlinna is terrified as she spots a massive stone gargoyle in the room – but Lun-Faar explains that it is merely stone and cannot harm her. She also appears nervous as she spies small figurines, shaped like people frozen in terror, in the room. He responds that they are simply trinkets he should have disposed of long ago.
Lun-Faar tells her the tale of Tavashtri, the gargoyle. It is said that it was turned to stone by ancient magic and can only be summoned to life by an incredible will, and only when the moon is full – “like tonight,” Arlinna says.
Soon, the woman spots the dragon head for which she has been sent, and asks to look around the room. The merchant agrees, and she grabs the dragon’s head and tries to make her getaway, only to find bars over the window from which she hopes to escape. Lun-Faar is not as foolish as he appears, and he’s known from the beginning of Arlinna’s scheme. Now, the merchant says, she must pay – and the man who is behind her scheme will pay more dearly.
As Arlinna is imprisoned, Lun-Faar approaches the gargoyle, releasing it from its stone sleep as it flies off into the night, in search of Baron Takkim.
As stated above, Buscema draws the gargoyle well, and this issue has some examples of Buscema’s ability to portray a fight scene in nicely transitioned panels. There are some inconsistencies in Thomas’ writing, such as Conan referring to “hell” numerous times, but I’m willing to suspend disbelief and enjoy the issue the way it is written.