Until the End of the World, the second trade paperback in the Preacher series, gathers together issues 8-17 of the comic about the Texas padre with the Word of God in his skull, a failed-assassin girlfriend and an Irish vampire best mate. It’s also the trade wherein shit gets weird.
There’s a couple of stories here – an origin story, more or less, coupled with a conspiracy story – and God features heavily in ’em all.
First, we have the story of Jesse’s birth, the inion of a women fleeing a cultish family and a returned Marine. We’re shown the cruel power of Custer’s grandmother – and her heavenly backing – as enforce by a pair of backwoods scumfucks, Jody and TC. That trio – the witch like, Cotillion Havisham and her violent and chicken-fucking right-hand men – are the pride of Angelville, a religious prison with burning-cross lawn ornaments.
(Let’s just say this run will tell you about some pretty terrible parenting practises, and introduce the idea of John Wayne as a ghost partner.)
Second, we’ve got the story of a bunch of religious whack jobs, run as a paramilitary organisation, keeping from the world the secret of Christ’s death and extant bloodline. Within this conspiratorial organisation is another conspiracy – one of turning the Grail to a certain Teutonic baldie’s own ends – which sees us visit some Sex Investigators and a libidinous party run by a Peter Murphy stand-in named Jesus deSade.
You can see where this is going. Bikes parked in arses, guest spots in Burroughs novels, Sisyphean punishments and a whole lot of arse-kicking. If you liked the first trade, this one’s like laced catnip, provided you can overlook some of the big-dick shit-talking inside.