Secret Identity by Alex Segura
Segura has written comics and crime novels, and in this story he does the Noir thing around the comics biz, circa 1975. Write what you know, write what you love.
The titular secret identity points to the hidden and suppressed contributions of women and gay comic artists and fans. Carmen Valdez loves comics, wants to write comic, and is thrilled to get to work in the biz. But there are few women in the game, and no chance that she will get to write comics as she has dreamed. Still—she dreams.
In the chaos of crumbling NYC circa 1975, things get very Noir. Events conspire so that Carmen contributes to a new comic series, featuring a female character not unlike herself. It is brilliant work, but, naturally, her name is removed. It’s like she has a ‘secret identity’, except there isn’t really a sexy upside to erasure in real life. No one knows. That’s hard.
Then her cheating collaborator is killed, and other bad stuff happens. Really bad stuff.
Carmen is suspected of murder, and then risks her own life trying to figure out what’s going on. People get hurt. It’s bad.
Worst of all for her, the series is assigned to talentless hacks, who put out awful dreck.
Along the way, Carmen keeps meeting attractive women who seem attracted to her. She’s gay, but not very confident of what that should mean. It is a bit hard to watch her fumbling along, possibly missing opportunities for love (and adventure).
And, by the way, Carmen’s ex girlfriend is up from Miami, and shee appears to be even crazier than ever. What does she want, and just how far will she go?
NYC in 1975 was pretty damn Noir in real life, and Segura gives a loving depiction of the bad and the good. Being from Miami, For example, Carmen simply sneers at what New Yorkers consider to be “big” cockroaches. : – ) On the positive side, Segura takes special joy in Carmen happening upon ‘unknown’ music acts, including the Ramones and Patti Smith.
Myself, I’m not a Segura-level fan of comics though I have plenty of friends who are. For that matter, I’m not in love with NYC, in 1975 or any time. Even so, I enjoyed this story quite a bit.
I guess it’s a case of, “relax…it’s just comics, it’s just Noir”. Go with it.
- Alex Segura, Secret Identity, New York, Flatiron, 2022.
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