REVIEW: Human Nature: Book 1
Human Nature: Book 1
By Darren Aronofsky, Ari Handel, and Jeff Welch
208 pages/Abrams ComicArts/$29.99

When an inventive filmmaker like Darren Aronofsky produces a graphic novel, it warrants attention. His work on Black Swan, The Wrestler, and Requiem for a Dream, among other movies, shows an inventive director but also an inquisitive storyteller, examining different aspects of the human condition. Here, without budgetary limitations, he tackles the biggest issue of them all: life after death.
Here, he partners with his frequent screenwriting collaborator Ari Handel, along with screenwriter Jeff Welch (Bet Your Life), who first conceived the idea in 2011, although none of them could craft a script that secured studio funding. (George Clooney was considered for Duke, which would have been an interesting approach.) This is a first for them all, which may be why the story takes so long to ramp up.
We are introduced to Duke, a self-made success who leverages his poultry business to become one of the world’s richest men. He seeks a way to cheat death, taking the Walt Disney route of cryogenics, hoping that the brain tumor slowly killing him can be cured at some future date. He finds such a company but decides it costs too much, so he buys it out and grows it into profitability through scale by offering to freeze the near-dead for a mere $99.99.
Duke is not a pleasant person, letting the bottom line dictate his choices, refusing to acknowledge people’s frailties. The only glimmer of kindness emerges when he discovers the existence of Pembroke, an adult daughter he never knew. He’s frozen before he can search, thanks to the unscrupulous actions of his number two.
His search for her drives some of the story. When he awakes, Duke discovers an unrecognizable world, one where aliens have invaded and remain unknown, their motivations and actions unexplained. We see him slowly learning to please his captors by singing whatever songs he can recall, and trying to engage with his neighboring captives.
We learn all of this as an elderly Duke tells a group of initiates his story sitting around a campfire. Most of the book is then an extended flashback.
It’s billed as a satire, and it’s a very subtle satire, more about the human failings and corporate greed – so far. We’ll have to wait and see. It’s also billed as Book 1 of a trilogy and utterly fails the reader by ending on a cliffhanger. For $30, I would think the reader deserves enough story to feel satisfied, welcome to return for the next installment. Here, we are forced to buy Book 2 to continue the story.
Martin Morazzo is best known for Ice Cream Man, a title I am unfamiliar with, but I really enjoyed his work on 2018’s She Could Fly. But his art is richly textured, and the writers give him plenty of space for vast vistas or thousands of chicks. He doesn’t skimp on detail and invites us to immerse ourselves in this new reality. He is ably supported by the subtle colors from Chris O’Halloran and Aditya Bidkar’s lettering.
Overall, it’s a breezy read with plenty to look at and enjoy. As for giving us much to consider, well, that will just have to wait.











