It’s hard to be a fan of Garth Ennis. You want to recommend his work to people, but you run the risk of offending them. Ennis is best known for Preacher, an acclaimed ’90s series about an East Texas minister searching — literally — for God. The comic is as profane as it is profound. For every heartfelt dialogue on the true meaning of friendship, there’s a close-up on a castrated man’s crotch as he sits on a toilet, or something equally shocking.
Ennis’ latest series is Jennifer Blood, the third issue of which went on sale yesterday. The title character is a stay-at-home mom by day and a vigilante by night. As the husband of a stay-at-home mom, I’m aware of what a ridiculous concept this is. But so is Ennis. He heightens the absurdity by framing the story through Jennifer’s diary entries. For example: “I just don’t trust little bullets — 5.56 is nice and light, and you can carry lots and lots of it, but you just can’t smash the life out of people the way you can with 7.62.”