In this jaded mass media age it's hard to be a viable magician with a modest repertoire of card tricks and pigeons pulled from top hats when David Copperfield or David Blaine can make the Eiffel Tower disappear. Likewise, it's hard to make ends meet as an old-fashioned con-man in an era of anonymous electronic hacking, where the perpetrator need not lay a hand at all on the cash or practice the art of dazzling a real-person victim with diversion.
That's the sad plight of the down-and-out adult male protagonists in the graphic novel, Jar of Fools--failed men and practitioners of the deceptive arts who are merely in microcosm perpetrators of the everyday cons that run the market-driven social order. The story revolves around Ernie Weiss, a washed-up magician who's too young to be washed up; addicted to drink, estranged from his girlfriend, Esther, and depressed into debilitation by the mysterious death of his magician brother, Howard, who was driven to a suicidal Houdini-like escape trick, which may have had something to do with Esther.
Ernie's ancient mentor, the curmudgeonly vaudevillian Al Flosso is not destitute, but would rather be so than stuck in an old-folks home. No amount of Alzheimer's can keep his spry ass cooped up there, and the things he has not forgotten are his magic skills and escape artistry. On the lam from the home, again, he winds up with Ernie in his apartment, about to be lost due to unpaid rent.
This male triumvirate is completed by Nathan Lender, a flim-flam man living out of a beat-up car with his young daughter Claire. Lender is a sort of mirror image of Ernie, both are haunted by their pasts, by spectres of women they've hurt, both suffering from guilt. Ernie comes to admire, in an offhanded way, the forgetfulness of old Al. If only, he asks himself, Al had taught him not only his bag of tricks, but how to forget things as well.
Esther, too, seems to be living an inauthetic life, putting up with the drudgery of a greasy spoon counter job, the leers of horny customers and the burden of a new loveless relationship. She would like to forget, but, like Ernie, she can't.
Of course, it's not merely the lack of opportunity in their avocations that keep these characters down, it's the stubbornness of their inner demons.
There are lots of things going on in this short and swift graphic novel: memory, nostalgia, disaffection--both personal and of the general alienation variety--and the need for magic in life, not just for the sake of brute survival but to lend hope. That hope is embodied in young Claire, who her father wants to save from a life of crime by having Ernie teach her the practical rudiments of magic. Her salvation seems a longshot, but, in spite of everything she seems well-adjusted, curious and above all, unjaded.
There are several motifs that play through the book, rendered against a crudely effective illustrative depiction of the city, with its unkempt apartments and rotting highway underpasses: electrical transformers and the web of wires radiating from them, birds, rain, and the rain reflected on the faces of sadness. Esther seems a melting phantom in Ernie's vivid alcoholic dreams; and when we see Esther despairing through the rain-soaked glass in her apartment, she seems to be literally melting.
Forgetfulness, memories, dreams, visions and obsessions are played out and developed beautifully in the book. Old Al thinks he sees his dead compadres from vaudeville, and in his confusions mistakes Ernie for his best old magician pal, Eddie.
Jar of Fools has a cast of characters who could have come from Burroughs or Bukowski or Selby; noble urban survivors surrounded by suicide who nonetheless choose the burden of life, in which old vaudevillians and film-flammers are like old cowboys still roaming the range past their prime; rustic characters out of their age, people who know the score but who cling to the last naive belief in the power of magic.
I really enjoyed this book despite the fact that author Lutes ends it in a very cliched cinematic way, with a redemption arc that's more than a little mawkish. Nonetheless, I loved these characters, especially old Al and young Claire, bookends representing a kind of continuity. I found Claire's desire to learn why adults act as they do--as though learning that would be as easy as mastering a magic trick--to be poignant. A wonderful story.