Saga #20 and #21 continue to present a captivating story
There isn’t much to not like about Saga at this point. It’s not like your typical comic book in many ways. While the artwork is outstandingly beautiful, the story is completely engrossing.
Science Fiction elements pushed aside, reading Saga is like reading a modern age story. It’s just that this modern age doesn’t has a giant walrus type beast as a pet dog that your baby rides on for fun. Yes, some of the characters are…out there. But, this story has such a, hell, I don’t know how to put it. In a way, it feels like this is something that could almost be like your life. These past two issues are dealing with a stay at home dad and the wife working, while they are trying to stay under the radar from two main factions that want their family dead. As was hinted in issue #19 eventually there will be a divorce of sorts. Alana is doing well on the Open Circuit a kind of space soap opera channel that everyone in the galaxy tunes into. Thing is, she’s starting to dabble in drugs, and as you know, that typically doesn’t end well.
Prince Robot IV is still dealing with memory issues, hanging out on Sextillion, forgetting he even has a wife and child (which was just born without his recollection). Then there is the robot janitor/super assassin and whatever his big plan is going to be. There is just enough weirdness that has you slightly confused, but all it does is draw you in closer, invests you into the story deeper.
Brian Vaughan is a masterful storyteller, what he’s doing with Saga feel like essentially telling a story that could be anybody you know in life. It’s just that this story is in a galaxy with an assortment of different alien races, and a babysitter that is also a ghost missing the bottom half of her body. Oh and then live in a giant Tree/Spaceship. You know, like that guy living down your street. If you’re not reading Saga, you’re seriously missing out on not just the story, but the artwork by Fiona Staples that is making me not re-read issues, but just flipping through and looking at the panels.