MARILYN MANOR (2019)

"Where were you in '81? When the White House goes dark for 17 days in August, the president's spoiled daughter and her best friend Abe-who claims to be possessed by the spirit of Abe Lincoln-throw a rager at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, unearthing long dead historical figures and government secrets that are better off buried. Sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll séances, and secret passageways lead to time-bending mystical romps where past and present collide. But at what cost to Marilyn Kelleher, the world at large, and music television? Uniting the red-hot Eisner-nominated talents of writer Magdalene Visaggio (Eternity Girl, Kim and Kim) and artist Marley Zarcone (Shade, the Changing Girl, Effigy) for the first time, MARILYN MANOR explores identity, classism, appropriation, and friendship. It's a rollicking, neon party gone out of bounds when we need it most-set just in time for the greatest pop cultural marriage to date: MTV. 'We've been trying to capture the feel, the excitement, the energy of the rise of the New Romantics, of the decade that embraced excess and excitement in hugely over-the-top ways, and filled it with chaos and insanity. This is the weirdest thing I've ever written in the best way possible, like an apocalypse directed by John Hughes.'"

"What do you do when the lead singer of a world-famous punk rock band keels over from an overdose in the middle of a White House rager? Simple. Call in the ghost of Abraham Lincoln. Also: Marilyn gets eaten by the Fame Monster."

"'Live Forever'! It's a long, strange trip through the American Myth as Marilyn and Abe try to bring back the dead! If you are at all confused by that description, please bear in mind that you are correct to be so."

"In a manner of speaking, she was to the manor bored. So First Brat Marilyn Kelleher decided to throw an innocent little gathering of a thousand close friends and celebrities and trash the White House while President Dad was away on a trade mission. Throw in some cracked vinyl, a Ouija board, and a few dead Presidents, and the ultimate rager folds in on itself. The question remains -will Marilyn save the day or just save herself-with a little help from her own 'Personal Jesus' in the final issue of the weirdest post-punk White House party of the 20th century."