
Coming of age stories are fiction, but so is the concept of growing up. The fact is, we all get older, but the rest is entirely make-believe. Some people change as they get older, but rarely does the equation of change = progress works, as most people can’t even define what’s really progress in that regard. And still we get all these books, and in the case of Koko Be Good, comics, that try to show us what it means to grow up. And to be honest, if you’ve left that phase behind, the edge between childhood and adulthood, reading that kind of story only fills myself with cynical musings.
I love the art, and overall if you’re going through a similar identity-fact-finding mission that coming-of-age stories imply, it probably will resonate with you. The art is beautiful, the characters, though far too mopey or exuberant for my taste, do capture some of the existential angst of that phase. But in the end it’s the old same story about people trying to find their place in the world and the only remedy is to construct a self that is more meaningful, more responsible, more adult, more good. There’s inevitable some loss of innocence involved, the lesson that reality is not a Disney fairy tale and shit got real. That wanting to be good and actually being good are two entirely different things. And that sometimes the road toward the second starts with very tiny steps.
But the story implies that the end-goal of goodness is reachable, looming on the far horizon of adulthood. Basically, all the readers get is one more layer of bullshit to bury their self under. Koko Be Good tells a story we think we’ve all been going through at some point in our lives, but which is merely a formula around which we structure some of our own narrative. It’s one of the oldest stories in the world, as conservative as they get. Whether you end up being a bum or CEO or politician, all think they lived that story, made that transformation from unformed pupa to upstanding member of society. But if you wonder if there are alternatives, just ask someone who grew up to be a con man. A con man who is honest enough to admit that being good is just another con on the gullible. But those are rare, as the first lesson of any con is to believe your own lie.