This is an editorial/review of The Unofficial Guide to the Art of Jack T. Chick for Discover Mid America:

Deconstructing Chick

Here’s what I remember most about growing up: dread. Outside the classroom windows, the wind was always blowing either snow or dust. Once you and your inscrutable math homework made it home past the bully’s house, there was Walter Cronkite reading the bad news just before another supper of hamburger, steamed potatoes and the canned vegetable closest to the edge of the shelf. And hanging over all of this was the prospect of Eternal Damnation.

Yes, by golly, those were the days.

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