Gay’s favorite change, she says, was Oliver’s decision to say precisely what Hiram and his coworkers were mining. The graphic novel alters a number of other elements. Injustice and hardship grind on, but so does love.Ī page from The Sacrifice of Darkness with art by Rebecca Kirby. The first provides rest and relief from the grinding toil of the mines, and the second is a light in the darkness after the sun goes out. Science-fiction elements dominate the beginning and end of the comic, but in the middle, the story cuts back and forth between the courtship of Hiram and Mara and the courtship of Joshua and Claire. “Everything I write in one way or another is a love story,” Gay says, and the graphic novel fleshes out that aspect of her work. “And the part that she really didn’t cover in the story was what happened in the before with Hiram and his wife Mara: How did they meet, what was their life like before he had to take his air machine into the sun?” “It was obviously Roxane’s beautiful short story, but they really wanted to expand it a little bit,” Oliver says. And sure enough, Rebecca Kirby’s drawing of Hiram’s tiny black plane being swallowed by the sun in a blaze of light and warmth is striking. When Boom! Studios approached Gay about working on a graphic novel, she thought about adapting We Are the Sacrifice of Darkness because of its fantastical visual elements. The people they left behind had to pay that price.” And they just took all of the money they extracted from the land and left. But the mine owners were inevitably fine.
And that’s where the idea for the story began.
And when the copper mines closed, everything fell apart, because that was the industry. “And it’s a very impoverished place, because it used to be the center of copper mining in the United States.
“When I originally wrote the short story, I was living in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula,” Gay says. It just spreads his own inner despair over the entire globe. Nor does Hiram’s revolutionary bid for freedom make anything better. He worked the unyielding earth until his lungs blackened and his bones swelled from the pressure of the world bearing down on him day after day after day. That man who needed to reach the sun, Hiram Hightower, worked his whole life underground, mining, digging through the hard earth to make other men wealthy, to fill their homes with fine things, to clothe their wives with fine linen and silk, to feed their mouths with fine food.
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