“The Spy Book Is a Hilariously Calcified Genre”: Alex de Campi and Tony Parker on the Making of Mayday
Main Art by Tony Parker
Mayday is a spy story that never quite goes to the places spy stories tend to go. The setup is simple: in the early 1970s, a Soviet general has defected and a pair of agents are sent to California on a lethal mission. What they find, however, is a maddening landscape and a collection of dangerously eccentric figures, including a sinister lawman who might have wandered in from a James Ellroy novel, hippies past their expiration date and the espionage agencies of the United States government.
Alex de Campi’s script keeps the reader on their toes, shifting sympathies back and forth between the Soviet and American camps, and revealing layers (some of them horrific and violent) to these characters as they descend further into chaos. Tony Parker’s art features a fantastic grasp of body language and nuance; it’s equally suited to thrilling action sequences and hallucinatory imagery. (This is set in early-1970s California, after all.) And Blond’s coloring adds to the sense of place, whether that’s an isolated gas station or the inside of someone’s mind. Paste talked with de Campi and Parker to learn more about the making of the book, the first issue of which released this week, and where these characters might end up next.
Paste: Alex, you mention at the end of the first issue that this is intended to be the first of a number of series following these characters through the Cold War. Where did that idea come from? And was Mayday the first specific story that you came up with for them?
Alex de Campi: Mayday was always the first story. I think I came up with it a couple months after seeing The Winter Soldier movie, and then a vague Huh, that’s kind of interesting, I wonder what that character was doing in the 1970s gradually turned into But what if Terrence Malick’s Badlands with Soviets? (Or, indeed, Zabriskie Point. Or, y’know, Easy Rider, to stay hep to the nascent Captain America theme.) Late 1960s and early 1970s auteur films have always been a real touchstone of mine in terms of my storytelling style—that and folks like Naoki Urasawa in comics. Which is to say, I’m fundamentally a character writer, who goes for a probably unnecessarily large amount of emotional realness in writing what is ultimately genre fiction. So I wanted young operatives, not in suits, in the wide-open modernist spaces of Palm Springs, and I wanted a lot of blood on the sand. And sex. And drugs. And people wildly out of their depth. And then in constructing the story, and researching it, the characters became very specific people with very long-term arcs.
I picked 1971 because I already knew I wanted to set the story in California (not a very oft-trodden path for the Cold War spy drama) and choosing ‘71 let me end with the May Day Riots in San Francisco. But then… the history of the years following—well, the espionage history—was so fascinating. Able Archer (my end point, really, although there will be a coda during/after The Year of the Spy). The Soviet-Afghan War, and the ugly roots of American involvement in Afghanistan. Munich 1972, Nixon in Russia 1972, the Baader-Meinhof group. The PLO. Mysterious deaths, like Peter Valyi. There is an embarrassment of stories to tell through the 1970s, not just the big ops, but the office politics. And Felix and Rose, growing up the hard way, making terrible decisions about each other. Jack and Penny, navigating the moral ambiguities of their chosen professions. I mean, of course I kill some of them, but you have to wait to see who.
I didn’t want to do the book merely as an ongoing, because…because making stuff is hard. I do the best I can, every time. I leave a lot of myself on the page. And sometimes I need a little breather. So if we structure the long narrative as a chain of self-contained miniseries, then we can have that break. And it’s less off-putting to new readers, say, to come on at the #1 of The Brandenburg School for Boys, rather than #6 of an ongoing. Or #1 of whatever I re-name The Red Arrow, now that I’m setting it on the Dacia Express rather than, y’know, The Red Arrow, rather than #11 of an ongoing. (I think I’m going to rename it Vienna Station, but still not sure.) Mayday is the only story set in the US, though.
Mayday #1 Interior Art by Tony Parker and Blond
Paste: Does the story that plays out over the five issues of Mayday take inspiration from any actual CIA or KGB activity?
de Campi: It isn’t a white-label/fictionalization of a specific op from either side. (I’m not that lazy… yet. Although there are some fascinating ops.) It’s more mosaic-theory stuff—a little here, a little there, and you make up a whole new story from tiny bits of truths of other stories. I’ve read, heavens, a dozen? a score? of Cold War (CIA, KGB, Stasi, DIE/Securitate, Soviet foreign ministry) autobios, plus a few histories of specific ops and terrorist groups. They contributed a huge amount of operational minutiae that hopefully will make the book feel quite authentic, though I freely admit to handwaving some of it. What they contributed more importantly to me was really getting at some of the emotional truths of what people in those positions were going through: the absolute terror of being “black”/under cover in a foreign country; the painstaking deskwork and planning combined with ridiculous and (in 20/20 hindsight) completely avoidable errors. The lack of knowledge of even basic things about the other side…the bitter regret and depression of many defectors. There’s a scene in issue four of Felix in the fruit section of this blindingly bright, clean California supermarket, that comes directly out of some of the stories of Russians coming over to the US for the first time. Oranges. Great pyramids of them. With no guards! And bananas! And pineapples (wtf are those).
The research reading has tipped mildly over into a sort of benign obsession because it is so good. (I’ve always been a history nerd, so…) There are a few anecdotes, just throwaway paragraphs, that you could write whole novels about… and I may just. Mischa Wolf talking about the Soviet Intelligentsia being pulled out of Moscow to safety in the Urals as Hitler marched on the capitol, and Sergei Eisenstein deciding to get everybody involved to make a film, to take their minds off the invasion. (The “Let’s Put On A Show” trope is the best trope. Also, Eisenstein! Best things!) And of course I really need to spend six months writing a closed-room attempted murder mystery set on Khrushchev’s boat to the UN in 1960 that stars precisely zero non-Warsaw Pact characters, thanks to another brief anecdote. I can just picture my literary agent’s face when I tell him.