THIS WEEK IN COMICS! (6/23/10 – Alan Moore & Many Old Returns)
by Joe McCulloch
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
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NOT EVEN A PICTURE THIS WEEK! ONLY FORTHCOMING COMICS! PLEASE CLICK FOR FORTHCOMING COMICS! SELECTIONS TO FOLLOW!
NOT EVEN A PICTURE THIS WEEK! ONLY FORTHCOMING COMICS! PLEASE CLICK FOR FORTHCOMING COMICS! SELECTIONS TO FOLLOW!
*Copacetic Comics has moved to a new location. Here’s the local Pittsburgh Post Gazette article on the new store. I’ve been working on Sundays and it’s been awesome. So much room, literally up in the clouds, third floor of a building on a hill overlooking some of the most beautiful parts of this wacky town. I just love it. Bill Boichel, the owner and my hero, seems like he’s a new man. The customers are arriving in droves. Old and new. It’s like Bill’s old store back in the ’80s where we could all just hang out and shoot the shit. The coolest thing is watching the local kids come in and buy dollar comics. I sold 10 Iron Mans and ten Thors to two little kids the other day. Now that we have the room to put out all of Bill’s back stock we can really offer bargains. Lots of locals have been bringing in their own zines and comics to sell. It’s quickly turning into an “interzone” to be proud of, what with Mind Cure Records and a coffee shop in the same building.
*Bill Boichel gave a lecture at the Carnegie Library tonight in Pittsburgh. Tom Scioli, Ed Piskor, Jim Rugg, and I were in attendance. Bill gave the usual spiel about watching comics grow from obscurity to mainstream acceptance. And then I argued with him that we’ve been having the “comics aren’t just for kids” discussion for 20 years and I’m tired of it. Bill retorted that it’s “all gravy” as far as he’s concerned. “If you were running a comics shop like I was 25 years ago, you wouldn’t care that we’re still having that discussion.”
*Tom Scioli, the local self-publishing powerhouse, recently wrote me an email saying, “I’ve left the world of print behind (not really). Check out my new ongoing web comics, American Barbarian and 8-Opus.” Yes, check ’em out, True Believers, Tom’s idea of a short story is about 100 pages, so you hang on for a long ride.
*Ed Piskor, the other local self-publishing powerhouse, recently went to Denmark with heavies, R. Crumb, C. Ware, C. Burns, and D. Clowes. That’s right, you heard it here first, now Eddie is going by “E. Piskor” to reflect his new star status.
*Jim Rugg, I’m happy to report, is “not so intense” since Afrodisiac has been released and subsequently sold-out it’s first printing. Here’s Jim’s poster for new Copacetic Comics location.
*There was a Steve Niles signing here in Pittsburgh. I’ve never read his comics but I love pointing out that he was in Gray Matter! Scroll to the bottom of this page to see his recordings. One of my favorite bands out of the DC hardcore scene.
I’ve been reluctant to comment on Art in Time not just for the obvious reason (a glaring conflict-of-interest!) but also because like the best anthologies it is a book that I feel I have to live with for many months before I can properly appraise its value. I’ve talked before about the anthologies that have meant the most to me and one common trait they have is that I keep going back to them, keep learning from them, and have gained a deeper appreciation of the way they were put together from my 5th or 6th reading rather than my initial impression.
Having said that, I’m pretty confident that Art in Time belongs in the small pantheon of great comics anthologies. Art Out of Time was a distinguished book but the companion volume is an improvement in almost every way: the artists and the excerpts are more thoughtfully selected and hang together better, and Dan’s writing on them displays a new level of engagement and insight.
Our own Dan Nadel spoke with Chris Marshall over at
Collected Comics Library. Check it out, True Believers-
slack off at work early with this one. Why are you at work anyways? It’s summer!
Right up front let’s admit this: Wally Gropius is a terrifying comic book and everyone reading this should buy it immediately. Tim Hensley has crammed more horror into these 64 pages than any comic in recent memory. There is body horror, money horror, sex horror, parental horror, incest horror, school horror. Pretty much every feeling that lies just below the surface even now. We’re all supposed to be grown up, and the pangs of adolescence should be safely at bay, but they never really are, and I get the feeling that Hensley knows and can articulate each and every one. It is also a terrifying book to talk about, because its level of craft is so high, its surface so impenetrable, that it’s like trying to write about Kubrick or something: You know it’s all in there, but it’s hard to find a foothold. And worse, nearly any attempt to write about the comic basically turns me into a Dan Clowes comics-blowhard (if I’m not one already). Of course, none of this would be terribly interesting if it weren’t so funny. Wally Gropius is at its most basic level, the story of a guy who wants to get the girl, the girl who fucks him in both senses, and the fathers that fuck them both. This is a lot of fuckery for one comic. But there it is.
And the reason I’m sitting in front of a screen on an otherwise balmy Friday afternoon when I should be down the road at Sycamore drinking beer in the garden is that after a long day of accounting work, irritating editorial conversations and a single glass of gin, I felt like if I didn’t say something about this book my head might explode. Read More…
Click here if you want to see a brief but interesting discussion of Harold Gray’s Little Orphan Annie.
Just last night keen-eyed CC reader Seth G. of Guelph, Ontario sent along some fine images by Jack Davis. Seth explains that they were published in Canada’s Weekend Magazine in 1959 to accompany an article on the legend of Big Foot. Can we pause for a moment here and marvel at this period of Jack Davis’s work? Read More…
I thought [the visuals] were stylistically subordinate; words and pictures are what a comic strip is all about, so you can’t say what’s more important or less. They work together. I wanted the focus on the language, and on where I was taking the reader in six or eight panels through this deceptive, inverse logic that I was using. The drawing had to be minimalist. If I used angle shots and complicated artwork, it would deflect the reader. I didn’t want the drawings to be noticed at all. I worked hard making sure that they wouldn’t be noticed.
—Jules Feiffer, in the introduction to Explainers. [Italics mine.]
Huh. It’s almost like Feiffer deliberately intended his art to be … what’s the phrase I’m looking for? “Not much to look at?” Yes, that’s it! God forbid anybody should agree with him.
As I’ve mentioned before, I have an piece in a new collection of critical essays devoted to Chris Ware (The Comics of Chris Ware: Drawing is a Way of Thinking, edited by David Ball and Martha Kuhlman). Now, thanks to the wonders of Google Books, parts of that collection are now online, including the whole of my essay. You can look at the book here. The entire book is very much worth reading with many fine critical essays. You can buy a copy here.
My essay begins like this:
In 1990,Chris Ware, then a twenty-two-year-old student at the very beginning of his career, made a pilgrimage to Monument Valley, Arizona in order to investigate the life of George Herriman. Author of the classic comic strip Krazy Kat, which ran in variety of newspapers from 1913 until the cartoonist’s death in 1944, Herriman used the other worldly desert landscape of the region as the ever-shifting backdrop to his comics. Along with the adjacent area of Coconino County, Monument Valley inspired the dream-like lunar landscape that made Krazy Kat a rare example of cartoon modernism. Eager to learn more about the sources of Herriman’s artistry, Ware felt he had to see landscape of jutting buttes and flat-topped mesas that the earlier cartoonist had so creatively incorporated into his work. This hajj to the Southwest was an early manifestation of Ware’s interest in the history of cartooning, a persistent fascination that has been much more than an antiquarian passion and has had a profound influence on Ware’s body of work.
Over at his New Construction blog, Kevin Huizenga riffs on my earlier reflections on Bushmiller’s Nancy and iconic solidarity. Kevin is right that I radically simplified Groensteen’s notions of “iconic solidarity” to suit my own purposes, highlighting what might be considered one tendency of “iconic solidarity” in order to draw attention to Bushmiller’s exploitation of this property. Kevin’s post is full of smart comments and I especially liked his comparison of Bushmiller’s style to the Helvetica font.