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This Thing Happened

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Julie Gfrorer returns with her latest column.

Birds and other flying creatures are associated with Mercury, the wing-footed messenger god, and thus with intellectual thought, ideas, and communication. Birds sing to one another and can be trained to speak and carry messages for humans who tame them, and like thoughts, they freely explore places beyond human (physical) reach. Inspired ideas can seem to be soaring overhead; we glimpse them and hope they will choose us as their perch. Untethered birds are impracticable ideas, ideas not yet snared by the ponderous necessity of action. Sometimes airborne imagery denotes wishful thinking: an unrealistic fantasy is a “flight of fancy,” a daydreamer’s refuge is “cloud cuckoo land.” When a flock behaves unpredictably or attacks, insanity is implied—the subject’s own thoughts are trying to kill them.

Grant Snider, in “Collecting My Thoughts,” presents himself as at the mercy of his untamed mind. In the form of winged animals, the thoughts swarm, buzz, evade, impose, stupefy and loom. He gets the better of them only twice—his “bottled up thoughts” (trapped safe in a jar) and “thoughtlessness” (the thought/bird apparently slain with a slingshot) allow him to feel in control, but now he’s attacking them, rather than engaging. And the rest of the time he’s content to let the thoughts run roughshod over him, while he plays the role of their hapless observer, apparently unmotivated to chase them down, preferring to be resigned to his neurosis.

Sean T. Collins reviews Gabrielle Bell's July Diary.

At first glance, Gabrielle Bell’s six-panel daily diary comics don’t have a lot in common with the Mines of Moria sequence in Peter Jackson’s The Lord of the Rings . Or at any number of subsequent glances, I suppose. But the more Bell I read, the more I think they share a primary strength: a sense of space, of environment. Autobio slice-of-life comics, by the nature of what most of us tend to do with our lives every day, often consist in large part of conversations, either with a small number of other parties or within the head of the diarist as they go about their day. Unless those conversations reference a specific landmark, cartooned depictions of them can, and often do, devolve into dialogues that could be taking place anywhere, or nowhere. They have all the spatial context of action figures or dolls or sock puppets held aloft by the cartoonist, one in each hand, and made to speak with the voices of the participants. 

Elsewhere:

Here's a preview of my show opening on Thursday at the RISD Museum. The article itself is filled with misquotes and bad information, but hey, it's publicity baby! Quick notes: I'm the curator of the show; Destroy All Monsters and Forcefield didn't use YouTube and Vimeo to distribute their work; I never published "Forcefield". etc. etc. But, other than that, dive in!

SPX is over, and here are the Ignatz winners. And go over to the SPX Tumblr for lots of photos from the weekend.

Chris Ware is serializing a new graphic novel at The Guardian.

And finally, Sean Howe has unearthed a very early clipping about Jim Steranko -- maybe the earliest recounting of Steranko's escapist stuff.


2 Responses to This Thing Happened

  1. Oliver says:

    Unfortunate, however, that The Guardian’s recent redesign seems to have resulted in the dropping of Tom Gauld’s cartoons.

  2. Alex Jay says:

    The Steranko article is from the Reading Eagle newspaper. On my blog, Tenth Letter of the Alphabet, I posted links to that article and 26 others back in February this year; the articles date from 1947 to 2006. Here is the link to the post, Reading Steranko: http://alphabettenthletter.blogspot.com/2014/02/comics-reading-steranko.html

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