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Today on the site we close out the week with Sam Henderson's final diary entry. Thanks, Sam!

And Greg Hunter reviews the stellar collection of Tadao Tsuge stories, Trash Market.

Tadao Tsuge debuted as a cartoonist in 1959, a couple of years after he began work at one of the for-profit blood banks in postwar Tokyo. He would keep the blood bank job for most of the 1960s, long after his first appearance in Japanese comics anthologies. In that decade, he also began to create the stories that appear in Trash Market, glimpses of daily life in the city’s impoverished neighborhoods. A modest cult emerged around the comics—“If Tadao’s readers are few by Japanese standards, his supporters are wholly committed,” notes the book’s editor and translator Ryan Holmberg—leading eventually to this English-language collection (and hopefully not the last volume of Tsuge’s work to reach the US and Canada). Throughout the stories, Tokyo residents—students, hustlers, veterans—argue, make plans, and frequently avoid saying everything they have to say. Tsuge’s comics are often dialogue-driven, and usually dialectic too, charged by tension and contradiction on page after page.


It's a sleepy Friday heading into the holiday weekend. Let's see...

TCJ-contributor Prajna Desai reviews Bharath Murthy’s The Vanished Path.


Best news of the month: An online Seymour Chwast archive has launched. Go dive into the work of one of the best illustrators/designers of the 20th century. The way Seymour thinks about picture languages, color, and typography is extremely important to cartooning.

The David Letterman send-off is over, but here's one last bit: A history of Harvey Pekar's appearances on the show.

Two non-fiction graphic novels have been announced, covering the NSA and Edward Snowden have been announced, the latter by Ted Rall.


I Am Not an Animal

Today on the site, R.C. Harvey is back with another installment of Hare Tonic, which is this time both a history lesson and a thesis, that cartoonists can be divided into two camps: figure drawers and storytellers:

Artistic expressiveness of a highly individualistic sort had never been particularly welcomed by traditional comic book publishers. The corporate mind, ever focused on the bottom line of the balance sheet, favored bland "house styles" of rendering and committee-generated stories, neither of which, given the compromise inherent in the process, would be likely to offend potential buyers. But the medium had always attracted creative people, and they had lived and worked within its commercial constraints, sometimes happily, sometimes restively. And as direct sale shops began to prove their viability, the economics of the industry seemed beckoning to more adventurous, more personal, endeavors. Still, the route to individual expression in mainstream publishing was a long and tortuous one; it was, in fact, not one route but several, each a tributary that followed a different course to a seemingly different objective, but some culminated in the 1980s in an artistic renaissance that found its impetus in all of the creative impulses of the diverse endeavors. And the renaissance flowered in the fertile economic garden of the direct sale shops.

For the sake of discussion, let me simplify the progression by positing that there are two traditions in comic book creation— the figure drawing tradition and the storytelling tradition. Neither is wholly exclusive of the concerns of the other, but each pursued its emphasis with slightly different results. Jack Kirby belongs at the beginning of the figure drawing tradition. The artistic preoccupation is rendering the human figure, and the comics were all anatomy and the figure in action. Kirby was not so absorbed in this endeavor that he neglected storytelling; that's one of the things that made him unique.


I put Will Eisner and Kurtzman at the headwaters of the storytelling tradition. Their preoccupation was less with drawing and more with story, with content. Their drawings were composed to serve the narrative, to time its events for dramatic effect; similarly, panel composition aimed at intensifying the impact of aspects of the story.

We also have the fourth day of Sam Henderson's week creating the Cartoonist's Diary column, in which the fledgling cartooning teacher ponders the perils of showing his students old cartoons.

Meanwhile, elsewhere:

—News. The young cartoonist Atena Farghadani is on trial in Iran, facing a prison sentence for a drawing criticizing restrictions on contraception and birth control:

If found guilty of the crimes she is alleged to have committed, the 28-year-old could face years in prison.

What are those crimes? According to Amnesty International, they include "spreading propaganda against the system" and "insulting members of parliament through paintings." Ultimately, the spark for her legal woes seems to have been relatively simple: a cartoon depicting members of Iran's parliament as animals.

The Committee to Protect Journalists has an interesting interactive map showing various reactions to Charlie Hebdo (including censorship) around the world.

—Reviews & Commentary. The Doug Wright Awards site has posted a transcript of Seth's speech at the Giants of the North Hall of Fame induction speech for Merle "Ting" Tingley:

Sometime in the late 1960s Mr. Tingley came and visited my grade one class in Strathroy, Ontario. I imagine that year we likely had a banker or a doctor come visit as well… And maybe a policeman too… but I don’t remember those other guys. All I remember is the cartoonist.

Illogical Volume writes about Grant Morrison and Frank Quitely's All-Star Superman.

A few thoughts about working for Marvel/DC, as stolen from a Canadian friend who was trying to add a bit of clarity to my rant about Chip Zdarsky’s inability to say the name of Howard the Duck‘s “original creator”:

(1) In corporate comic, everyone is a scab because there is no union.

(2) In corporate comics, no one can be a scab because there is no union.

(3) Join the union.

What to make, then, of Grant Morrison’s dedication to superheroes, his attempts to imbue them with some sort of positivist power of their own, to try and find transcendent meaning in a series of commercially dictated genre tropes and characters that were sacrificed to them? When presented straight, in Supergods, this stuff feels as silly and desperate as it is, like an attempt to put a fresh golden frame around a thrice-stolen turd in the hope of selling it on eBay again. But in All Star Superman? Not so much. The sales pitch here is a lot more successful.

—Interviews & Profiles. Jules Feiffer and Neil Gaiman appeared on a panel together:

Turning his attention to Feiffer, Gaiman said, “I had a copy of The Explainers [an anthology of Feiffer’s weekly comic strip in the Village Voice, which ran from 1956–66] when I was about five. I didn’t understand a word of it,” to which Feiffer quipped: “Many adults can say that, too.”

Blaise Larmee interviews Leon Sadler:

At what point did money become a concern?

When I was priced out of London, left all my friends behind, still working full time at a boring job and there's no way I'll ever repay my debts or be able to raise the money for a deposit on a house.

Oh god. That sucks

[Laughs] I can handle it its been like this for so long.

Where are you living now?

I think when you see money being thrown at just so much shit it makes u think "why can't u make something really good and get paid for it"? I'm living in a cheap town near Nottingham called Loughborough. Hugh Frost (Mould Map editor) lives in Nottingham now so we can see each other more better.


Cash Dots

Today on the site:

Sean Rogers returns to the site with a very thoughtful review of two books with overlapping concerns:

What precursors even exist for comics like Colville by Steven Gilbert or Black River by Josh Simmons? These are books that use genre not to entertain, but to carve away at something rotten. They document a kind of moral entropy—the creeping disintegration of everything right and good. The universe they depict is unjust, indifferent; their nihilism can be suffocating. The stories proceed according to the predetermined, inescapable logic of the snuff film: the people you see here are destined to die, and you are reading these comics because they will die.

I have read only Black River, and it's stuck with me. It is, if nothing else, a break from the friendliness of the "fest" minded comics culture of the day, carrying on an underground tradition of a certain kind.

And Sam Henderson logs in for day 3 of his diary.


The cartoonist Luz is leaving Charlie Hebdo, the NY Times reports.

Here's Gil Roth interviewing the great Chester Brown.

Zainab Akhtar reports on her first trip to TCAF.


Future Hazy

Joe McCulloch is here this morning with his weekly guide to the Week in Comics!, this time with spotlight picks from Satoshi Kon and Adrian Tomine.

And the great Sam Henderson is on day two of his tenure creating our Cartoonist's Diary. Inn today's entry, he lays down the law to his new cartooning students.

Meanwhile, elsewhere:

—News. The Committee to Protect Journalists has released a report on the threats facing cartoonists around the world, including “censorship, punitive lawsuits, physical assault, imprisonment, disappearance and murder." It focuses on cartoonists ranging from Zunar in Malaysia and Aseem Trivedi in India to the staff of Charlie Hebdo in France, Arifur Rahman in Bangladesh, and Molly Norris in Seattle:

The fear of radical Islamic reprisal drove American cartoonist Molly Norris into hiding after she made a tongue-in-cheek call in 2010 on her Facebook page for an “Everybody Draw Muhammad Day.” Norris’s cartoon did not directly depict the Prophet Muhammad, but included caricatures of a tea cup, thimble, and domino, according to news reports.

Norris received death threats from religious extremists, including the Yemen-based Al-Qaeda cleric Anwar al-Awlaki who, before he was killed in 2011, wrote an article in Inspire saying that Norris’s cartoons made her a “prime target” for killing. She was advised by the FBI to “go ghost,” changing her identity, home, and job to preempt possible reprisals. Her former editor, Mark Baumgarten, said Norris has not been heard from since sending a brief farewell email in the fall of 2010.

The photographer and comics creator Seth Kushner passed away this weekend after a long battle with leukemia. Kushner leaves behind a wife and a young son, and the GoFundMe page they had originally set up for helping to defray the costs of his medical treatment can still be used to help them with funeral and other expenses.

—Reviews & Commentary. Mark Evanier reviews Bill Schelly's biography of Harvey Kurtzman. Tom Spurgeon reviews John Porcellino's King-Cat #75.

—Interviews. Paste talks to Jason Little.

Archie CEO Jon Goldwater talked to CBR about why they decided to cancel their controversial Kickstarter, claiming they stopped it to protect the creators from "negative attention."

—A/V. The latest guest on Virtual Memories is Chester Brown. The latest guest on Inkstuds is Last Gasp's Ron Turner. The latest guest on Deconstructing Comics is our own Frank Santoro.

The great comics historian Patrick Rosenkranz recently posted rare video from Art Spiegelman's 1991 Maus promotional tour:


Street Fantasy

Hi there,

Robert Kirby is here without our second report on the Queers and Comics Conference:

Not everyone was there, but a sizeable, intergenerational and international mix was. And that made for an historic Queers and Comics Conference, the first ever, held at the Center for Lesbian and Gay Studies (CLAGS) at The Graduate Center of City University of New York (CUNY). I was there for the whole shebang and will do my best to break it all down, blow by blow, panel by panel. Come along with me, won’t you?

First, this: Queers and Comics (Q&C) would never have happened without the vision of Jennifer Camper, one of the Godmothers of LGBTQ cartooning, and our premier event instigator and organizer. With the able assistance of andré carrington, PhD, the committee chair, Jen brought together a diverse mix of cartoonists, publishers, and scholars “to discuss their craft, and document the history and significance of Queer Comics.” The conference was a resounding success, with a particularly strong showing of the pioneering first wave of cartoonists, and two of our greatest creators featured as keynote speakers. And all it climaxed with a bunch of us going to a hit Broadway musical on Saturday night (a gay cliché, but true).

Today we welcome Sam Henderson to the site for a week-long residency as our cartoonist diarist. Here's day one.


Ah, young underground cartoonists! Here's Bill Griffith and Art Spiegelman in the Arcade daze.

I have yet to see Mad Max, but I'm excited to go, and Brendan McCarthy co-wrote the script. Apparently his fingerprints are all over it. Love that Brendan McCarthy.

I didn't know about this exhibition on the work of Ira Schnapp, comics book and pulp logo designer. It looks interesting, though it also looks like you have to get through a lot of bad photoshop work to see the actual subject matter. There's something Freudian about the need comic book guys have to "curate" their heroes work by writing all over it. Penis envy? Oedipus? Just bad manners?

And speaking of sadness, here is a sadness over the state of the "popcorn" movie.


Please Proceed

Today on the site, we present the TCJ debut of Sara Lautman, who contributes a personal, illustrated report from the first Queers & Comics conference held in New York last week. Here's an excerpt:

To be clear, Queers & Comics isn’t a convention with tables. It isn’t an entrepreneurial or even a primarily industry-oriented event. It’s an academic conference and cultural checkpoint.

My impression was that the conference was as personal as it was academic. Queer cartoonists making queer cartoons created a niche for themselves in the comics underground where none previously existed. We might have become cartoonists because of Hergé or Charles Addams or George Herriman or Bill Watterson, but see queer comics-making as a discrete and socially necessary act—because of each other. That’s very personal.

In prior generations of queer cartoonists (there are three), finding other gay voices who spoke in comics was a hero’s journey. Today, you get an email from Jennifer Camper.

If all goes according to plan, we should be publishing a larger, more comprehensive report on the conference next Monday written by Rob Kirby.

Meanwhile, elsewhere:

—Interviews & Profiles. One of the Q&C conference's keynote speakers, Alison Bechdel, talked to the Times about her newfound acceptance, both as a lesbian and as a cartoonist.

Chris Randle profiled Lynda Barry for The Guardian, focusing on her work as an educator.

In two posts, Tom Hart writes about his feelings after finishing Rosalie Lightning, his graphic novel about the death of his first daughter. (Dan linked to one of those posts yesterday.)

—Funnies. Sammy Harkham takes over Blobby Boys.


As Expected

Today on the site Ryan Holmberg returns with an article that will basically blow your mind. Ryan thinks he's a scholar, but primarily he's here to BLOW MINDS. This is about blood banks, blood, manga and so much more. Blood Plants: Mizuki Shigeru, Kitaro, and the Japanese Blood Industry.

Blood banks and comics? The topic’s not as arbitrary as you might think. It’s quite a natural pairing, actually, both in Japan and in the United States, though for utterly different reasons.

In manga, one cannot call blood banks a major motif by any standard. But it is an important one that crops up at central moments in the medium’s history, serving as a touchstone in a number of artists’ self-fashioning, and a reference point in kashihon and kashihon-inspired comics’ much-celebrated link with poverty and the underclass. As I will explain in detail in the present article’s sequel, most artists who took up the topic did so within the framework of biography. These stories, whether hagiographic or self-deprecatory, typically present the selling of one’s blood to shady blood banks as an essential part of surviving the 50s before achieving stability or success in the 60s. There is also the unique case of Tsuge Tadao, who worked at a blood bank in Tokyo for ten years between the mid 50s and mid 60s, before creating a number of manga about the punks and down-and-outers who sold their blood there, and about the grisly practices and petty labor disputes that went on behind the scenes in the industry. Despite their variety of perspectives, these artists would probably have agreed with the basic point that baiketsu (“sold blood”) expressed how postwar growth, despite its promises of plenty for all, was marked by widening differences of class.


Yesterday Tim wondered why I hadn't mentioned the hilarious Archie Kickstarter. It's sort of too moronic to even get into, but I think it's funny that a comic book company that has built its empire on treating its artists like human garbage is attempting a kind of bright-eyed and bushy-tailed "reboot", complete with terrible super hero comics, obvious stunts, and an appeal to the public. What all this says about the publishing landscape is the usual, with a twist: no one wants to make a capital outlay but now somehow people are being conned into believing they're "participating" in something by paying for it. Anyhow, fuck Archie. I will spare you a much, much longer digression. For now.

In other news...

Tom Hart has finished his much-anticipated book, Rosalie Lightning. He writes about the process here.

Some "forgotten" Jewish cartoonists...

The Beat is hosting audio and awkward photos from last weekend's TCAF panels.

This 1942 comic book is basically too good to be true. Enjoy.


The Maze

Today on the site, comics writer and historian Paul Buhle reviews a new nonfiction comic, Battle Lines: A Graphic History of the Civil War, created by artist Jonathan Fetter-Vorm and historian Ari Kelman. Here's a bit of his review:

The artist suggests that the actual war-time engravings, in popular magazines like Harper’s or Frank Leslie’s, were themselves proto-comics of the violent, pre-Code type. Readers of all kinds picked up the magazines or even newspapers with front page images, and saw scenes of a detailed, realistic kind never presented of war before. These were obviously fascinating, in the grimmest sense. But hard, surely for many readers. to look at for very long at a time. Battle Lines literally, as far as comic art can be literal, recreates the work of the battlefield photographer tramping through a field, with his assistant, and capturing the visage of a corpse.

This is not a wholly new way to tell a story, either. There has been so much experimentation in styles of nonfiction comics narrative within the work of Peter Kuper, for instance, that the visualized path of a mosquito or the repetition of frames (to suggest a certain monotony of life in a military prison) will be familiar as other ways to do what only a comic can do. But the art of being playful in the most dire historic circumstances demonstrates, page after page, how a large event in US history can be depicted and understood, a prospect more vivid for today’s youthful readers. Battle Lines literally offers “new perspectives,” both because the scholarship is up to date and because the perspectives themselves as so fresh.

Meanwhile, elsewhere:

—Crowdfunding. On Monday, Archie comics announced that it was launching a Kickstarter to fund three new series, and I was really hoping that Dan the Bootseller would weigh in yesterday. He didn't, but many others on the internet did take exception to the publisher's choice to rely on crowdfunding. Archie CEO Jon Goldwater defends the decision at CBR.

—Reviews & Commentary. Last week, Jill Lepore at The New Yorker looked at a single issue of a Marvel comic book tying in to a larger crossover "event" and even after recruiting the help of two ten-year-old boys, found herself baffled by the story and bemused by its portrayal of female characters. G. Willow Wilson, the writer of the comic in question, is upset by a few minor factual errors in Lepore's piece, as well as her failure to understand that the comic can't be sexist because the characters on the cover face the reader head-on and don't contort themselves into "brokeback" postures, artistic choices that are "pretty symbolic" to people who are immersed in online comics fandom. Wilson was building on an earlier fan critique of Lepore written by Leia Calderon. Abhay Khosla wrote about it (1, 2).

—Interviews. Mark Frauenfelder at Boing Boing has another in a series of recent strong interviews with Daniel Clowes.

—Conventions. TCAF reports will surely be coming in for a while. Two early ones come from Joe Ollmann and Robyn Chapman.

Heidi MacDonald reports that Karen Green will be taking over the programming at CAB this year. Also at that link are instructions on how to apply for a table at the show.

—Video. Saturday Night Live is Saturday Night Live. I post the following skit for primarily sociological/historical purposes (I'm like a doctor):

[UPDATED TO ADD: The above sketch is remarkably similar another that aired on a recent episode of the Canadian series This Hour Has 22 Minutes, which is reportedly considering taking legal action.]