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Long Week

Today Annie Mok returns with an interview with Jeremy Sorese, whose diary we ran last week to a great response. Jeremy debuted his first graphic novel just two weeks ago at CAB.

MOK: Curveball is set in the future, and its protagonist Avery is pining over Christophe, this sailor boy that they like and used to have some kind of a relationship with. Everyone around Avery is kind of nurse-maiding them. When you talk about this age… it seemed strange to me that everyone was catering to Avery and really checking in on them about their heartbreak, because Avery’s pining. I was like, oh, what age is Avery? Their friends, housemates and coworkers are a little older than them, and they’re concerned that Avery is making a mess of theirself. Can you talk about that place in your life, or in Avery’s life?

SORESE: It’s the first attachment in life, where you don’t have the skill set yet that you build up over time from other relationships to rationalize what you’re going through and what you’re feeling. It’s not teenagery, because it’s a first taste that is more substantial than teenagery, the phase where people are like, “This is my soulmate, this is where we’re going to get married, we’re so lucky, I found someone.” And you’re a tiny baby, but you just have to go through that time in your life, and everybody can tell you that it’s going to get better or easier or you’ll meet someone better, and you won’t even care about this person in five or six years. You can’t know that until you actually do it. Avery knows better, and they’re very aware that that they know better, but they can’t emotionally feel that yet, and they have to go through the paces. So the book is a lesson in that, seeing someone have to painfully drag it out of them and then move on.

Elsewhere:

MASSIVE partner and gay manga expert Graham Kolbeins is profiled.

Sean Michael Robinson excerpts a longer work on Cerebus: Church and State I.

Paul Constant continues the string of interesting reviews of Benjamin Marra’s great new book, O.M.W.A.T.

Jared Gardner writes about illness in comics. 

Only on Facebook, but Kuti Kuti is re-publishing Jodorowsky’s legendary comic strips from the 1960s with an English translation.

 

Long One

Here’s Frank Santoro and John Kelly back again with more about CAB:

Soon it was after 11am and I noticed people were shopping now so I had to get out of the way and Connor Willumsen take center field. I’ll tell ya, that kid can draw. Holy smokes. He can draw circles around just about everyone in the game. A natural if I ever saw one. He had his Breakdown Press published, Treasure Island for sale. Both volumes. The green one and the red one. No more rounded corners though on the reprint of issue one. Only collectors like me care or even know what I’m talking about. Sorry. Apparently, number three will be done toute suite. Connor showed me the new stuff he has been working on and suffice to say it is some next level shit. He’s a monster. A very handsome and at times cute and cuddly monster. But a monster all the same. Go find out more about his work here.

I had the pleasure of catching up with the also monstrously talented Aidan Koch. She had original pages from her fantastic book The Blonde Woman for sale as well as alternative versions of her Paris Review cover. “The made me redo it a bunch of times,” she laughed. I bought one of the alternate versions for Nicole Rudick who needs a parade down Fifth Avenue for managing to get stuffy literary types to take a good long look at Aidan’s work. I hear the summer Paris Review issue with Aidan’s cover and portfolio inside was a popular smash hit. Hopefully, Aidan will be the vertical invader we art comics people have all been waiting for. She can invade the literary comics world and teach them comics poetry. If anyone can storm the castle, it’s Aidan. She and Connor made handsome tablemates.

Elsewhere: 

Here’s Paste on the extremely good looking Eternaut.

This 1981 book about rock looks awesome.

Frank Miller is really on the promo trail, and here’s a good interview at NY Mag.

 

DSBD!

Today on the site: Anne Ishii brings us a valuable conversation with Adrian Tomine about his authorial voice, where he is now in his life and work, and all other things Killing and Dying. Here’s a bit:

Would you say there’s any particularly poignant or frequent criticism you’ve received through consumer-readers (as opposed to say, editors) that has influenced you more profoundly than others?

Oh, where do I begin? I think the first big criticism was the clarity of my influences. Or more specifically, that I was “ripping off” certain artists. And then something that came up later in my career was the sense that I was treading the same path a little too much, writing within too narrow of a scope in terms of tone, characters, settings, etc.  Those were probably the most significant ones, and they were points that, on some level, I knew to be valid. And I don’t want to make it sound like I’m patting myself on the back and saying “mission accomplished” or whatever. I know these are ongoing struggles, but it’s definitely helped to at least try to address them head-on.

You’ve written different facsimiles of yourself in the past, so I wonder what you think of the relationship between artist and art, artwork and audience. Killing and Dying is so interesting from the perspective of your oeuvre, because it’s not scenes from a world the reader might ascribe as yours personally, but can you extrapolate on where/when/how did that shift happen, and how you engage yourself with readers as an artist versus as a subject?

A lot of what I was doing with Killing and Dying was a direct response to Shortcomings, and one of the things that I kind of regret about that book was the way I intentionally blurred the line between my own life and the fictional story. Of course for most readers it didn’t even cross their mind, but I know that at least a few people who had been following my work over the years were very interested in how much of that story was autobiographical and how much I was like the main character. And they weren’t curious because they loved that character so much! I ended up feeling like it was a distraction. So withKilling and Dying, I made a conscious decision to write about characters and situations that, at least on the surface, were very different from myself and my life.

And Brian Nicholson reviews Pure Shores.

I had gotten the impression that, after Jaakko Pallasvuo’s English-language debutSome Approaching End was published in 2011 by Landfill Editions, the artist had abandoned comics to focus on net art. A piece then appeared in Mould Map 2, a text story about browsing the Facebook pictures of an object of fascination. It was easy to view this as a transitional piece: It appeared in a comics anthology, but was not a comic, and it took as its subject the internet’s increasingly primary place in the world, maybe to the detriment of the human, in a way that seemed to cry out to be addressed and worked through further. In the way it only incidentally used that book’s incredibly striking color palette, as a series of overlapping textures to frame a plain-speaking direct address, it paralleled Blaise Larmee’s piece in the same anthology, in which an author stand-in spoke of wanting to quit comics for art, where the critical context would appreciate him more.

 

 

Elsewhere:

National Lampoon art director Michael Gross has passed away after a long illness. We recently ran an interview with him covering his entire career. More about him can be found on his web site, and he features prominently in the excellent documentary Drunk Stoned Brilliant Dead. 

Cartoonist Tillie Walden is featured in New York Magazine.

And Frank Miller gives a rare interview for the upcoming release of DK3.

 

Running Late

Joe McCulloch is here as usual this Tuesday morning, with his customary browser’s guide to the week in new comics.

Paul Buhle is also here, with a review of Corrine Maier and Anne Simon’s Marx: An Illustrated Biography, as well as a consideration of how Marx has been dealt with in comics previously.

Meanwhile, elsewhere:

—Interviews & Profiles. At The Guardian, Michelle Dean profiles Smut Peddler editor Spike Trotman.

Seth explains his new New Yorker cover.

Forge magazine visits Michael DeForge:

—Commentary. Marguerite Dabaie writes about the censorship struggle facing the Samandal anthology.

Finally, I thought I was just going to meet Chris Mautner, Joe McCulloch, and Tucker Stone for breakfast, but they ambushed me into appearing on the most recent episode of their Comics Books Are Burning in Hell podcast.

 

Missing Much

It’s been a very sad weekend, but off we go into the new week. Our thoughts are with our Parisian colleagues.

On the site, Ken Parille is here with a great piece about superheroes, taking a recent Chip Kidd project as a starting point.

Countless comic-book fans, critics, and historians tell the same story about the moment when “everything changed” for the superhero:

Comics finally grew up in the mid-1980s with groundbreaking grim and gritty works like Frank Miller’s The Dark Knight Returns and Alan Moore’s Watchmen, two comics that, for the first time, portrayed complex and realistic superheroes. 

I’m not convinced, though, that the emergence of psychotic superheroes ushered in an age of psychological realism. While these graphic novels and their offspring deliver a darker vision of heroism and “the hero’s motivation,” they frequently rely on familiar moral dilemmas, stale genre conventions, and worn-out tropes of “superhero grandiosity”: Our metropolis is overrun by villains! The end of the multiverse is near! What great man will rise to save us? While the world of superhero fantasy may be grimmer and grittier than it was in the early ’80s, in many ways it hasn’t changed at all.

A recent Daniel Clowes faux-Batman cover offers a genuinely new version of an old superhero that I find more disturbing and enlightening than the genre’s revisionary classics. Clowes created the drawing for genius designer and mega-Batman fan Chip Kidd, who asked artists to draw the Dark Knight on a page with the Batman: Black ’n White logo.

Elsewhere:

Joann Sfar posted a series of images about Friday’s attacks. It’s a moving sequence. Tom Spurgeon has some thoughts about how it relates to the Hebdo attack.

And, on a lighter note, here is a fascinating look into “lost” animation archives.

And I wrote a piece about comics-related artist (sort of, barely) Carroll Dunham.

 

SMH

Good morning, friends. Today we present the final installment of Jeremy Sorese’s five-day tenure at the helm of our Cartoonist’s Diary feature. This one takes place at a relative’s 95th birthday party. Thanks, Jeremy!

We also have two review for you. First, Greg Hunter is back to wrestle with the first issue of Citizen Jack, Image’s new “political satire” from Sam Humphries and Tommy Patterson:

…By the time Jack announces his nominal campaign, the comic has not shared any real indication of his politics. The closest it gets is Jack’s charge that, “Political elites are killing this country,” one of the few things members of both party bases might agree on. Armando Iannucci (Veep, The Thick of It) has included similar ambiguities in his work, and like the comic’s resemblances to some much-loved earlier antihero stories, this would put Humphries and Patterson in good company. Even so, throughout Citizen Jack, the choice plays not like a bucking of politics-as-usual but like an unwillingness to alienate any reader too soon.

Later, via a bland burlesque of cable news, the first issue introduces Jack’s competition, the presumptive nominees of … the Patriot Party and the Freedom Party. Humphries may well have an extensive rationale for this choice, but it reads like still more fence straddling—another feature of a story that services the impulse to say, “Boo! Politics” while seeking to challenge no one.

We also have another debut reviewer (the third this week!), Monica Johnson, who is here to tell us about Maggie Thrash’s Honor Girl, a YA lesbian summer-camp story.

Thrash, a staff writer for Rookie Magazine, is clearly no SVA graduate. But that’s not a dig on her drawing skills. It is just to say that whether she lacks or doesn’t give a crap about slick art-school-style drafting techniques, she’s really a storyteller, and a strong one. Thrash certainly has drawing skills, but they’re her own, and they’re specifically savvy for the story she is telling. Her bare-bones line drawings colored with watercolor pencils seem to be channeled directly from her 15-year-old self. The drawings have the rawness and bright-eyed directness of the teenager depicted in them, who can’t hide behind a catalog of romantic experience and mastery. This is part of the brilliance of the comic medium itself—the way images work in concert with the literal to tell a deeper, much richer story—and Thrash really hits the mark with it. The drawings are so believably vulnerable, which is maybe why her story feels so devastating.

Also, I hope you noticed that Joe McCulloch sneakily returned to his Tuesday Week in Comics! post to add a significant piece on a comic he picked up at CAB, Lilin, an underground Mexican “internet sex” comic from an artist named Mou.

Lilin, notably, is a sex comic in which nobody is ever seen engaging in sex acts with another person; it is very contemporary, then, in its explicit depictions of male and female masturbation, and Lilin, the demon — because who really believed talk of the Grail would be the only pertinent bit of religious lore? — is equally modern in spreading sexually-transmitted diseases over the internet. Her squirt videos somersault into ejaculations of living tar, while the boys develop similar fat pustules on their fapping hands. Everybody is giving birth, and it is these transformations that Mou indulges with his most texture-heavy drawing, dominated by shiny contrasts of solid black against blank white. Eventually, these values come to dominate his pages as Lilin zips up a vinyl bondage uniform and takes to the night to summon her legion, her transcended rank, her animal slaves, unleashed for the symbolic destruction of a convenience store and the murder of everybody present.

So go back to that post if you didn’t catch it.

Meanwhile, elsewhere:

—Reviews & Commentary. Illogical Volume has a very strong piece on Alan Moore, Eddie Campbell, and the From Hell Companion over at Mindless Ones. (Coincidentally, Alan Moore is currently in the news for non-comics reasons.)

Kim O’Connor also has a strong piece on John Porcellino’s King-Cat 75 at Comics & Cola.

Jon Vinson returns to Suehiro Maruo and his Mr. Arashi’s Amazing Freak Show, a book that is decidedly not for everyone.

—Video. Finally, via Mike Lynch, enjoy this 1986 profile of Gary Larson:

 

Going to Sleep

Today on the site we bring you the fourth day of Jeremy Sorese’s diary.

And Frank Santoro and John Kelly report about last weekend’s CAB festival here in Brooklyn.

CAB is such a whirlwind of a show. Maybe it’s the New York City atmosphere. It all just goes by so fast. I barely get to see anyone or really visit with them for long. It was busy. Sales were solid. Same as usual even if it seemed like there were less people there than in previous years. I think there are so many comics festivals these days (curated and non-curated) that maybe the bloom is off the rose. Fine by me, as I dunno if I can add anymore shows to my already busy circuit season. CAB also represents the end of the season in many ways. SPX is the first big show of the season, the starting line in many ways and CAB is the finish line so to speak.

Elsewhere:

Michael Cavna writes about Veteran’s Day comics, including Warren Bernard’s excellent collection, Cartoons for Victory, which Warren will present at Desert Island on Nov. 19th.

Alex Dueben speaks with Ivan Velez Jr. 

Here’s a little known Star Wars comic written by Alan Moore.

 

Regrets

Today is the third day of Jeremy Sorese’s week creating our Cartoonist’s Diary. This time, he goes to Lincoln Center and remembers Moonstruck.

I am excited to mention that we also have the TCJ debut of Sarah Horrocks, who has mixed feelings about Benjamin Marra’s Terror Assaulter: O.M.W.O.T.. (Personally, I found Terror Assaulter to be a real return to form from Marra, and maybe his strangest and most effective comic since his first, Night Business. But despite most media outlets’ obsession with scores, thumbs, and stars, opinions are possibly the least important part of reviews.) Horrocks is worth reading:

Terror Assaulter is weird, and at times uncomfortable (particularly in terms of its extreme self-centeredness)–but in all of its discords the book creates an energy that infuses its anthemic punchlines with real force.

While it’s uncertain how a book that had merely depicted this weird world without commenting upon it would have been received within the current cultural climate, which is predisposed to decontextualize imagery to its most problematic aspects, the decision to filter these moments through a host of self-reflexive hipsterish jokes works against any effectiveness Terror Assaulter may have. If the strength of the book is how far into outrageous absurdity this white-male-supremacist vision can go, stopping repeatedly to inform the reader that “hey it’s just jokes” drains away a lot of that power.

We also have the debut of another reviewer, Eszter Szép, who writes about a comics biography of Rembrandt by the Dutch artist Typex. Here is an excerpt:

All biographies face the dilemma of having to balance between the way celebrities and talents of the past are remembered as outstanding geniuses and the monotony of the everyday and hard work they spent their lives in. Typex chose to overcome this problem by saying goodbye to chronology and focusing each chapter on a supporting character of Rembrandt’s life. In this way, and true to a man who painted more self-portraits of himself than anyone before (or since), we see the painter in the mirror of his wife and lovers, son and daughter. What we see is not necessary a nice picture. Stories of betrayal, debt, the plague, and greed, with some occasional lovemaking to cheer us up. Was Rembrandt really that impossible to live with? Yet the way in which this portrait of the artist is shown is truly unique: the visual style of the book is a true match and homage to the atmosphere and style of Rembrandt’s paintings. Some etchings and oil paintings are directly redrawn and contextualized by Typex, offering an interesting game for the reader and her best friend, the search engine, to look for, find, and identify these references. One of my favorites is the scene when the painter is sketching his wife in an idyllic forest setting (on page 81). Having escaped from their own wedding, the pair chooses the company of vine over boring relatives and without us noticing, the famous portraits of Saskia with crazy headwear are born. And in case you really haven’t noticed, go back to page 71 to check.


Meanwhile, elsewhere:

—Reviews & Commentary. At The Atlantic, Sarah Boxer defends Snoopy against his detractors.

Rachel Cooke at The Guardian is really into Adrian Tomine’s Killing & Dying.

Vulture excerpts Paul Levitz’s new book on Will Eisner.

Ng Suat Tong writes about some little-known Frank Frazetta art featuring extreme racial stereotypes that is part of an auction next month. (Shades of Norman Spinrad’s Iron Dream.)

—Interviews & Profiles. If you were annoyed or offended by the recent New York Observer interview with Robert Crumb, you weren’t the only one: so was Crumb. He claims to have been misquoted repeatedly, and asked a friend to post an explanation of what happened.

It’s hard to say how much the distortions and words put in my mouth by [interviewer Jacques] Hyzagi were deliberate. He taped the interview but as English is not his first language it’s possible that he simply misunderstood some things and put his own interpretation on them. That’s possible. He sent me a first draft which was so bad that I rewrote some of it but was reluctant to mess with it too much for fear of offending him. He was “pissed off” anyway, accused me of being “manipulative” and trying to “control my image.” He did leave in most of my rewrites but he also put some things back in that I had taken out and even added things and did not send me a final draft before going to press. I didn’t even know the article was out until a friend told me he read it on the Internet. I regret now that I didn’t just rewrite the whole thing. It was badly written. It’s still not very good.

Artinfo talks to Leslie Stein.