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Palmers

Today on the site, Anya Davidson reviews Dan Clowes’ long-awaited Patience. 

The male ego gone awry has been a theme in Dan Clowes’ work since the beginning of his long and spectacular career. One thing that makes his best work so indispensable is his rigorous examination of the topic from many perspectives, both male and female. Even very troubled characters become sympathetic thanks to his uncanny ear for dialogue and his trenchant sense of humor.

And RJ Casey profiles the prolific young cartoonist Adam Buttrick. 

Buttrick is a 31-year-old Michigan native who for the past three years has made his home in Columbus, Ohio. He is married and studied Japanese and history in college. He has been drawing comics “in one form or another since childhood,” but says that he didn’t become serious about it until 2009, when he first attended, and was inspired by, the Toronto Comic Arts Festival. In just a few short years, he has garnered tremendous praise and appreciation: a “Notable Comics” recognition in The Best American Comics 2014, an Igantz Award nomination, a 17-page spread in The Best American Comics 2015, and an invitation to contribute in the next installment of Kramers Ergot.

Elsewhere:

I want to remind everyone again about the Queer Japan Kickstarter.

I also want to remind everyone to support National Treasure Ron Rege. Subscribe to his offering. 

The NYT covers the NY Review Comics imprint. And on the opposite end of the spectrum, Marvel CEO and renowned nice man is involved in something…weird.

 

There’s No Problem

Today on the site, Joe McCulloch is here with his usual indispensable guide to the Week in Comics — highlighting all the most interesting-sounding new books in stores. This week’s spotlight picks include books by Carlos Giménez and Jeff Nicholson.

Also, Brian Nicholson writes about Conor Stechschulte’s Generous Bosom #2.

Currently at the halfway point, even the relationships between characters still remain deliberately muddled. In some ways, the only certainty is of a single sex act, but only one character’s motivation for participating (it had been a while for the man, whose name is Glen), is 100% certain. The first issue primarily concerns itself with the recounting of this encounter, told by one man to another, with certain details left out. Visually, Stechschulte depicts a flashback to things as they actually occurred, a framing device that highlights the embarrassment felt by the protagonist by calling attention to the lies he tells.

The second issue is more opaque.

Meanwhile, elsewhere:

—News. Longtime Marvel artist Paul Ryan has passed away.

—Interviews & Profiles. At Vice, Nick Gazin interviews Peter Bagge, primarily about Hate.

Tell me about Buddy’s love of yellow food. This is one of my favorite details of Buddy’s personality.
My wife actually used to make fun of my “all-orange lunch” when I first met her: A carrot, an orange, and those orange-colored peanut butter and cheese flavored crackers that I’d buy from SVA’s vending machines.

At Rookie, Rachel Davies talks to Aidan Koch.

[Collaboration] is not something I could imagine happening, really. I have done a little bit of adapting other people’s work into a comic. That’s something that I find really exciting and cool because you’re working with someone who doesn’t have the same vision of it, or visuals associated with it. Whereas if you’re working with another visual artist, they’ll always have a certain design aesthetic that would be harder to compromise with—or at least I’d be harder to compromise with.

The Hollywood Reporter talks to Frank Miller.

It’s a little early to take [the presidential campaigns] seriously. I think it’s going to be a great time to be a cartoonist. You can’t come up with a greater buffoon than Donald Trump. The fact that he thinks he can be president of the United States is one the best jokes I’ve read in a long time. At least I hope.

The Comics Alternative podcast speaks to Evan Dorkin.

—Reviews & Commentary. Chris Mautner writes about the career of Michael DeForge.

Characters sweat a lot in Michael DeForge’s comics. Not the kind of flop sweat that traditional cartoon characters exhibit, with water droplets literally flying off the body in a halo formation, but beads of perspiration that cascade down the character’s face in such a plentiful supply that you sometimes wonder why there isn’t a puddle around the character’s feet.

What makes them sweat so much? Oh, you know, the usual. Your organs and flesh are slowly turning into leather and spikes. You had to join a secret mafia club in order to get your niece’s beloved clarinet. You’re an ant that’s overwhelmed by the meaningless of it all.

—Misc. The New York Times writes about the final volume of The Complete Peanuts, which is being introduced by President Obama.

“We’re an independent publisher: We have no backers, no investors. We have only the books we publish and our wits to fall back on,” Mr. Groth said. “We found ourselves in periodic financial crises. We published the ‘Peanuts’ right in the nick of time. It changed the fortunes of the company by allowing the company to continue to exist.”

Robert Beerbohm is holding an auction via Russ Cochran in order to raise funds for his daughter’s medical expenses.

—Video. Nicole Rudick interviewed Daniel Clowes at The Strand last week, and here’s the video:

 

Misdirection

Today on the site we have Zack Davisson on his process and philosophy of manga translations.

I’ve found out on Twitter than not many people know what a manga translator does. (Twitter was actually the genesis of this article. I thought a little education was in order.) People get caught up in industry terms like “translation” and “localization,” which are different in theory, but less so in practice. Many assume the editor does the heavy lifting, and all the translator does is provide a rough breakdown of vocabulary. But that’s not my experience. The main role of the editor is to chose the translator, manage the project, and then tidy up the finished comic. Never underestimate the importance of that first part. It’s probably the single most important decision that will be made once a comic is licensed. 

When they chose the translator, editors are choosing what kind of comic will eventually be made. Many readers don’t realize the amount of influence translators have over the finished comic. It’s true that some companies hire adapters to assist in the dialog. And there’s nothing wrong with that; Kelly Sue Deconnick got her start as a manga adaptor. But I don’t think it’s a common practice. I’ve only personally used an adaptor once, and most translators I know deliver a finished script that goes straight onto the page.

My job as a translator is to take all that context and language and reshape it into something that reads as if it was originally written in English. The Japanese script is my raw material. Along with translating the words on the page, I add context and create bridge sentences that might not have been in the original. I fill in gaps that would have been apparent to Japanese readers. And sometimes I rewrite things entirely. 

Elsewhere:

There’s no more important, responsible and relevant funding project right now than Queer Japan, from my pals and geniuses behind Massive Goods. 

For fun, and to brighten your day here’s Alex Kotzky.

Comics related: A fine group show in LA with work by Ben Jones, Jessica Ciocci, Andrew Jeffrey Wright, and others.

 

 

 

On the Wall

Today, Ron Goulart returns with the second installment in his “Connecticut Cartoonists” series, this time turning to the men behind Superman.

…[Wayne] Boring stayed on and became the chief artist on Superman. By the 1950s, he was allowed to sign his work. He drew many covers, did about half the comic book stories (with Al Plastino imitating him on quite a few others) and also did the newspaper strip until the late ’60s. Editor-in-Chief Mort Weisinger, a man not especially well-liked by many of his employees, was in charge of all things Superman. Boring told me that one day Weisinger called him into his office and fired him on the spot. A bit later, Stan Kaye, who was his primary inker, was also let go. Boring was one of the artists who initiated the trend for superheroes who looked like they worked out at the gym and certainly did a lot of weight lifting. Jim Steranko praised him in his history of comic books.

Boring then became a non-person as far as the then administration of DC was concerned. A hardcover book, Superman: From the 30s to the 70s, was published in 1971 and his well-known hands-on-hips portrait of Superman was used on the cover. There were also over eighty pages of his work in the compilation. But he was not mentioned at all, however, and neither were Siegel and Shuster. A rather strange omission. At a lunch with some Connecticut cartoonist, I brought my copy of the book to show Wayne. He never even knew about it. He went through it, talking about the cartoonists whose work was also included—Paul Cassidy, Leo Nowak and John Sikela. That evening he phoned to say that he was very upset about the fact that he got no credit for his work and nothing in the way of compensation. I suggested he might want to talk to a lawyer.


Meanwhile, elsewhere:


—Interviews & Profiles.
Craig Hubert talks to 2D Cloud cofounder Raighne Hogan.

Initially it was mostly just Maggie Umber and myself leading this vehicle from 2007-2010. Justin Skarhus, while with us from the beginning, became more involved over time. Roles have been sorta liquid. For our current incarnation, there’s sorta five of us — but we work very directly with the artists we sign, if that makes sense? Like, they work with us on production, marketing, social media, etc — we want them to be part of the conversation with these types of things. It’s important that their voice is a part of the process.

Andy Oliver interviews Austin English.

I also missed any distinction between comics and art books as I was growing up—my mom gave me Tintin, but she also had Matisse monographs laying around which she really loved. Books in general with images in them were very comforting to me as a kid, and somewhere along the line the two worlds blurred for me. I accept that for people in art and people in comics there are very clear borders, but I just never saw it that way.

April Kilcrease profiles Dan Clowes.

On a Sunday afternoon in 2010, the Oakland-based cartoonist Daniel Clowes wanted to watch a movie. But not just any movie. As he described it in a recent phone interview, he wanted to see one of “those weird science fiction movies” that they used to make in the Sixties and Seventies “that were sort of heady and cerebral,” like the Russian space station movie, Solaris, which probes ideas of memory, identity, and what it means to love someone, or The 10th Victim, a dystopian Italian film that mixes Pop Art decor with a plot centered on a televised assassination game. “I began thinking, ‘I wish there were more of those that I could rent,'” he said. “‘I guess I’ll do my own.'”

For The Paris Review, Sam Smith explores the history of Alfred E. Neuman.

For the half-length color painting of their red-haired mascot, [Al] Feldstein told Mingo that he didn’t want the boy to “look like an idiot—I want him to be lovable and have an intelligence behind his eyes. But I want him to have this devil-may-care attitude, someone who can maintain a sense of humor while the world is collapsing around him.” MAD insiders referred to the kid by various names—Mel Haney, Melvin Cowsnofsky—but when the magazine won legal rights to the face, he was officially christened Alfred E. Neuman. A pseudonym without a specific host, it was one of many counterfeit names used as running gags in the magazine.

Kim Janssen at The Chicago Tribune visits Quimby’s Bookstore.

Even as Amazon has driven far larger bookstore chains into bankruptcy, Quimby’s this year celebrates its 25th anniversary as the thriving hub for a community of self-publishers, a handful of whom were devoted enough to work on their zines at the store’s annual overnight “Zlumber Party.”

“Nobody here is about to become a millionaire,” said longtime store manager Liz Mason, 42, who describes the sleepover as her favorite event of the year. “But there are people who come to us from all over the world. They tell us they have a two-hour layover in Chicago and it’s just enough time to hop on a train and come down here. We’re a destination stop for cool people.”

—Funnies. Richard Sala recently began posting a new online series, The Bloody Cardinal. I love his serial work.

 

Made Myself

Today on the site: Monica Johnson on what she sees missing in current feminist comics. 

We seem to be experiencing a moment when all it takes for a comic to be classified as “feminist” is a woman author who tells her own story, or when female characters embody male-centric tropes of strength and power. That’s pretty limited criteria. I want better feminist comics than that, and that means demanding more complex and challenging narratives and characters. I don’t want feminist characters to read as “angry women” or “violent women,” but self-aware, articulate women who laugh, fart, and give birth way more often than they roundhouse kick.

Elsewhere:

Here’s an account of Carol Tyler’s recent event at the Billy Ireland Cartoon Library and Museum.

Philip Nel points out some recent Dr. Seuss footage that’s popped up online.

A tribute to Arnold Drake over at Comics Alliance.

Here’s a rare interview with veteran Swamp Thing veteran artist John Totleben.

 

Bradbury Building

Today, we present Annie Mok’s interview with K.L. Ricks, the New England-based cartoonist whose eerie, atmospheric comic for Hazlitt, “Country Darkness”, concludes with its third part next month.

I want the audience to know exactly what I mean. I want there to be almost no ambiguity, because it’s not written. There’s no, “she said sourly,” “she said slyly,” I want it to read. Also, always trying to push… I hope this is a good example: one of the things that I found appealing, and a lot of people find appealing about [Hellboy creator] Mike Mignola is how he gets image and weight across in his incredibly stylistic artwork. But that comes from decades of observing and drawing. He put in the work before he could strip it down and simplify it. That’s what I wanna go for: I observe, I draw. I’m always trying to learn new things and new ways. I’m always down to expand as an artist. I want to bring that into my work. And just keep evolving as an artist, and not stagnate. I’m always worried, like, “Oh, my character’s too stiff, and their mouth is not open enough!” So I’m always trying to push and expand.


Meanwhile, elsewhere:

—Interviews & Profiles. Alex Dueben talks to Tom Hart about his memoir, Rosalie Lightning.

Early when I thought I had to tell this story, I was going to tell as much of the horrible stuff as I could. That seemed like it was important. Maybe it was a perverse desire to make other people suffer, too. I don’t know. But at a certain point I realized that I had some scenes outlined that I didn’t want to draw. I didn’t want to draw them and I didn’t think anybody would want to read them. It made me think, this is the wrong stuff to include in the book. I’m not trying to tell the story exactly and I’m not trying to tell the worst of it. I needed to take a step back and figure out why I’m doing the book. I realized that it wasn’t about just depicting a bunch of horrible events. I think at that point I started acting a little more judicious in how I edited and what I took out.

Leslie Stein appears on Inkstuds.

—Misc. At Print, Michael Dooley writes briefly about the cartoons in Duke, a short-lived Playboy knockoff aimed at African American men.

For his day job in publishing, regular TCJ contributor Greg Hunter is looking for YA graphic novels, and holding an open call for submission.

 

Built Backyard

Today on the site the great Joe McCulloch comes through with the week in comics.

Elsewhere:

Speaking of Joe, the latest Kickstarter for Steve Ditko’s work is now online.

I’ll take a post on Dean Cornwell most anytime.

Nathan Gelgud draws the Oscars.

Here’s a look at Paul Gravett’s female cartoonists exhibition.

 

Bump

Today we are publishing Rob Kirby’s interview with Robert Triptow, the longtime cartoonist who recently came back to attention with a new graphic novel, Class Photo.

My history is that I didn’t get out there and force my work on people, I guess. I’ve never been good at writing book proposals and being a salesman. I’ve really had to do promo lately for Class Photo, but it’s hard. I not-so-privately suffer from low self-esteem and generally can’t stand the sight of my own work until years later. I’ve been poorly trained to be a published artiste by parents who trashed my childhood drawings because they couldn’t relate to creativity. When I was growing up, a phrase I heard too many times was, “You’re the best artist I’ve ever met, BUT…” and then it would be all my failings in life. It was an all-jock family. Drawing was not valued.

Certainly I’ve enjoyed positive feedback, but many bricks have been thrown my way. It’s discouraging, to say the least, when you take a finished job in to your publisher and hear nothing but complaints about it — that was my experience with Gay Comix. I was dissatisfied with the hurried nature of my work in that publication anyway, and I didn’t feel like I connected with readers, I was too cynical and harsh. Also, there was never enough money paid to even feed me while I worked. On top of all were the people who regarded the work as pornography. It’s not very encouraging to be told you’ve disgraced your relatives and actually been disowned for cartooning. It’s already a challenge to sell a project to a cash-strapped publisher without all of that weighing one down.

We are also republishing Dan Nadel’s 2003 interview with Brian Chippendale from The Comics Journal 256, to coincide with the release of his new collection, Puke Force.

NADEL: How did Fort Thunder snowball as it did?

CHIPPENDALE:
Fort Thunder started in September 1995. I’d been in Lightning Bolt, which is me and Brian Gibson — and a since departed singer, Hisham Baroocha, another RISD student who now plays drums for the band Black Dice — since December ’94. Lightning Bolt practiced there, and we were there for five-and-a-half years and played 110 shows in that time. We had the space, and it was what we always wanted to do. We had bands come, and we had two-thirds of a whole floor of the building. About a year later, the landlord said he was going to move these other people into this other third, and put a hallway across our space to the fire escape. And so we told him, “No no no! We’ll take it. We’ll find our own people.” That’s when Jim Drain, Brian Ralph and Paul Lyons moved in. They were a little younger than us. I kind of knew Brian Ralph; he was the Fireball guy. Paul, I kind of knew; we hung out on occasion. Everyone hung out a little bit. It’s a small school. Jim, I didn’t really know very well, except that he was a guy that had smashed a window once at our place. They moved in around the beginning of the second year. We went up to seven people, and then Fred moved out. There was one room that was cursed, with this turnover of people. I think Fort Thunder, over the whole period, had about 24 people that came and went.

Meanwhile, elsewhere:

—News. Mark Fiore has won the Herblock Prize.

The L.A. Times has announced the nominees for their annual book prize, including five graphic novels.

—Commentary. Paul Gravett writes about the underappreciated German artist Charlotte Salomon.

Susana Polo looks at the subscription-based digital comics service, Stela. The comics themselves don’t seem particularly enticing (to me), but this is probably the general direction things are headed…

—Misc. Mike Lynch resurrects a 1964 Mad magazine feature in which six cartoonists—Schulz, Lazarus, Walker, Ernst, Saunders, and Kelly—drew the strips they would really like to have been making.