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It’s Tuesday, which means it’s time for Joe McCulloch to provide a guide to this week’s most intriguing new comics releases, including Sean Ford’s Only Skin and Charles Burns’s Sugar Skull.

And speaking of Sugar Skull, we also have a more thorough review of the conclusion to the Nitnit trilogy, written by the great Richard Gehr. Here’s a bit of what he has to say:

Could the colorful Hergé-inspired trilogy Charles Burns concludes with Sugar Skull be read as a formally audacious sequel to his black-and-white masterpiece Black Hole? “A hole is never just a hole,” Burns has said of the series, which launched in 2010 with X’ed Out and continued two years later with The Hive. And the lacunae, tunnels, cavities, orifices, and other absences so present in these three books cover a lot of the same creepy-ass territory as their diseased-adolescence predecessor – although his trademark meticulously rendered deformities are relegated to a fantasy realm. This time around the emphasis is on the biological consequences of the sexual desires thrumming though Burns’s young fertile creatures.

Besides providing a delightfully Freudian read with heavy emotional repercussions, Sugar Skull also offers a final opportunity to enjoy the trilogy in all its fine Franco-Belgian drag prior to the inevitable single-volume repack. Hergé has been called a thieving magpie of imagery, and Burns wreaks artistic justice by inverting both Hergé’s narrative style and star. Tintin becomes Nitnit, the oneiric representation of Doug, whose three-stage development from the late-seventies art-punk wannabe who calls himself Johnny 23 to a slacker record-store clerk several years later is chronicled. Snowy the dog becomes Inky the cat, who leads Nitnit down a grungy hole on X’ed Out‘s first page and returns for the trilogy’s uncanny conclusion. (Burns’s books are also littered with desert skeletons reminiscent of the dead dromedaries Hergé snagged from photographer J. Pascal Sebah and dropped into The Crab With the Golden Claws.)


Meanwhile, elsewhere:

—SPX. This was the first SPX in something like a decade that I wasn’t able to attend, and of course the Social Media has made it seem like the most entertaining ever. As Joe mentions in his column, if all goes well, he will have a report from SPX up for us later this week. We also plan to publish another SPX report in a different mode, from Whit Taylor (who you may remember from her excellent piece on the Comics & Medicine festival earlier this year). In the meantime, we’ll all have to make do with what we can find elsewhere online, including Brigid Alverson’s photo report from the Ignatz Awards.

—Interviews. Tim O’Shea talks to the Magic Whistle artist (and occasional TCJ contributor) Sam Henderson.

The aforementioned Charles Burns talks briefly with Françoise Mouly and Mina Kaneko about the connection between Sugar Skull and Tintin.

Zachary Clemente catches up with Annie Koyama.

And my coeditor Dan talks to ARTnews about his What Nerve! show.

—News. The Pulitzer-winning political cartoonist Tony Auth has passed away. Here’s his home paper obituary.

After 40+ years, a lot of Maurice Sendak work is leaving the Rosenbach Museum, in order eventually to become part of a planned Sendak museum in Connecticut.

—Reviews & Commentary. The New Yorker has a long piece by Jill Lepore on the hidden history of Wonder Woman (with a cameo from Margaret Sanger). I assume this is either an excerpt or includes material from her upcoming much-anticipated book on the same subject.

Domingos Isabelinho writes about Brian Evenson’s book on Chester Brown. (I think he’s right about those intestines.)

Bobsy gives the Mindless Ones treatment to Multiversity #1.

Sean Kleefeld talks about the complicated promotional strategies that Marvel has to pursue in order to get its cinematic house in order.

 

This Thing Happened

Today on the site:

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.

 

Forward to the Past

Fantagraphics is launching a new imprint, Fantagraphics Underground, which will publish books with potentially low commercial appeal in very small print runs. You can read their press release about the announcement here. It’s an interesting idea, but one that inspired more than a few questions. Dan posed them to Gary Groth last night, and you can read that interview today. Here’s a small taste:

DN: Who is the editorial director of this imprint?

Gary Groth: I am.

Why [lead off with] Fukitor? That seems like a particularly controversial choice.

Both books could be considered controversial choices. One is certainly a prime example of transgressive art and the other is a relentless attack on modernist art and beloved and successful artists such as Warhol, de Kooning, and Schnabel. I’m glad you asked me this because I’ve been wrestling with this for awhile. Jim Rugg, an artist I like and respect, was the prime mover behind Fukitor (he edited the collection). I am admittedly more ambivalent about it than Jim, who is a passionate advocate, but I ultimately concluded that its mockery and ridicule of the more idiotic aspects of pop culture makes it worthwhile (and funny). I know, of course, that that is not everyone’s interpretation, and I don’t discount the possibility that it is both a symptom of as well as a response to a rancid pop culture, which makes it a more difficult work to navigate.

I think it’s a publisher’s obligation to take risks; I could probably publish safe, respectable “literary” comics or solid, “good,” uncontroversial comics for the rest of my life. I think it’s important, personally and professionally, to occasionally get outside your comfort zone.

We also have Dominic Umile’s review of Michael Cho’s new Shoplifter, the latest comics publication from major publisher Pantheon, and I believe their first comics debut. (Certainly one of their first.) Here’s some of that review:

The budding kleptomania in Shoplifter isn’t as extreme a case as the one that Canadian comics creator Pascal Girard recounts in 2014’s funny and also love-and-misdemeanor-driven Petty Theft, but like Girard’s Sarah, who calls book-stealing “a bit of a rush,” Corrina Park finds comfort in the inherent sense of danger. Exiting the store with stolen goods is a break from the hours she spends fantasizing about leading an isolated novelist’s life or mulling her own overt difficulty with interaction: “I’m so bad at groups,” she confesses. “Sometimes when everyone is talking, I start to get self-conscious.” Peeking out from under a head of black bobbed hair that never quite crests the shoulders of her peers, Park is cast as diminutive, disconnected, and alone, even in an enormous city that’s overrun with people.


Meanwhile, elsewhere:


—More Mouly.
Alex Dueben talks to Françoise Mouly about the expansion of her Toon Books.

—More SPX. Chris Mautner has some advice for attendees.

—Reviews & Commentary. Pascal Wyse at The Guardian looks at the way cities have been portrayed in comics, from Batman to the work of Sophie Yanow.

Rob Clough looks at recent work by Sam Alden.

Virgil Texas straight-facedly considers how comic strips remembered 9/11, and finds Garfield lacking.

Dana Jennings at the New York Times considers two recent reprints of EC war comics.

—Spending Opportunities. Top Shelf is having their annual massive $3 sale.

Gabrielle Bell is selling original art from her July Diary series on her site.

—Misc. Zainab Akhtar got Michael DeForge to give a photographic tour of his comics collection. I like his organizational style.

The whole weird Greg Theakston/Kirby Museum art borrowing controversy continues to grow and mutate. John Morrow spoke up about it yesterday.

—Video. Finally, courtesy of the Los Angeles Review of Books, here’s Ben Katchor:

 

What I’d Like To See

Today on the site we have new contributor Hazel Cills writing about Yumi Sakugawa’s I Think I’m In Friend Love With You.

The ways in which people express and compartmentalize their loneliness is comic artist Yumi Sakugawa’s thematic trademark. Her viral mini-comic I Think I’m In Friend Love With You, a neatly drawn love letter seemingly drafted especially for the world’s most introverted, is perhaps the work she’s most known for. But her latest, Never Forgets, is an exploration of a more abstract strain of alienation, the sort of bodily disconnect that forces a woman to efface herself to become a more admired, “true self.”

Ken Parille takes a look at some usual problems for new comics in 2014.

In this column, I typically look at cartoonists, artists, and comics that I like, focusing on those that do interesting things in unusual ways. This time, I examine five recent comics that didn’t work for me. I tackle a specific problem in each narrative that represents the comic’s larger troubles, as I see them. I conclude by recommending a few new books and answering the question, “Who is the best American-comics-influenced British writer?”

Elsewhere:

Monday is the deadline for the latest round of enrollment for Frank Santoro’s Correspondence Course.

Jerry Beck has a fine book review round-up on recent publications by Barks, Rosa, Friedman and others.

Paul Gravett interviews Keiichi Tanaami, the Japanese psychedelic artist who has experienced a surprising resurgence over the last decade, and who I published in The Ganzfeld and Electrical Banana.

Hey, you can now get a gander at the Fantagraphics Complete Zap set. the astonishing comics aside, Patrick Rosenkranz’s oral history is great. Is it expensive? Yes, yes it is. But you can also buy the comics for less than $20 if you want to go that route.

The Guinness World Records organization and proclaimed this man to have the world’s largest comic book collection.

 

An Experiment with Time

It’s always a good day when another Paul Tumey column comes down the pike, and today is a good day. He’s talking about Alley Oop:

It was the Dr. Who of the 1940s, a comic strip that traveled though history with verve and panache — not to mention lots of wisecracks. Only, instead of charming, eccentrically dressed Englishmen wielding sonic screwdrivers, there was a practically naked caveman with a stone ax. Begun in 1932 by Vincent Trout Hamlin (1900-1993), Alley Oop continues to this day, ably written and drawn by Jack and Carole Bender and appearing in about 600 newspapers.

Alley Oop is an iconic American newspaper comic strip character. His nipple-less, six-packed, Popeye-armed body is as memorable and weird as Dick Tracy’s hooked nose and Little Orphan Annie’s blank eyes. No history of 20th century American comics, no matter how slight, would be credible if it didn’t include Alley Oop. Aside from that iconic status, why should anyone today care about the early years of this ancient, dusty comic strip?

For me, a comics nut who was occasionally and momentarily drawn in by Hamlin’s singular visual language, but never fully “got”Alley Oop before, the answer lies in the strip’s seventh year, a good chunk of which can now be found between the slate grey covers of Alley Oop 1939 (Dean Mullaney, editor, introduction by Michael H. Price, IDW Library of American Comics Essentials, 2013). This spiffy little volume presents, with the typical smart design and good production qualities we’ve come to associate with Dean Mullaney’s Library of American Comics books, the daily episodes of the strip’s first time travel adventure, from March 6, 1939 to March 23, 1940. You read that right: time travel.

Meanwhile, elsewhere:

—News.
After many years of avoiding commentary on Israel, Art Spiegelman has provided an illustration for a Nation article on the conflict in Gaza. He shared the art (and some of his thoughts) on this Facebook post. The Forward (the Jewish paper which originally ran his In the Shadow of No Towers) has more on the story.

—Podcasts. Roz Chast makes an appearance on Gil Roth’s great Virtual Memories podcast.

Roman Muradov made me laugh out loud two or three times on his episode of Inkstuds.

I also very much recommend the Tom Scioli/Ed Piskor episode of Tell Me Something I Don’t Know, though the spirited defense of Rob Liefeld near the end of it left me feeling a little underwhelmed. Artists legitimately get their inspiration from all kinds of sources, which I’d never want to question, but I didn’t really get any idea why the general reader (and particularly one who didn’t grow up at just the right time) would want to read Liefeld. This isn’t aimed at Ed P., who said he wasn’t interested in convincing anyone, but any others out there who want to spread the word on Liefeld (I hear scattered reports of their existence) should try to get more specific about what’s so great about him if they want to raise his stock. You know, make the case. What Liefeld stories (or pages or panels) might convert a skeptic? If he’s really worthwhile as an artist, it shouldn’t be impossible to communicate why.

—Reviews & Commentary.
The film critic Jonathan Rosenbaum has reprinted a 1980 essay he wrote on the legacy of MAD magazine, on the release of the awful Up the Academy movie.

Literary blogger Ed Champion thinks Michael Cho’s Shoplifter finds the cartoonist pulling his punches.

Interviews. Tom Spurgeon talks to Françoise Mouly. Alex Dueben talks to Farel Dalrymple and Eleanor Davis.

—Spending Opportunities.
Sparkplug Books is running a modest Kickstarter to fund their fall line.

—SPX Previews. Rob Clough has posted his annual list of creators and publishers to seek out at SPX. Calvin Reid at Publishers Weekly has an article on the festival’s 20th anniversary. Panel Patter has a slew of SPX coverage up, including Rob Kirby’s interview with Sophie Yanow, and Whit Taylor’s interview with Josh Bayer.

 

Robust for Sleeping

It’s Joe McCulloch with your week in comics!

Elsewhere:

The closing of the comic book store Bigkatt’s, and the effect of that closing on the community.

This is a fun and groovy anecdote about a very early Bill Griffith drawing of Mick Jagger.

Here’s a nice profile of Gary Panter on the occasion of his new painting show.

Here’s another take on the Friedman and Beauchamp comic book history books.

 

Needles

Good morning and sorry for the somewhat late blog post — I plead unexpected automotive problems. Today we have Sophie Yanow’s interview with Simon Hanselmann. Here’s a bit of that:

What is this wedding you’re doing [at SPX]?

I was joking about having a fake wedding, and then Cohen at Fantagraphics got really excited about it and said, “We’ll do it, it’ll be real.” It’s a publicity stunt, basically. I’m going to buy a wedding dress. Grant and I have to get drunk and go to the wedding dress strip and buy a wedding dress. I’m worried about how much it’s going to cost. It’s a fake wedding; DeForge is my best man. It was going to be officiated by Gary Groth, but I think Chris Mautner is doing it now, from Comic Book Resources. There’s going to be cake, balloons, I’m getting married to comics. It’s going to be a beautiful, emotional, symbolic kind of tribute to my love of the craft. I’m kind of nervous about it now, because I kind of have to write it, like it’s a comedy bit in a way. And it’s very heartfelt in a way. I’m kind of a bit crazy. It will have meaning to me, but it’s just kind of a lark as well. I’m going to do a talk at Parsons, I’ve got my list of all the stuff I have to do, I’m going to do Gridlords.

Yeah, Gridlords is fun.

I think DeForge has organized like ten gigs, playing music. I’ve got so much to do in three and a half weeks, and I’m trying to get 8 weeks ahead on Vice, and I’m going stir crazy in this little prison cell of my own making.

Are you going to be playing those shows too?

Yeah, I’m doing all of them. I play music, I’m terrible.

I listened to it, I liked it. I like noisy stuff.

Yeah, I mean, I hang around with people in bands and that make music, so I just try and do it. When I lived in the UK I did a lot of gigs. I played the Big Chill, a big weird festival. There’s like Glastonbury, and the Big Chill. Somehow I ended up playing there with Lily Allen and Kelis. It was weird, and I played a lot of gigs, but they were terrible. Sometimes people wouldn’t want to pay me, like I’d hang around and be like, “C’mon, I want my hundred pounds. AHEM. You heard my MySpace, you heard what I sounded like, you knew what you were in for.” I’m nervous about it because I haven’t played gigs for a long time. My old band got back together recently. But we just get really drunk and it’s very shambolic. And it’s kind of mean as well. Horse Mania, my band, is weird. My friend Karl Von Bamberger is weird. It’s very confronting and really tests the audience. So I don’t know how it’ll go with Creep Highway. Yeah, people are mean in Australia. People like mean stuff.


Meanwhile, elsewhere:

—Anne Ishii talks to Michael DeForge.

—Rob Clough writes about Drew Friedman’s Heroes of the Comics.

—BuzzFeed of all places has a history of Viz.

—And finally, the New York Review of Books has unlocked a 1985 essay on Peanuts and Krazy Kat by Umberto Eco. Nicole Rudick shared some thoughts on the Eco piece here.

 

Block Envy

Well, I’m in Providence for a week to install my exhibition, What Nerve! So I come to you from deep within a Hampton Inn hotel room. It’s cold in here! Last night I went to a music show organized by Carlos Gonzalez over at CF’s place. Here’s a bad photo of the flyer:photoI was allllmost the oldest person there, topped by the only other people I knew: Brian Chippendale and Ara Peterson. Old old old.

Here are some Forcefield dudes in mid-installation. photo 2

Here’s a detail of Jack Kirby’s Dream Machine, which I’ve been living with for two days. It does not ever get old. photo 3

OK, enough of me… today on the site:

Speaking of Providence, here’s Rob Clough on U.D.W.F.G.

That Fort Thunder aesthetic is kept alive in the Italian anthology series U.D.W.F.G (Under Dark Weird Fantasy Grounds). Editor and publisher Michele Nitri is obviously enamored of this style of storytelling, as he’s published the first chapters of five different serials from five different artists all working in this style. Brinkman is the name most familiar to English-speaking audiences, though his visual approach will appear startlingly different to anyone who hasn’t been following him in recent years. The visuals in his serial “Cretin Keep on Creepin’ Creek” are dark grey smudges with a dense, black background. The video game and superhero comic elements present in his earlier work have been mostly expunged in favor of a soupy, atmospheric approach. The visuals are actually quite similar to the work he did for the Cave Evil game a couple of years ago.

And here’s Sean T. Collins on Molly Colleen O’Connell’s Don’t Tell Mom.

In Don’t Tell Mom, Molly Colleen O’Connell successfully realigns form and function: She grants the poetically absurd sexts featured on each of this zine’s drawings of cellphones the power to derange not only the physical objects that convey them, but logic and language themselves. The message, about the distorting influence of sexual desire, is received loud and clear.

Elsewhere:

The Brooklyn Book Festival has released its slate of programming, including a panel moderated by our own Nicole Rudick.

I always love caricatures on restaurant walls, and The Palm had tons, including many by famous cartoonists. Well, not for long

The Sunday Press is having a helluva sale on its inventory of gorgeous and enormous books.