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There’s Power in a Name: Seth on His Twenty-Year Project, Clyde Fans

After twenty years, Seth’s Clyde Fans sees publication this month from Drawn & Quarterly. In this extensive conversation, he talks about the story, the work that went into it…as well as David Lynch, likable characters, the mysteries of writing, God & Chester Brown. Continue reading

 

Kazuo Koike, 1936-2019

Remembering the writer of Lone Wolf and Cub, Crying Freeman, Lady Snowblood, and many more things than were deemed fit for our local eyes. Continue reading

 

“I’m Very Interested in Cartooning as a Language”: Sloane Leong Talks to Antonio Hitos

Cartoonist and critic Leong is speaking with the her fellow artists-in-residence at the Maison de Auteurs in Angouleme, France. This week, she talks to Hitos about his “Noise” project, Charles Schulz, and whether or not he’s being too strict with himself. Continue reading

 

So British, So French: Posy Simmonds & Catherine Meurisse Do Pulp

This year’s Pulp Festival revolves around new books and exhibits by and about two pioneering artists, Simmonds and Meurisse, and we caught up with both of them. Continue reading

 

Kicks

Pondering the lessons of Malcolm Whyte’s Art Out of Chaos. Continue reading

 

Today’s National Cartoonists Society: A Conversation with Steve McGarry

Steve McGarry talks about the future of the National Cartoonists Society, their festival, and what they’re doing to prove they aren’t just “old white guys who make comic strips”. Continue reading

 

“What’s Your Secret?”: Sloane Leong Talks to Rebecca Roher

In the first of a series, cartoonist and critic Sloane Leong spoke with the her fellow artists-in-residence at the Maison de Auteurs in Angouleme, France. This week, she’s speaking with Rebecca Roher about Roher’s One Hundred Year Old Wisdom project. Continue reading

 

Excerpt: Meat and Bone

Thanks to our friends at Conundrum Press, the Comics Journal is pleased to share this excerpt from Kat Verhoeven’s Meat and Bone, to be released this May. Continue reading