THIS WEEK IN COMICS! (2/13/13 – New Touch City)
Everyone wants to know the future of comics. Here’s one of ’em.
Everyone wants to know the future of comics. Here’s one of ’em.
France! Teach me to kiss, France!
My ostensible reason for teaching serialization in the first place was that I felt an obligation to discuss the history of the floppy, but my students don’t care at all about that history.
It’s that time again: time for me to read a bunch of webcomics at random and tell you what I think of them.
A deep dive into digital manga pours out into an alternative newspaper reunion, and other things adrift.
Image Comics: The Movie
There’s a scene in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom where one of the bad guys tries to press Indy’s face against a conveyor belt that would pretty much sand off his skin. Your first glimpse of a Heather Benjamin drawing feels something like that.
Pucker up for DIRTY COMICS in this week’s erotic voyage toward… categorization!
The John Byrne comic that nearly broke this column’s back.
A multi-generational strip recalled.
Richard Gehr talks to Jack Ziegler, whose innovative cartoons, often on the topics of food, cowboys and classical literature, have populated The New Yorker for thirty years.
PARENTS: Is *this* the kind of girl your son is dating? A shocking cautionary tale inside!
The three weeks at ACA are over.
The comics of 2013 are off to an … excellent start.
Road trip to Gainesville.
That grubby minicomic you grabbed off the bar, or found plugging the vent in the convention hall bathroom, which made no sense to you at the time, and probably makes even less now, was likely signed Dongery.
Work and play in Florida.
The residents settle in…
Several indelicate thrusts toward a taxonomy of experiential comics, starring the young and the dead.
The first day of Gabrielle Gamboa’s diary, documenting her residency at the Atlantic Center of the Arts last fall.
2012: there weren’t a lot of great comics, but there were a few, and there were quite a lot of really good comics. Very, very few of them came out of left field, which is to be expected–the internet certainly blesses us with access to new talent, but it can’t create new talent, and the… Read more »
That sure is a lot of comics piled up. Only the snowbound would have time to read ’em all. And only the snow plow could afford ’em. Provided he or she is charging by the flake.