"Thrill Someone You Love..." COMICS! Sometimes It's The Other Stuff That Catches The Eye!

Well, I finally got The Haunted Scanner working so naturally I diddled and faffed around with it a bit. Put it through its paces and all that. Rather than have that time be classed as wasted I thought I'd share with you, the peoples of the World, some of the neglected visual delights within a bunch of 1971/1972 Marvel Comics. Adverts, I'm talking about adverts there. Look, it's probably better than you fear but not as good as you hope. I can't say fairer than that. So let's skip back to the dawn of the 1970s via a scanner and some stapled and browning paper. In a way, it's a kind of time machine. Maybe. Oh, it's not making it any better is it? Anyway, this... Photobucket "The Frightened Man" by Jack Kirby & Stan Lee (?)

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From "Only One Is Human" (by Don Heck & Stan Lee ( I don't know, maybe?))

And like any pretence as to a point or purpose of any kind - I'm gone!

Next time there might even be something about COMICS!!!

Linkbait!

I think I will have some reviews up Very Soon (maybe even today, if I follow the plan in my head), but in the meantime, here's a little link bait of stuff that's been sitting around in my browser and made me think a little or a lot:

The first link you're probably already seen and read, since everyone else has linked it, but I was impressed by Jim Zub's analysis of costs for printing comics. The reason I bring it up here is that I think that it needs to be completely underlined that most of the other legs of the chair ALSO make very small amounts of money from straight publishing in the kind of low circulation world that Jim accurately describes -- publisher, distributor, retailer, none of US are making any money from 5k-and-under books either. In fact, you might recall that my last Tilting was about how even books selling under 30k are breaking the periodical market at this point for the big publishers. The problem is the same at the bottom end of the ecosystem -- too many people putting out too much material that's only marginally commercial, and since we don't have any (good) filter for access-to-the-market, the stuff that's actually got a chance (like SKULLKICKERS!), gets crowded out for anyone without the fortitude to play the Long Game (and, let's be realistic, even then...)

A lot of people in Zub's thread are going "hey what about digital?" and while this is not strictly the same thing, I want to make sure that people say this essay by Damon Krukowski of the band Galaxie 500 about what "streaming" services generate for musicians. I have to imagine that the economic picture on TV and film, be it through something like Hulu or Netflix or whatever, is pretty equally bad.  My favorite paragraph is this one:

"Or to put it in historical perspective: The "Tugboat" 7" single, Galaxie 500's very first release, cost us $980.22 for 1,000 copies-- including shipping! (Naomi kept the receipts)-- or 98 cents each. I no longer remember what we sold them for, but obviously it was easy to turn at least a couple bucks' profit on each. Which means we earned more from every one of those 7"s we sold than from the song's recent 13,760 plays on Pandora and Spotify. Here's yet another way to look at it: Pressing 1,000 singles in 1988 gave us the earning potential of more than 13 million streams in 2012. (And people say the internet is a bonanza for young bands...)"

I also really liked this post by Hilary Smith discussing how an author or a work's social media profile doesn't necessarily have anything to do with its sales. PARTS of the promise of digital are clearly a chimera.

I suspect everyone who comes here is also a Beat regular, and has thusly read Grant Morrison's response to the allegations that his work is derived from Alan Moore's, was, I think, my favorite read of the week. If you haven't already discovered it: you're welcome.

Finally, I was mesmerized by this post on Rock, Paper, Shotgun of how video games can open you in astonishing ways to new worlds. I thought it was a powerful and touching piece.

 

"Clean Living." PEOPLE! Sometimes It's 62 Years of Howard Victor Chaykin!

Just a quick Happy Birthday to Howard Victor Chaykin who is 62 years of age this day! Photobucket Cheers!

A slightly cheekier Birthday greeting below the break.

Happy Birthday Howard Victor Chaykin!

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I will MAKE them honour you!

Best wishes from JohnK (UK) and the whole of COMICS!!!

Edited three panels from THE SHADOW: BLOOD AND JUDGEMENT (1986)by Howard Victor Chaykin, Ken Bruzenak & Alex Wald. Rude panel from LEGEND (2005)by Howard Victor Chaykin, Russ Heath, Rob Leigh & Wildstorm FX.

(Hey Kids! Have I told you about LEGEND? Oh boy, just you wait, kids. Just you wait. It's bonkers!)

"WAM!" PEOPLE! A King is Born!

On August 28th 1917 Jacob Kurtzberg was born. As Jack Kirby he changed the shape of comics. You may have heard of him. This time out I take a back seat and let Jack Kirby speak for himself in the language in which he was most fluent; the language of  COMICS!!! Photobucket

But first, Jack Kirby's granddaughter has a message for his fans HERE.

And now our Feature Presentation:

Jack Kirby (1917 - 1994)

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All images were sourced from:

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JACK KIRBY'S THE LOSERS By Jack Kirby, Mike Royer and D. Bruce Berry DC Comics, $39.99 (2009)

Happy Birthday, Jack Kirby (1917 – 1994) for you are forever EXCELLENT!!! (With apologies to the work of Clive James.)

"..Towards A Life Of Peace And Justice For All Mankind." PEOPLE! A Brief Farewell To Joe Kubert.

On August 12th 2012 Joe Kubert died. I wrote what follows as a kind of farewell to Joe Kubert. Then I realised it isn't really a farewell, because his work remains and I'll be reading it until I'm no longer around either. So, I guess it's a kind of thank you instead. The kind he'll never read but the kind I need to say. The selfish kind then but it's also the genuine kind so I guess it balances out?

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On August 12th 2012 Joe Kubert died.

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Don't worry, this isn't going to be  a long one.  Nor is it going to be bombastic like my Kirby stuff, because bombast doesn't strike me as being very Joe Kubert. I didn't know the man but he seems to have been  pretty grounded. The kind who'd look after his own and himself, and if there was anything left he'd hold out a hand to you and yours too. Luckily for a lot of people there was a lot of Joe Kubert left to go around, enough that he even opened a school. You want to talk about giving something back to comics? You want to talk about building a future for comics? You want to be talking about Joe Kubert. As I say though, he looked after himself too. Which means that there's no depressing story concerning his treatment by the Industry. In fact it means that there are a whole bunch of books with this delightful stamp on them:

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Joe Kubert seems to have been one of the few to have met the Industry on its own terms and not just survived but prospered. Mind you he got in there early and he seems to have set his feet and tucked in his chin right from the start. The fact Joe Kubert's example is such a lonely one suggests you have to be Joe Kubert to do that, but things are changing and maybe Joe Kubert's exception will become the rule.

My primary consumption of Kubert's art was through his covers. These things were wonders to me in my youth. Over here in the UK distribution of US comics was spotty at best so I imagine there were more than a few of my generation who grew up spinning their own lurid nonsense and attaching it mentally to tiny reproductions of imagination snagging covers. For me Joe Kubert's covers were  so striking that many embedded themselves in my brain only to detonate years later. When the Dark Horse TARZAN collections were announced in 2005 I pounced on them, driven by the suppressed need to discover the contents behind those incredible '70s covers that had taunted my childish eyes decades before. Kubert drew and edited those books and I had no idea, as much as I loved his art, how incredible that stuff was. If you like Joe Kubert you need those books. I read that Kubert himself went all out on them, so, you know, there can't be many higher recommendations for such unjustly neglected work.

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Because, yeah, Joe Kubert edited as well as drew and wrote comics. He was a tough editor by all accounts, I know he gave Russ Heath a larruping for lateness and then there was that time he riled Alex Toth, although I believe Alex Toth was hardly the most unrileable of men. He took it all seriously and as a result his books were seriously good. He'll probably be best remembered for the war books he produced with Kanigher and while these are usually mocked as gung-ho and compared unfavourably to Kurtzman's (incredible) EC books, it's good to remember that DC wasn't EC. Fact is that when Kubert took over the editing he immediately stuck "Make War No More" at the end of every yarn. Given the corporate constrictions he was working under Joe Kubert always tried to do the best, most wholesome and educational work he could. I have deliberately used two hokey terms there, two terms practically guaranteed to have you waving your hands before your rolling eyes, and I have done so on purpose. Because, yes, Joe Kubert's work can appear a bit stolid, a bit too Dad. The fact that this constant undercurrent of morality remained right to the end of his work is worth celebrating even if at times it is a little heavy handed for modern minds. He meant well and it rarely got in the way of his two-fisted tales. Because the primary attraction was his art and his art was powerful enough to blast apart any other reservations.

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Because his art is glorious. Given time enough Kubert would bring you back perfection. But artists of Kubert's generation rarely had time enough. One of the (maybe even the)  prime defining aspects of their art is this very lack of time. The need for speed was possibly the most influential factor in the art of Kubert's generation. And Kubert was quick. Kubert was also gifted enough to be quick and good. Most of the time he was great but he was rarely less than good. Look at Kubert's art at DC when he was at his most prolific and people today can have a real good time picking it apart. But you have to look at it for a fair bit before you can do that. Kubert was so good that he could approximate reality so convincingly he didn't need to make it look real. Every line was a kind of trick he convinced the reader to play on themselves, and the audience was always willing to go along because every line promised it would be worth it. And it was. That's not faint praise either, his work was belted out at a rate of knots and its true excellence is in how excellent it is at merely suggesting excellence. But he had to be excellent in the first place to even approach that. Like I say given time enough not even these caveats are necessary. See the art in DONG XAOI, TEX and his TOR series of 1993 and 2008  to see what Joe Kubert could do when he could lay it down at his own sweet pace. And TARZAN of course. Truly Joe Kubert's art was a gift to us all.

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So, just some brief words there about Joe Kubert. Not comprehensive in the slightest, little more than perfunctory in fact given the scope of his career. But the words were meant in sincere tribute. Joe Kubert enriched my life and th elives of thousands of others with his art. Joe Kubert was an artist, a husband, a father and a teacher. His work encompassed a multitude of genres: war, western, superhero, barbarians, and on and on to versatility's end. He wrote, he edited and he drew comics.  Man, he really drew those comics. Boy, those comics.

Joe Kubert.

He made ink sing.

Goodnight and thank you, Joe Kubert.

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Joe Kubert (1926 - 2012).

All scans taken from TOR Volumes 1,2 and 3 published by DC Comics/The Joe Kubert Library. Tor was created by Joe Kubert.

If you wish to talk about Joe Kubert in the comments do feel free to do so. Otherwise, i wish you all good health and plenty of fine, fine COMICS!!!

Arriving 5/23/2012

Comics. Comics! COMICS!

ALL STAR WESTERN #9 (NIGHT OF THE OWLS) AMAZING SPIDER-MAN #686 ENDS AQUAMAN #9 ARCHIE #633 ASTONISHING X-MEN #50 BART SIMPSON COMICS #71 BATMAN INCORPORATED #1 BATMAN THE DARK KNIGHT #9  (NIGHT OF THE OWLS) CAPTAIN AMERICA #12 CAPTAIN AMERICA AND HAWKEYE #631 CAVEWOMAN MUTATION #2 CHEW #26 CROSSED BADLANDS #6 DARK HORSE PRESENTS #12 DEADPOOL #55 DOMINIQUE LAVEAU VOODOO CHILD #3 DOROTHY AND WIZARD IN OZ #7 (OF 8) ELEPHANTMEN #39 ELRIC THE BALANCE LOST #10 FABLES #117 FANTASTIC FOUR #606 FLASH #9 FURY OF FIRESTORM THE NUCLEAR MEN #9 GODZILLA ONGOING #1 GREEN HORNET #25 GREEN LANTERN NEW GUARDIANS #9 GUILD FAWKES #1 HELLRAISER #14 HERO COMICS 2012 HULK #52 HULK SMASH AVENGERS #4 (OF 5) I VAMPIRE #9 IRREDEEMABLE #37 JOURNEY INTO MYSTERY #638 EXILED JUSTICE LEAGUE DARK #9 KEVIN SMITH BIONIC MAN #9 KNIGHTS OF THE DINNER TABLE #186 LORD OF THE JUNGLE ANNUAL #1 MAGIC THE GATHERING #4 MARVEL UNIVERSE ULTIMATE SPIDER-MAN #2 MARVEL ZOMBIES DESTROY #2 (OF 5) MIGHTY THOR #14 MIND MGMT #1 NO PLACE LIKE HOME #4 ORCHID #7 PROPHET #25 RAGEMOOR #3 REBEL BLOOD #3 (OF 4) RESIDENT ALIEN #1 ROBERT JORDAN WHEEL OF TIME EYE O/T WORLD #25 SAVAGE HAWKMAN #9 SECRET AVENGERS #27 AVX STAN LEES MIGHTY 7 #2 STAR WARS DARTH VADER GHOST PRISON #1 (OF 5) SUPERMAN #9 TEEN TITANS #9 (THE CULLING) TRUE BLOOD ONGOING #1 ULTIMATE COMICS X-MEN #12 UNWRITTEN #37 VOODOO #9 WARLORD OF MARS DEJAH THORIS #12 WITCHBLADE #156 YOUNGBLOOD #71

Books / Mags / Stuff ABSOLUTE BATMAN DARK VICTORY HC ADVENTURES INTO THE UNKNOWN ARCHIVES HC VOL 01 ADVENTURES OF DOG MENDONCA PIZZABOY TP BATMAN BAT SIGNAL KIT BATMAN BATMOBILE KIT BATMAN KNIGHTFALL TP NEW ED VOL 02 KNIGHTQUEST BTVS SEASON 8 LIBRARY HC VOL 01 LONG WAY HOME CALIGULA TP VOL 01 COMIC BOOK HISTORY OF COMICS GN HAUNT TP VOL 03 HOLLIDAY GN ILLUSTRATION MAGAZINE #37 INTERIORAE TP JOE HILL THE CAPE HC LEES TOY REVIEW #220 SPRING ISSUE MAD ARCHIVES HC VOL 03 MIGHTY THOR BY MATT FRACTION PREM HC VOL 02 MIGHTY THOR BY MATT FRACTION TP VOL 01 QUEEN SONJA TP VOL 03 COMING OF AGE SHOWCASE PRESENTS SEA DEVILS TP VOL 01 STEVE DITKO ARCHIVES HC VOL 03 MYSTERIOUS TRAVELER STORMWATCH TP VOL 01 THE DARK SIDE TIME FOR FRANK AND HIS FRIEND GN ULTIMATE COMICS SPIDER-MAN DOSM FALLOUT TP UNCANNY X-FORCE OTHERWORLD PREM HC UNCANNY X-FORCE TP VOL 03 DARK ANGEL SAGA BOOK 01 VENOM CIRCLE OF FOUR PREM HC

What looks good to YOU?

-B

"'Freedom' Yang worship word!"

Yes, I’m back from Washington DC (back Monday at Midnight, worked 12 hours on New Comics Receipt Tuesday, then worked New Comics Wednesday, so… kinda bushed. Plus I got a not-quite-a-cold?) – what follows is a kind of a travelogue. It has very little to do with comics; it has a lot to do about America. And Ben.

Every year I try to take a boys-only father-and-son trip. These have usually been to Disneyland and Legoland, but this year I pitched the idea of Washington DC, and Ben seemed super receptive. I also pitched it to MY dad, and HE liked the idea too, so it became a father-and-father-and-son trip (which, score! He paid for, too!)

(Not only that, but it solved a lot of logistical problems, since I’m not a driver, and while I have an aunt in VA, and thus a free place to stay, they are all the way up in Great Falls, so it would have been very problematic to try and use public transportation on a steady basis)

I wanted to take Ben to DC because, at eight, he’s right at the proper age, I think, to start learning to be a Citizen. I, for one, take Citizenship very seriously, and I think understanding how our system works (or, at least, is supposed to work) is a pretty solid thing. Eight is a great age for it because (Ben at least) he’s deadly passionate to learn, but he is only just starting to solidify actual beliefs. He parrots me a lot, but I’m really working on him to form his own thoughts and opinions. A couple of years from now, he’s likely to think he knows it all (until his 30s teach him otherwise), so, yeah, we were right in the right range to do it.

Ben, I should also add, is the World’s Greatest Traveler. He Goes With The Flow, he almost never Complains, and he’s perfectly fine with flying 6+ hours without batting an eye, or need a ton of special attention. This is exceedingly rare in an eight year old.

Let me also add that my dad, Barr, was also a World Class trooper on the entire trip, willing to ferry us around almost anywhere with a great deal of calm equanimity that *I* would never have if I was driving unfamiliar streets. (if I, y’know, knew how to drive)

So, yeah, Civics 101 was the name of the game, and every topic was on the table – we talked freely about slavery and race, about Justice and Truth, about working together to solve common problems, and standing on Irresolute Principles, and Free Speech and hell, everything inbetween.

Here’s an example: It’s the Cherry Blossom Festival, and lots of tourists are in town, and so on come the fundamentalist Preachers on many corners on the weekends in the National Mall. They’re preaching their view of the world, how they have the only true religion and everyone else is going to hell, and so on, and you need to understand that my son is a Jew, and a reasonably proud one at that (I’m agnostic, myself), and so, this is kind of disconcerting, yes?

These cats have like hand-decorated pickup trucks, emblazoned with pictures of Obama with like flames in his eyes, standing over (and I swear I am not making this up) mutilated aborted fetuses, with gore dangling from their destroyed limbs, and the trucks say things like “Stop Obama’s destruction of Freedom of Religion and Speech!”

I mean, doofus, wake the fuck up, NO ONE has taken away your freedoms, here you are shoving your worldview down everyone else’s throats, saying in front of my child that he’s going to burn in hell, and no one is arresting you, or, hell, even asking you to stop. THAT’s America, right there. You have the right to your beliefs, to express those beliefs, that stand on a street corner and yell through a megaphone and show horrifying images, and no one would even consider asking you to stop.

So, we talk about this, Ben and I, and I we both decide that this is really a pretty cool thing – it is good to be exposed to things you disagree with, because that helps you figure out why exactly you do, and makes your own beliefs that much stronger.

So, yeah, the afternoon we walked from the Korean War Memorial, with “Freedom is never Free” inscribed large, to the Lincoln Memorial (where I teared up, like a little girl) (Come on, seeing the Gettysburg address inscribed in Marble like that sure should move anyone with a soul), then down a few steps to where MLK gave his “I Have a Dream” speech, then cross over to the left and to walk among the names of the dead on the Vietnam War Memorial, and to talk about what these things mean to us, and about war and slavery and freedom and which wars are just and which aren’t, and how you support the people fighting those wars even if you disagree with the war themselves… well, that was one of the best afternoons of my entire life, I have to say, and hopefully it will be one of Ben’s fondest memories as well.

Ben took a rubbing from the Vietnam Memorial wall, and I think that touched him (thanks so much for the volunteer on duty [in the rain!] who encouraged Ben to do so, even when Ben said “but I don’t know anyone on this wall” and he said “You don’t need to, to do them honor”), and I think we were both pretty astonished by the stark beauty of “reflections” of the soldiers at the Korean War memorial. That’s a really really powerful piece, and we kind of just stumbled on it, rather than planned on going there – I can’t say that I’ve really ever heard anyone talk about it, it certainly doesn’t have the cultural touchstone that Vietnam Memorial does.

Conversely, I thought the WW2 Memorial was a little too “Will To Power-y” with its wreaths and eagles and towering “look how butch we are!” vibe.

We took in as many of the Smithsonian museums and Public Institutions as we could bear – Air & Space, including the branch out at Dulles (Dude, it has a space shuttle AND Enola Gay, good lord!) – though on the latter, I have to say the $20 parking charge when you can’t park elsewhere and walk is a little bait-and-switchy – Natural History, American History, American Art, National Archives (it was hard, standing in front of the Constitution, not to burst out with "What you. call. 'E Plebnista', we. say. 'We. The. People." in my best Shatner, nerd that I am), The National Zoo, Library of Congress, we sauntered through the statue garden, and toured the Bureau of Printing and Engraving. We drove around Embassy Row (there are some crazy beautiful buildings there… and someone needs to do a coffee table book of the Embassies, I think?), and spent an afternoon at Mount Vernon, and had lunch in Old Town (cobblestone streets? The Building that’s narrower than I am tall? Neat!), and another dozen things that I’m totally blanking on right now, and the remarkable thing is that almost everything is both non-partisan, AND  almost all of it is free. If you took your time and were very thorough, I’m sure you could spend three weeks just in Smithsonian run buildings.

 

God bless James Smithson, y’know?

 

We (thank you, the offices of Nancy Pelosi!) toured Congress, and heard a whisper across the room. We even sat in on a session of the House of Representatives, but it was something really really boring about derivatives or something; and walked in front of the Supreme Court on the first day of the Health Care trial, and while there certainly were protesters and copious media, the sheer power and size of the building made it seem less crowded than Haight street on a weekday (that is, touristy-busy, but not swamped). And we learned and we talked and we laughed and we downright thrilled at this maddening, wonderful country we live in, where we should never ever take our freedoms for granted.

God Bless America, I say.

I’m crazy proud to be an American, and I did my level best to install that same wonder and joy that I hold for my country, into my young son. The American experiment certainly isn’t perfect – and what you’re presented in museums and monuments absolutely reinforces all of the mistakes that America has made over the years! , but every day, as we folk of good will strive our best to make it better than we found it? Well, all I can say is that this trip did a whole lot to reinforce that sense of hope in my heart. My faith and belief in my country, not just in what we were and what we are, but what we can be, has never been stronger…

And I think the same is now true for my son.

 

-B

"Breathe DEEPLY, Kane." Comics! Sometimes There Is An Interruption!

Hello, everyone! Just a short note to say that there will be no posting about comics from an old man with a shaky grasp on quality. Alas, illness comes to us all and I am probably just being a big ninny but I am certainly faring better than my namesake below: Photobucket

Filched image  featuring art and words from Walter Simonson and Archie Goodwin's ALIEN: THE ILLUSTRATED STORY. Which is VERY GOOD! by the way.

Next Time:  More talking about COMICS! Have a good weekend, all!

A post about me!

For the dozen of you that are interested, I'm 1 year without tobacco as of today. Also, if you're in the Bay Area, don't forget that this weekend is the Image Expo, and on Sunday I'll be on a panel with James Sime from Isotope and Steve Anderson from Third Eye comics in Maryland; come to the show and check it out! You can find the full list of programming here.

I should have reviews (what are those?) again tomorrow, and then, I hope, regularly again for a good while again, after we have some frickin' GIANT news in the next day or so...

-B

 

Wait, What?: D to L-A-Y'd

Photobucket First, hear me now and listen to me later: when comics come out tomorrow, go get yourself a copy of PROPHET #21.  It does this amazing thing I feel like very few comics do:  it makes me feel like I'm reading real science fiction, and it makes me enjoy it.  It also feels like "classic" Heavy Metal with a very different vibe.  No rampant baring of the boobs, no nonsensical plotting, but there's that thorough sense of the surreal, where the most insane things are taken for granted and each insane thing is actually outdone by an even-more-insane thing a page (or even a half-page!) later.  It's not the be-all and end-all--the characters are stoic, the plot is obscured so it's not something you're going to mistake for Star Wars, but it's still closer to Episode 4 than, I dunno, Asimov's Foundation Trilogy--but god damn, is it a pretty fun comic.  Brandon Graham and Simon Ray did great work on this.  You should get.

Second, Wait, What?, as the post title subtly suggests, is gonna be late this week.  My work schedule changed around so I could cover the holiday yesterday and I would prefer not to post any content on SOPA/PIPA blackout day tomorrow...and I doubt I'm gonna get this sucker mixed in time today (although, hey, stranger things have happened).  So tune in on Thursday for Episode 71: it won't have waffle talk, but it will have our brand spanking-new theme song as composed by Mr. Graeme McMillan and I think you'll quite like it!

Just A gentle Clearing Of The Throat.

No, I haven’t got any actual content for you. Sorry about that but what with one thing and another (mostly the other) it just ain't happening. Lest anyone think I had died, succumbed to The Fear or worse I just did some Coming Attractions and studded them into a load of words about nothing. Photobucket Coming Soon: Statue Fondling For Beginners!

So I thought we might have a little chat you and I.

I mean when I got the call from Mr. Hibbs I just went NuuuRRRR! and kind of ran at the whole business with my chin tucked in to present less of a target. See, if I think about doing something I, well, I never do it. (Judging by the shape of my life I do a lot of thinking.) A pause has occurred so I thought I should maybe introduce myself and, no, no need to guess my name as it’s John Kane and I’m a recover….oh, wrong room.

I am an old Englishman. I use the JohnK (UK) thing not because I am proud of my birth nation (I came of age in the ‘80s so developing pride in my country was never on the table) but because of the Internet. I did start out as “Lamont Cranston” (obviously!) but there was sudden outbreak of decisiveness and I tried to use at least a close approximation of my own name. Sadly other people tended to share whichever username I came up with and, well, some of those people had opinions I didn't want to be associated with. Sticking (UK) on the end solved that. Just in case you thought I was going to start banging on about The Raj or how you Yanks backed the wrong horse when you decided to strike out on your own.

Photobucket Coming Soon: Euro-Filth!

Turns out after trial and error that I’ll not really be concentrating on current comics due to a number of reasons. These being the reasons which now follow. Current comics are pretty well covered and the people covering them do it far better than pretty well. I could still add my voice to the crowd but probably won’t because I just can’t do the whole timeliness thing. Once a month I send some money to my LCS and they send me some comics. What I can write about current comics depends almost totally on what’s in that box. Why do I send them money and why do they send me a parcel? Because my LCS isn't very local at all. I used to live near them but now I don’t but since they have a nice clean shop with knowledgeable, helpful staff, a wide range of stock embracing both the mainstream and the margins and the owner looks like Billy Batson I continue to do business with OKComics in Leeds.  (Am I allowed to mention them, Mr. Hibbs?) It’s mostly the Billy Batson thing, though.

Photobucket Coming Soon: IMMIGRANT!: The Graeme McMillan Story As Told To John Byrne!

So, the contents of the box dictates what I write. Because if there’s nothing in the box I want to talk about I go in the garage. This contains The Kane Archive and I reckon the stuff therein is sufficiently temporally and creatively diffuse that talking about it should be of value. Of course, whether that talking is itself of value is out of the garage’s hands. Actually, you know what, the next time that box arrives I’m going to write something about everything in it. (Obviously this will be the precise moment my LCS sends me my backlog of Housewives At Play.) What? Oh, of course I could have pretty much any comic within hours of its release! I am aware of that. I am aware of the processes involved and since I share the magic of my life with someone who works in IT those processes pose no obstacle. But…yeah, stealing innit?

Photobucket Coming Soon: A Visit To The World's Favourite City Ends Quite Badly For All Involved!

And, no, no I don’t think comics were better in the past. I don’t think they are better now either. Because I’m always reading comics from all over the Timestream I tend to see all comics as being Now. I mean, this is clearly a horeshit way to approach things that totally flies in the face of sense and really gives it the frights what with its flapping wings and all. It’s a bit like that theory of Time Alan Moore keeps pushing about how every moment is occurring at exactly the same instant and if we could find a way to look we would see a whole lot of images we’d rather no one else saw probably involving the bathroom and unorthodox use of hand wash on areas other than hands during our teenage years.

Photobucket Coming Soon: The Gilbert Hernandez Of The '50s!

Apparently I just didn't try hard enough this year as Santa deigned fit to not grace me with any comics whatsoever. I have a sneaking suspicion that Santa shares the household attitude of “humour but don’t encourage” when it comes to comics. So no CONVERSATIONS WITH HOWARD VICTOR CHAYKIN for me! A book I am actually hesitant to get as I fear it can only disappoint expecting as I am transcriptions of conversations with Howard Victor Chaykin as he goes about his humble business on a daily basis. Basically I’m hoping to read about him telling the milkman that it “ain't the heat, it’s the humidity!” or bemoaning to his grocer that surely chocolate bars used to be bigger, or maybe his hands were smaller back in the day and, hey, I hear eating fish gives men titties what with all the hormones in the water. It's probably just some incisive comments on the art of comic bookery or something though. I don't know, do I, Santa!?

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Coming Soon: How To Honk Off An Entire Generation of DC Fans In Three (Fantastic) Issues!

Oh, I did get some comics stuff but without the comics. I mean I got some magnets with DC characters on. I don’t know what they are for but, yes, they are fine magnets with DC characters on them. I got a wallet with MARVEL comics covers. There’s just something humorously appropriate about receiving an empty wallet festooned with MARVEL characters. These were nice, thoughtful gifts but the best was a Captain America T-shirt adorned with a B/W Jack Kirby splash page. There were also Jack Kirby images on the wallet.  I can tell you now that everyone’s Christmas Day was enriched no end by the sight of an old man self harming himself with shattered Christmas baubles and shrieking like a fishwife about  how Jack Kirby Never Gave Up On US!  Man, kids sure can cry a lot when they get going. Got some book vouchers though and you know what they went on (books).So, yeah, judging by the lack of four colour gifts I guess I just wasn't hungry enough this year according to Santa.  Christ, that Santa. What a judgmental prick.

Photobucket Coming Soon: "British People In Hot Weather!"  - Not Just A Fall Song!

Did you have a nice Christmas? I hope SO!

What comics did Santa bring YOU?

And as ever my thanks to The Savage Critics for letting me blemish their site and also to all who read, comment and generally endure me out there in the wilds of The Internet. It is not unappreciated at all. REALLY. Actrually, you could probably just go right on ahead and say it's appreciated. If, you know, you were emotionally demonstrative.

Next time: Proper content!

Cheers and have lovely weekend!

Wait, What? Ep. 70: The Hour (Times 2.5)

Demolition Derby from Jon Pinnow on Vimeo.

The Pact still holds! Another week in 2012, another episode of Wait, What?

We are still experimenting with the done-in-one podcast (although many of you have used our comments thread to weigh in and say you like multiple eps. because it gave you something to look forward to...which I was worried might be the case but nobody articulated it before the change-up). I'm thinking I might get us back to two installments (or more) per ep. because something about it reminds me of the way Marvel U.K. used to chop up stories from U.S. Marvel comics and that sorta fits Graeme and I, in a way.

But, uh, it may be a while because there's something nice about only recording one intro, mixing one episode, etc., etc. So here is all two and half hours of Wait, What? Ep. 70, with the dauntless Graeme McMillan and the all-too-full-of-daunts me talking getting hacked, dreams about comics, Brubaker and Philips' Fatale, the Elseworlds 80 page giant, Chuck Dixon's G.I. Joe comic for IDW and Seal Team Six, Defenders #2, Action Comics #5, OMAC #5, Uncanny X-Men #4, New Teen Titans, Downton Abbey, Mission Impossible: Ghost Protocol, Avengers Annual, Freak Angels, Mud Man, Witch Doctor: The Resuscitation and King Cat Comics #72 by John Porcellino (the star of the short embedded above).

Sensible souls surely spotted said spirited show (on iTunes), but for hearty heroes hoping to hear happenings here (hear, hear!):

Wait, What? Ep. 70: The Hour (Times 2.5)

As always, we appreciate your patronage and thank you for listening!

A Minor, Insignificant Question about Mainstream Comics from Abhay

Dear Savage Critic readers, I'm very sorry to bother, but an extremely minor and insignificant question about mainstream comics occurred to me the other day, one that's been nagging at me, that I thought I'd put to you and request your assistance with. Extremely minor; extremely insignificant.  

I probably haven't been paying as close attention to mainstream comics as some of you, and so some of you may be more knowledgeable on this topic than I am.  (Indeed, those less knowledgeable should be warned that there may be spoilers for comics you may want to read someday below).

I'm sure this is a question that's already been asked elsewhere, already discussed at great length by my betters, so I apologize that this is likely well-trod ground. I'm a bit behind. Just a simple question for the more knowledgeable among you.

I was spending my free-time the other day the same way I imagine most you spend your free-time: idly day-dreaming about how awesome THE FLASH is right now, and how THE FLASH is better than all of the other comics, and how anyone who disagrees with that can SUCK IT.  You know:  normal thoughts for an adult person to be thinking with their brains.  (I just happen to be particularly enjoying THE FLASH at the moment, in a way that probably far exceeds any of that comic book's actual merits.)

And so, as I'm reflecting upon THE FLASH-- basking in its glory, some might say-- my thoughts turned to what the book was like for me before the relaunch:  Not Good.

After the relaunch, DC let the book's art team, Francis Manapul and Brian Buccellato, handle the writing. Neither gentleman being professional comic writers by trade, the two instead naively decided to tell a story about how (1) The Flash is a decent guy, (2) The Flash has the coolest powers, (3) The Flash has to face-down gnarly bad guys, and (4) making THE FLASH comics lets them draw/color super-cool things.  Mainstream comics usually aren't about any of those four things because some writer's busy showing off that they know things about, like, politics or whatever, instead; e.g., 2011 was the year where Captain America, Iron Man and Superman all had opinions about THE ECONOMY.

But that wasn't what the comic was like before the relaunch.  No, before the relaunch, The Flash employed a comic writer and the couple issues I checked out in anticipation of our Roundtable discussion on FLASHPOINT, they weren't as focused on those four things.

Instead, the comic writer was building towards his epic crossover, FLASHPOINT, built on the premise that "EVERYTHING YOU KNEW ABOUT THE FLASH'S MOM WAS WRONG."

The FLASHPOINT crossover included a BATMAN spin-off called BATMAN: KNIGHT OF VENGEANCE.  The premise of that comic was  "EVERYTHING YOU KNEW ABOUT BATMAN'S MOM WAS WRONG."

Both comics were  published contemporaneously with Marvel's FEAR ITSELF crossover, which was about how "EVERYTHING YOU KNEW ABOUT THOR'S DAD WAS WRONG."  (Uh: and also something about "escape", apparently).

Which ... and here's where I show my ignorance, and mention comics I haven't read...but this was published around the same time as the relaunch of ULTIMATE SPIDERMAN.  Which I've been told began with stories about how "EVERYTHING SPIDERMAN KNOWS ABOUT HIS DAD AND UNCLE IS WRONG."

And published within the vicinity of a series called S*H*I*E*L*D*, which again I've been told is about how "EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT MISTER FANTASTIC'S DAD AND IRON MAN'S DADS IS WRONG."

And in spitting distance of the highly publicized BATMAN R.I.P., which teased readers with the prospect that "EVERYTHING BATMAN KNOWS ABOUT HIS DAD IS WRONG."

And spitting distance of the mystery of the Red Hulk-- another comic I didn't read, but the resolution of which was apparently that "EVERYTHING YOU KNOW ABOUT THE HULK'S WIFE'S DAD IS WRONG."

I mean, I know this isn't the most unusual theme in fiction.  It's been done before.  I have half a memory of a stretch of either John Byrne or Jerry Ordway's SUPERMAN that concerned the mystery of whether Lex Luthor or Perry White had impregnated Perry White's wife.  The way I remember it, Lex Luthor mistakenly thought you could get a girl pregnant from the mouth.  They were trying to make a point how Lex Luthor post-Crisis wasn't a scientific genius anymore, but Jesus, that was a pretty extreme way of going about it, if you ask me.  My memories are pretty fuzzy, though, so I may be off on some of the minor details there.

That comic RUNAWAYS was well-liked-- I suppose that was built on the same basic foundation of Parent Secrets.  Or I want to say that I heard YOUNG AVENGERS might have had similar ideas in it somewhere...?

So my questions:

1. Am I misremembering details of comics I've never read that I only half-heard about, or are mainstream comics especially fixated on this theme lately?

2.  If the latter, were comics equally fascinated with this theme in earlier periods?

My loose, under-educated and malnourished understanding of mainstream comics history bros is that, basically, you had the Obscure WW2-Era Bros whose themes were that evil can go fuck itself and that dudes be getting stabbed in the eyes; the 60's Bros who cared a lot about people who were different being treated equally; the Acid-Stoner Bros, who cared about acid and skulls and just contemplating the concept of motherfucking infinity; the Punk Bros (followed by the Acid House Bros, though they arguably did their best work out of the mainstream, with obvious exceptions); the Crosshatch Bros, and then, the Movie Brat Bros, right? None of whom really struck me as being especially parent-oriented, thinking back on them.

Granted, in WATCHMEN, "EVERYTHING LAURIE JUPITER KNEW ABOUT HER MOM AND DAD WAS WRONG."  They didn't shy away from those themes.  But I don't know that I'd especially call it a dominant feature of 80's British Invasion superhero comics, either.

Did we shift into the Parent Bro Era of Comics at some point and I just didn't notice?

3.  Is this a theme that's meaningful to... anybody?  If I found out everything I knew about my parents was wrong, I'd be pretty bummed about it, I guess, but at the end of the day, I'd still have to make rent.  So.  I suppose it's a powerful theme for little kids...?

4.  Also:  are comics outside of the mainstream, from Image, Vertigo, Oni, Boom, D&Q, Fantagraphics,etc., are those comics fixated on this theme too right now?

In one of the Appendixes of PAYING FOR IT, Chester Brown did theorize about a world where "EVERYTHING YOU KNEW ABOUT A GIRL YOU PAY FOR SEX'S MOM IS WRONG" (spoiler: you can also pay the mom for sex), but that doesn't seem like the same thing.

Those are my questions. I apologize for those of you bored by these questions, as this has probably been discussed ad nauseam elsewhere.  Thank you in advance for your assistance, and Happy New Year.

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Have A Good One, Everyone!

Season's Greetings to one and all! Had a busy week what with all that festive malarkey and whatnot. Oh yeah, got you a "secret handshake" for Christmas, alright. Self indulgence beyond mortal comprehension follows after the break.

So I noticed this interesting piece by Barry Norman in the 1979 Radio And TV Times Christmas Edition about a film I didn't realise existed:

JACK KIRBY'S THE NEW GODS (Amicus Productions (UK/USA),1975) Directed  by Kevin Connor Screenplay by Harold Pinter Based on the DC Comics creations of Jack Kirby

Cast: Richard Burton (Darkseid) Robert Shaw (Orion) Michael York (Light Ray) Doug McClure (Scott Free) Raquel Welch  (Big Barda) Superman (Robert Mitchum) Caroline Munro (Beautiful Dreamer) Malcolm McDowell (Glorious Godfrey) Peter Cushing (DeSaad) Christopher Lee (Metron) Rod Steiger (Terrible Turpin) Billy Dee Williams (Shilo Norman) Woody Strode (The Black Racer) Peter Cook  (Funky Flashman) Dudley Moore  (House Roy) Peter Ustinov (High Father) Jim Dale (Jimmy Olsen)

Produced by Milton Subotsky & Samuel Z. Arkoff Original Music by Roy Budd Special Effects by Roger Dicken & Derek Meddings

Did You Know? Scott Free was originally to be played by Melvyn Hayes. The hand turning the pages in the latter part of the film belongs to Ridley Scott who only stopped to ask for directions. Richard Burton's scenes were all filmed in front of a backdrop in his local pub while he waited for his pint of Guinness to settle. In order to perfect his Method Rod Steiger had himself blown up. Twice. To this day Malcolm McDowell pretends he wasn't in this film. And he's in Mr. MAGOO.

Goofs. In his introductory scene Darkseid can clearly be seen with a Silk Cut in his hand. Jim Dale's ginger wig moves position from shot to shot. The camera often forgets to move away from Caroline Munro even though the other actors are doing stuff and talking and everything.

About The Film. Almost lost in the tides of history the Amicus production of JACK KIRBY’S THE NEW GODS will “blow” your mind!!! In 1974 Milton Subotsky was approached by Carmine Infantino to bring Jack Kirby’s creations to the silver screen. The kids were wild, crazy and lovin’ in the streets and Infantino thought if he could capture that audience then, perhaps, money might fall from the sky like a rain of dead birds whose hearts had mysteriously all stopped at once.

Most of the talent involved in JK'sNG was British. The British are generally just glad of the chance to get out of the house and are eternally surprised that people pay them for something they’d probably be doing anyway. They tend to work for buttons, basically. This appealed to the budget conscious Subotsky but later bit him on the tailpipe when Pinter left the production in a huff after a contretemps regarding the proper pronunciation of “patronising”. When informed that his name would be removed from the film and that he would receive no payment he remarked, “And I could punch you in the lungs so hard they will fill with your own shit.” Pinter was paid in cash thirty seconds later. In the absence of a screenwriter and a rapidly evaporating budget the decision was made to film Kirby’s tale as it was on the page. Literally.

After the live action conclusion of New Gods #3 the rest of the film consists of the camera panning over actual comic pages in the direction of the action. Nothing is omitted and the only addition is a 20 minute scene in which Big Barda and Beautiful Dreamer wrestle in a rainstorm. “That was for the foreign markets. Yes, um, that’s why that happened.” said Kevin Connor looking a bit shifty. A soundtrack of Roy Budd's characteristically captivating funky warbling and a smattering of Northern Soul songs were added with the dialogue being spoken by the actors as though they were in a radio play. Sound effects were largely provided by a man with an empty sweet tin, some sand and a hammer.This won the film its only Oscar nomination.

The cast themselves had a grand old time by all accounts. Peter Cushing recalled that, "I just can’t speak highly enough of my fellow actors, Dear-heart! They were the very epitome of professionalism! The only real damper on the whole thing was when that scamp Robert Shaw was declared legally dead on three separate occasions due to his love of the grape. And the grain. Oh, and the catering was lovely! Such buns!” Christopher Lee admitted, “It wasn't as bad as when my dog died.” Even Richard Burton effusively praised the film saying, "It paid my Tax Bill for that year and I had some left over for some gaspers, so I did, Boyo! Where's Liz? I feel another marriage coming on!"

Interestingly no one who had ever worked for Marvel Comics was allowed to view the film and this impediment remains in place to this day. This was the result of Jack Kirby suddenly appearing on set like a distressed fireplug in high waisters, he was clearly discombobulated and professed to have received a vision of the future. A vision in which after Kirby's death Stan Lee claimed under oath that Jack Kirby had not created anything and that he, Stan Lee, was merely humouring him all along. Also, that in this bizarre vision Marvel were not paying Kirby or his estate any form of acknowledgement for the creations upon which a multi-billion company was based. Although no one at the time could barely credit such outlandish moral vacuity so intense was Kirby’s belief that Subotsky agreed to his bizarre demand. “He was so upset he almost stopped drawing. We thought the poor guy was going to pop a vein, so we caved.” remembered someone who was probably there at the time.

Critical reception was less than warm to say the least with Alexander Walker declaring in The London Evening Standard, “Oh, for f****’s sake!” while Pauline Kael’s New Yorker review consisted simply of the phrase, "I resented the gift of sight.” Audiences of the time also rejected the film preferring instead some daft film about a rubber shark which eats Robert Shaw. JK'sNG has since found a new life on DVD/Blu-Ray which thanks to technological advances makes it look and sound even worse than ever. This kind of ironic jackassery appeals to hip young people more than you would credit. Trust me, I know. The film was financed primarily by one Janek Noh; about whom nothing is known beyond the fact that he embarked on two later, and even more disastrous, cinematic endeavours; SHAKO! (1985) which led to the Children’s Film Foundation being shut down by the Police and CHAYKIN!: THE MUSICAL! (1993) which was successfully prosecuted for obscenity in Texas. Noh is believed by some to be writing idiocies on other people's web sites, which some might call abusing their hospitality somewhat.

 

So I guess that was a bit like that time your husband turned up drunk  on Christmas Eve and thrust some flowers from the all-night garage at you. And you remembered: it's the thought that counts!

Merry Christmas or what have you!

Wait, What? 67.1 and .2: Krampus and Claus

Photobucket Image ganked from Graeme's advent calendar at Blog@? Check.

Episode 67.1, featuring Graeme and I pulling a World's Finest-style caper and switching our traditional viewpoints to talk about Matt Fraction and Tom Brevoort's interview on the Fear Itself aftermath issues?  Check!

Wait, What? Ep. 67.1: Krampus

Episode 67.2,  with us giving you a holiday gift guide covering collections, floppies, indie books and digital pics? Check.

Wait, What? Ep. 67.2: Claus

Although I usually wait until our podcasts hit iTunes before I create the SavCrit entries, I think this site is going to have Ep. 67 before iTunes does, for maybe as much as a day.  So we invite you to curl up around a nice fire and listen to us wax both naughty and nice (oh man that imagery but it's too late now just keep forging ahead with me) right before Xmenmas.

Oh, and in case you're interested in what our gift list pics were  and don't want to listen to our nattering voices, I've included the rough version of the list after the jump.  Feel free to check it out and let us know what we've missed!

Books and OGNs:

[note: some books are either comics or visual related but not "true" comics]

  • Thrill Power Overload by David Bishop
  • Just My Type by Simon Garfield
  • Stigmata by Lorenzo Mattotti
  • Celluloid by Dave McKean
  • Lewis & Clark by Nick Bertozzi
  • Habibi by Craig Thompson
  • Love & Rockets Books 3 and 4, by Los Bros Hernandez
  • Finder: Voice by Carla Speed McNeil
  • Gingerbread Girl by Paul Tobin & Colleen Coover

Collections:

  • Captain America Omnibus by Jack Kirby
  • Thor Omnibus by Walt Simonson
  • Nemesis The Warlock, Vol. 1 by Mills, O'Neill and Talbot
  • The Incal by Jodorowsky & Moebius
  • Kamandi Omnibus Vol. 1 by Jack Kirby
  • Donald Duck:  Lost in the Andes by Carl Barks
  • Never Learn Anything From History by Kate Beaton  (Alternate pick: Hark! A Vagrant)
  • Oglaf Book One by Trudy and Doug
  • Onion Head Monster: Catastrophic by Paul Friedrich
  • Sabertooth Vampire by Mike Russell
  • Bakuman by Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata
  • Witch Doctor Vol. 1 TPB by Brandon Seifert and Lukas Ketner

"Actual" comics/Floppies/Singles:

  • Ganges #4
  • Wolverine: Debt of Death one-shot
  • Uncanny X-Force #1-18
  • The Walking Dead
  • Batman
  • Daredevil
  • Action Comics
  • Flash
  • Batwoman
  • OMAC
  • Mystic
  • Wolverine and The X-Men

Digital picks:

  • Crying Freeman by Kazuo Koike and Ryoichi Ikegami  (Dark Horse Digital)
  • No. 5 Ikki Comix by Taiyo Matsumoto (Apple App Store)
  • Subscription to Shonen Jump Alpha (Viz)
  • Casanova Avarita by Matt Fraction and Gabriel Ba (Comixology)
  • Batman #252 (DC, Comixology)
  • Silver Star Omnibus by Jack Kirby (Image, Comixology

Waiting For The End Of The World: Jeff Blows His Deadline

technical difficulties Hey, Jeff here with just a quick note--the plan was to put both parts of Wait, What? up at once Tuesday morning since the two pieces are very different from one another. (Part One: Graeme and I losing our shit over Matt Fraction and Tom Breevort's post-Fear Itself interview at Newsarama; Part Two: we pull our shit together and give you suggestions for a holiday gift list with 30+ items.)

So, yeah. I kinda blew it for a number of utterly unsurprising reasons since it's the week before Christmas. I apologize but will put both parts 1 and 2 up in one post early Wednesday afternoon...

Just wanted to let you know.  Sorry, everyone!

Questions I have about digital

I really like the general level of commentary over at the Beat, and there's some very interesting stuff being said in the latest thread about Brian Wood's new missive (which is, in itself a valuable read), but if one thing absolutely slays me about the Beat it is how fast stories scroll off the front page, and the commentary scroll with them. There's no notification system there, so we're kind of stuck with a day, or maybe two, of conversation before it scrolls off away into the ether.  

This page is a little more forgiving in that regard, so let me try to put some thoughts here, and see if it sparks any kind of substantive conversation.

Right, so, first off, a little "old business" first -- first off, Heidi is clearly wrong that the DM has not grown. Here's your chart to establish that. Chris Hero points out that that units on periodicals has shrunk, and that is true, but that's pretty directly a result of dollars shifting from one format (periodicals) to another (books), but each and every person anywhere who says "print is dead" or "goodbye to physical objects" or any of that other stuff is clearly not arguing with actual real facts.

In fact, even in the music industry, an art form which I would argue EVERYone knows and loves and consumes, and which digital has had an immensely long penetration (relatively speaking, natch), PHYSICAL CDS STILL OUTSELL DIGITAL DOWNLOADS today! So, yeah, print isn't going anywhere for some time to come.

So, here is question one: is "digital", in your opinion, equally portable and interchangeable between various media? Do people consume those media in the same ways? There appears to be an advantage to the consumer to be able to store every song you own on a device the size of a deck of cards -- does that same advantage naturally and inexorably extend to other media? I'm willing to be convinced either way, but I think that each individual media will have it's own strengths and weaknesses in individual formats and devices, and I very much think that "well, that's how it works for music" will NOT play out the same for other media.

One thing about music that few seem willing to discuss is that the music industry went from (in the modern era, at least) selling collections of songs, to selling singles, as a most visible driver of sales. What THIS means is that the music companies & music creators went from an "average ticket" of $15 (for the album) to an average ticket of (let's say) $2 for the two 99 cent singles that are most popular. Totally pulling a random selection that I happened to listen on my way home on the bus today, Prince's AROUND THE WORLD IN A DAY (great album, BTW!), this album has just 9 songs on it. 7 of the 9 songs sell for $0.99, the other 2 for $1.29, it is on iTunes as a package for $9.51, but I'd be willing to guess that they mostly sell a lot of copies of "Raspberry Beret" for $1.29, and far fewer copies of the full album. Is that good for Prince? Is that good for Paisley Park (the producing studio) or Warner Brother's (the record company) or, frankly, even for iTunes? Is that good for the consumer? I guess if you only like what you like, and you JUST want to hear "Raspberry Beret", then awesome for you, you've just saved $8.22 if you're pricing the digital thang, or maybe you've saved $13.66 compared to "list price" of the CD/Vinyl, but does your desire trump the need of the Talent to actually, y'know, make money off all the music they produce, not just the thing that's most zeitgeisty?

Don't get me wrong, that $15 versus $2 also created a lot of corruption and evil around it ("By the way, which one's Pink?"), but most of the musicians I know today tell me that can not survive on the sales of music alone.

There's also the Spinach argument. I mean RasBeret is probably the most hit-driven of the songs on ATWIAD, but I think I might argue that "Temptation" or "Tambourine" are actually ultimately better songs with something more to say? See, because I actually think that most of the music that I ended up liking the best, at the end of the day, wasn't the poppest hits, but were the deeper tracks that probably no one really even hears any more.

COULD an artist produce THE WALL or TOMMY, or, fuck, even PET SOUNDS today? Or is everyone jonesing for that one three minute hit that they can sell 3 million copies of, individually? Is that good for culture?

It appears to be inescapable that the shift of the market to the TP has sparked some consumers to change their buying habits in the world of comics -- we even have a phrase for it, "waiting for the trade" and we can see how it has not only changed HOW comics stories are made, but WHAT comics the audience is willing to buy and how they do so; why is anyone questioning that the move towards digital will also change buying habits to SOME degree? But, can't we recognize that the truth of things is that most characters/creators/concepts can't actually make a living doing what they do as things stand today, and that cutting off even a small percentage of potential customers through switching primary mechanisms-to-buy will make those works UNPROFITIBLE.

The concern of the comics retailer isn't that there IS digital -- fuck, I'm totally all for a mechanism to drive a potentially wide segment of customers to the medium of comics itself. How can that NOT help me? But, rather, that enough customers will "change channels" (of purchase), so as to make segments of work unprofitible to carry. I've been pretty straight with you -- most periodicals are but marginally profitible; most books are largely unprofitible. That we have stellar, break out, oh-my-god-it's-like-printing-money successes like WALKING DEAD or BONE or SANDMAN doesn't mean that this is the way all books can follow. Quite the opposite in fact!

So what this means is that even losing a TINY portion of the readership through Channel Migration could potentially have dire effects. Seriously, if I lost just 10% of my customers, I'm done. And what we also know is that when physical stores close, most of that readership for comics UTTERLY VANISHES. The gist of this is that losing 10% of sales to migration could mean that the other 80% of that stores' sales are COMPLETELY LOST.

To put this in a more specific way, in the last 90 days we've lost/are losing THREE comic stores in SF (out of what were at a dozen); I've spoken to at least half of the remaining stores, and while we've all picked up a couple of customers, there are logically 3-500 comic readers who have not seemed to showed up in any of the remaining nine stores. They disappeared, into the wind.

Why do you assume that current print readership WOULD switch to digital? Dude, I can assure you that 60% or more of the exciting print audience will NOT switch to digital if they stop making print comics tomorrow. Most of those cats have 10-40 years invested in their mechanism, and the mechanism of delivery is AT LEAST AS IMPORTANT to that audience as the content itself.

I remember, god, do I remember, the strident voices that used to scream "Yeah, motherfucker, let's get comics into book stores, and the whole game changes!!!!", and so I really cringe at the concept that the existence, the very fucking existence of a tablet computer changes shit. IT DIDN'T WHEN WE WENT INTO THE BOOKSTORES.

At the end of the day, the issue is, has been, and always will be content, dumbass. Do you seriously think that a readership that has rejected the print comics is going to magically swarm back to digital version, even if they are a third cheaper? Because I don't think the problem is actually the price -- I think it is the content. Most mainstream comics are ineffably shitty. And I totally get you have nostalgic love of a, b, or c, and that keeps you buying ineffably shitty comics, but the general public isn't going to do that.

The majority of what is sold in comic stores is not going to sell to a wider audience, even if you literally tied people to chairs and MADE them read it. Seriously, charge $1.99 for most of the content we offer, charge 99 cents for it, you're not going to move the needle as much as so many people seem to think it will -- look, that same content is already available to everyone, everywhere via Amazon, and it's not selling better proportionate to its current reach. You really think digital is going to be the "magic bullet" here? That trick never works!

Because we HAVE been through this before.. multiple times. I mentioned the book market, because these are the SAME things that were being said back then -- "now we can truly expand and rise not tied down by the Direct Market!", and, huh, pretty much not. And, instead, we've gutted our own periodical delivery system trying to chase the sure fire book market. Like.... when EIGHTBALL was coming out as a once-or-twice-a-year periodical, we'd sell 150+ copies in the first 90-120 days. Now Dan Clowes only puts out GNs, and his last original package, WILSON, was a huge hit for me (#5 best selling book in 2010). But... I sold less than 70 copies of WILSON in the 20 months since it has been released. BOOKS DON'T SELL AS MANY COPIES AS PERIODICALS. We chased the wrong thing, for maybe the right reasons, but maybe not, and it left us, in my opinion, considerably weaker for it.

Digital is, at best, a mechanism. I totally laugh at Heidi's suggestion that because the "hot product" of the moment is a Tablet that this means all that much. The "hot product" of 2001 was an Audrey. No one talks about those any more. Maybe the tablet DOES have real staying power, I don't fucking know, but I think to construct a syllogistic argument that because it is hot today it's therefore culture changing... well, I don't buy that, and history would tend to argue against that. Consumer electronics change with the wind.

Or let's talk about distribution. Many commentators say things like "Yay, we can break the Diamond stranglehold on the market!" to which I ask, do you really want Apple to take over that monopoly position? Really? Because I really think the concept of Amazon and Apple being the two gatekeepers of entertainment to be pretty insanely terrifying.

I really really wonder about the motivation about some of the loudest pro-digital commentators -- because some of the things they scream for (like day and date) are really not attractive or necessary for the huge massive untapped "civilian" audience out there that digital could reach. Johnny I-have-never-read-a-comic-before isn't especially likely to start reading SPIDER-MAN cold at #674 and decide that he absolutely has to start reading the comic monthly from there on out. I sell comics to Johnny and others like him EVERY DAY OF THE YEAR, and I can tell you 98% of the Johnnies out there want a complete story in a book, and, more than that, they want a specific recommendation for a specific great Spider-Man story.

(Yes, you CAN get Johnny to read periodicals, but it takes epic efforts like New52, and, guess what folks? That's a once-a-decade at most tool)

See, what I actually think is that the majority (like the OVERWHELMING majority) of the pro day-and-date voices are people who are trying to fulfill their own desires, instead of what's best for comics. And, right on, you do get to express those desires, but the people making actual decisions in this business need to take a longer view.

I personally believe there has to be price parity between ALL FORMATS because otherwise you're cutting the legs out from underneath one or another. Let's not even make this "digital" versus "print", it's just as true for "periodical" versus "collection", and I suspect will be as true when we can project comics directly onto our corneas in the future.

I think it is moronic, literally moronic, to ever sell a copy of WATCHMEN for less than it's $19.99 price. Why? Because it sells fab at that price, and it's not going to sell better, in any kind of a sustained fashion, by cutting its price in half, that's not how pricing works. I also think that by having that $9.99 Kindle version, there's some amount of pressure that that is the "real" value of the work.

I can (just barely) see the wisdom of offering HELLBOY v1 (an $18 book) for a measly $5 IF it were being used as a gateway to selling the ENTIRE SERIES of HELLBOY. But... it's not. Fuck, type "hellboy" into the search box over there, and the v1 "bundle" ISN'T EVEN LISTED ON THE FRONT PAGE.

What's the sense of that?

I mean, if it was "Hey, we priced our books at half price, and we sold TWICE AS MANY as print, without impacting print sales negatively!" then I could see the wonder and joy in dropping prices down radically, but I see digital comics pricing as doing certain things "because that's how it is done", rather than "does this make sense as a part of an entire HOLISTIC pricing strategy?"

Urgh.

Anyway, no sensible retailer is "against" digital -- they're against dumb and anti-competitive moves that appear likely to cause channel migration by their lonesome. Go ahead and do day and date, I'll put my real world comic book store up against any existing digital portal any day of the week -- physical stores are more conducive to browsing, to discovering something new, to having someone help guide you through the experience, and so on.... but once we start getting away from price parity, I think we have some pretty significant problems.

I'm of the opinion that you should be paying for content, not format, because if you were actually paying for content on it's own, your consumption price would dramatically increase on digital alone, not decrease. It is the very existence of print that even allow any content provider to even consider reducing the price in the first place.

The notion that any content on the internet should be inherently cheaper than the "physical" item is very skewed, and while I TOTALLY respect the consumer WANTING a lower price (because I, too, would be VERY happy if print comics went back to $1.99, thanks), let's not set up an economic system which will preclude the comics being created in the first place because no one at all (including the creators) can make any money doing them.

Anyway, I've been typing for like 3 hours now, time for me to shut up and actually get some work done, I think. Chime in, if you dare.

 

-B

The most insane thing I have ever heard in my life

As of yesterday I am 6 months without cigarettes. So I call Blue Shield to see if I can get a rate reduction, on my health insurance.

Blue Shield says to me, "No, sir, whether or not you smoke has absolutely nothing to do with insurance rates"

!!!

How can that POSSIBLY be?

I mean, I'm fine that I'm not getting a rate reduction -- and I was thinking the demarcation line might be more like a year than six months, at that -- but how could it be POSSIBLE that smoking doesn't have an impact on rates?

I said, "Are you telling me that if I pick up a five packs a day habit tomorrow, my rate stays exactly and precisely the same?" Yes. They should advertise that, don't you think? "Smokers! We'll insure you anyway for the same cost!"

Some days I wonder about what planet I live on.

I swear to god that every doctor I've ever seen for thirty-something years told me to stop smoking, or my health would suffer -- how does insurance actuarial tables take that into account? Hell, for that matter, why does the application even ask if you smoke in the first place? I am, officially, baffled.

 

-B

NOT-COMICS: Why Abhay Loves The Shadow Line, and Why You Should Too.

This is about a television show sorta in the crime-conspiracy thriller genre, that aired on the BBC between May 5, 2011 to June 16, 2011. For those of you who do not have access to the BBC, this may not be helpful for you unless you're one of those people who somehow watch television shows from other countries on some sort of magical appliance found in your home and/or office, and do not have any moral qualm in using said appliance to do so.

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First, let me start by saying Gatehouse.

I am going to try not to spoil THE SHADOW LINE, but it's going to be very difficult for me not to. Here's the most non-spoiler-y bit I can do: I absolutely LOVED the SHADOW LINE, and you might too. After I'd finished watching, I spent a night doing nothing else but writing emails to a wide variety of people I've known in my life, and begged them-- begged them-- to watch it.

This is me writing to you. I recommend you stop here and just go watch it as fresh as possible-- it's only 7 episodes, it's summertime, why spoil any bit of a mystery show for yourself-- why not watch it completely unspoiled, and there ain't barely shit else on TV...

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THE SHADOW LINE starts with a simple high-concept premise: a mobster has been murdered, and both the police and his fellow mobsters begin to investigate whodunit. Chiwetel Ejiofor investigates on behalf of the police; Christopher Eccleston investigates on behalf of the gangsters.

But: THE SHADOW LINE is not a mystery show.

What is it? Well, for starters, due warning-- it is SLOW. It takes its time, with every single scene, starting right from the opening scene where two beyond-minor characters spend nearly SEVEN minutes standing over a dead body, talking. Seven minutes is an exceptionally long time for a television show to spend on any one scene-- that it's spent with two total non-entities announces THE SHADOW LINE's intentions from the start: the show will be moving at its own pace; it will sometimes be cryptic; it will not be following the "rules." Everything will be careful and deliberate-- oh, but with one exception. The violence. There are moments of violence in the show that will happen before you're ready for them, and will be over before you completely processed what you're seeing-- maybe too much like life.

If I had to describe the experience of watching THE SHADOW LINE, the description I would use is "dawning horror." The sometimes of it (not every time but at least sometimes...): I wouldn't always understand what was going on at first, until slowly, slowly, slowly, oh no, oh no, and... finally WHAM. (Well: way more than one WHAM on some of these episodes).

It's got cops, it's got gangsters, but for me...? It's a horror show.

"I imagined Edward Hopper painting a crimescene."

-- THE SHADOW LINE creator Hugo Blick.

The mistake I've seen in other reviews is to compare the SHADOW LINE to THE WIRE. "Cops, gangsters-- got it, THE WIRE." No. No. The reason THE WIRE was the best show of all time (and I'm one of the people for who it is)... Watching THE WIRE, I never have any doubt that it's showing me a very accurate depiction of how a segment of the world actually operates.  THE WIRE was set in a world crafted by journalists, motivated to explain the world they'd reported on to the audience. And even if you disagree with what THE WIRE was saying, for me, it's just been a helpful show. When numbers are cited by officials, when politicians point to this index or that, I understand what's happening in a different way having seen THE WIRE, and I think better way thanks especially to the idea from THE WIRE of "juking the stats." (Heck: even comics-- what are crossovers and spoilers in newspapers and Deaths of Fake Spidermans but juking the stats?). THE WIRE has a villain and that villian was institutions, bureaucracy.

That is not THE SHADOW LINE because THE SHADOW LINE is not trying to be journalistic, it is not trying to accurately capture a sample of world for its audience's edification, and its lessons are not "helpful"-- they're not lessons at all, more warnings, omens, sighs of resignation.  No, for me, it's a horror show, just one without vampires or zombies or Jim Belushi. It's more like the worst kind of nightmare-- the kind that seems real. Our lives are slow, and the show is slow, so you want to believe what's happening is "realistic"-- but what's real slips away little by little with THE SHADOW LINE, and everything becomes menace, decay, disease, death.  Lots of that last one.

There's this constant poetry to everything in the show: drug dealers hide their drugs in flowers, the lead detective has a name like Jonah Gabriel on him, Satan himself is dressed like a "fucking vicar," etc., etc. To miss that poetry is to not have seen the show-- which was the case with some negative reviews the show got, from reviewers applying criteria of how much the show matched their dull reality, a criteria that I think the show itself didn't invite and isn't the right frame to place around it.  (Uh: it got good ones too; opinions have varied). But it's an easy error because the monster of the show-- and I very much use the word monster instead of villain on purpose to distinguish it from THE WIRE... That monster is very real and very much a part of our world-- the monster is corruption.

This image flitted around the internet the other day. That's about all that happens, though-- images float around, temporarily. Oh, I had another thing I liked, an article called "Why Cops Aren't Whistleblowers." Here's the story: a DEA agent gets into a car accident with another man, so he beats him to the point of having brain-damage. So the Kansas City PD does their very best to cover it up-- except for one cop, who refuses to go along with the cover-up, Max Seifert. What happens next? Max Seifert is forced to take early retirement, loses his pension and loses his retirement health insurance. How about the cops involved in the cover-up (at least according to this article)?

  • Ronald Miller, Kansas City’s police chief, is now the police chief in Topeka.
  • Steven Culp, then Kansas City’s deputy police chief, is now executive director of the Kansas Commission on Peace Officers’ Standards and Training.
  • Officer Robert Lane was a councilman for the town of Edwardsville-- well, until he got convicted of participating in a ticket-fixing scheme.

Bad guys win; good guys lose; evil will prevail, and trying to pretend otherwise is either a sucker's bet or a con.  When in doubt, do the wrong thing and prosper.  Every character in THE SHADOW LINE-- cop, journalist, gangster, mother, whoever-- all of them are tested by corruption; all of them try their damnedest to find a different way to live in a corrupt world.  Aww, man, and the show's answer to the whodunit is so perfectly attuned to that-- I don't want to spoil it, but... It's a show that just invites unpacking for me days later-- "Oh, when that guy said THAT, he didn't realize that meant he ALSO shouldn't have trusted SO-AND-SO, and ho'damn."

So many small lines pay-off, so many of the themes work themselves out in so many different little ways in an episode. The terrible bits of getting old, the value of truth (and rarity thereof), generational conflict, the intersection of work and morality... The actual plotty-crime bits get lost in all of these big themes sometimes. Honestly, there are parts of the plot I couldn't possibly hope to explain to anyone, that I totally don't understand-- big mysteries of the show, even. There's a couple very jolting ellipses in the final episode in particular that I had to stop and rewind for. But I guess I was a very sympathetic audience to the show's themes, and didn't really care about those particular details by that point...

(Though the show did have one thing that grated incredibly, of at least one character saying the words "The Shadow Line" out loud...?  I hate when a character in a movie says the title of the movie out loud.  I always just want them to turn to the camera and scream "Get it?  GET IT?"  So lame!)

"If there is one thing that I constantly revisit, it's isolation. And how obsession becomes about heroism, and how questionable that heroism can be."

-- creator Hugo Blick.

It's a very writer-y show-- long, long fuck-off long dialogue scenes,  5 zillion minor characters, and my favorite-- slow "let's just watch these methodical characters do horrible things in a very methodical way" scenes. (If you don't love that first half hour of HARD EIGHT or heist movies or the bits of Joe Mantegna explaining a con in HOUSE OF GAMES, Ed O'Neill's scene in THE SPANISH PRISONER, you may not get the same charge out of that kind of thing that I do but... I love that kinda "here's how you do the wrong thing in step-by-step detail" shit).

But I should also note what a goddamn fun cast this show has. Chris Eccleston, always so likeable though I couldn't say what it is that he does that makes him that way, exactly;  Rafe Spall, chewing scenery like he's competing with Heath Ledger-- a lot of fun, Spall; Chiwetel Ejiofor, with big passionate monologues; and oh, Stephen Rae, oh man! Also: the show is damn pretty, in that way that it's still weird to me how pretty TV can be now, and... and...

"It starts as a police procedural, quite quickly gets rid of that - our interest was not of the police side - it quickly develops into a crime drama and then it evolves further into a spy thriller or a conspiracy thriller. It's constantly changing and the tools we use to keep the audience's attention with gripping ideas change as well. It wasn't something where we just said, this is a crime thriller."

-- creator Hugo Blick.

And I just really, really enjoyed it so... Look: I may be overstating my case-- I've maybe overhyped and oversold this show.  It's not the best show I've ever seen or anything-- THE WIRE is still THE WIRE, the king stays the king, and there are other shows I care about more.  It's got its negatives-- some lines of dialogue truly land with a thud; at least one action sequence is from an entirely different universe than the rest of the show; there's one actor I didn't particularly like much.  THE SHADOW LINE is a show that sometimes is so ... so into what it's doing that ... There are moments where I maybe would just have to smile at how big and gaudy and ostentatious and portentious it was all getting. But oh, there were enough moments that wiped that grin right the fuck off my face that I wanted to write this. Look: my precious, precious MAD MEN's not on, and I just haven't gotten into your HBO/AMC shows about witches on broomsticks and skeksis and whatever else you guys are into now.  I tend to be very comedy oriented when I watch TV, so I haven't watched a good drama series in a while-- so I maybe reacted strongly to this in a way that people who have been consuming a steadier diet of television drama than I have wouldn't get. But... it just really, really hit with me, so here's me recommending something as my pudgy little fingers can recommend something, I guess.

(NOTE:  if you haven't seen the show and any of this has been convincing to you, please don't read the comment section, in case anyone puts anything in there that spoils the show for you anymore than I already have. It's a suspense thriller show-- please don't ruin that for yourself-- I would hate to think that I somehow would be responsible for that. I will delete any comment that seems too spoiler-y-- I totally will do that-- but I'm not by a computer 24 hours a day. Please be careful).

Thus, in conclusion, and as a final point, Gatehouse.

Housecleaning, While No-One's Around On The Weekend

Because you demanded it, literally: Showcase Presents: Ambush Bug, The Fountain and Stagger Lee are all on order from the Multnomah Library. In case you all thought I'd forgotten. In not-really-related news, next Claremont X-Men post will go up early next week, probably after a post where I respond to and disagree with all of you pretending that the Romita run wasn't awesome. Oh, and I promise, there's a Wait, What coming up. And, to answer Tim Callahan, Lauren Davis and others, either Jeff and I will fix that fact that we accidentally lost all the old ones when we moved servers. Now, go about your business while I go off and do taxes. Pray for me.