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A collection of brief comic book reviews for your pleasure or ire

0John Seven29th Dec 2009Comics, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Amulet 2: The Stonekeeper’s Curse - Kazu Kibuishi (Scholastic)
Creator Kibuishi certainly borrows from modern archetypes — Star Wars and Lord of the Rings in particular, as well as the films of Miyazake — but he is not content to let his own creations wallow in a bath of influences. Instead, his ballpeenhammerscience fiction/fantasy epic for young readers leaps off the pages thanks to the natural quality of his storytelling — and having the story center around a cool girl character like Emily certainly helps. Kibuishi has so far skipped the lame supernatural fetishism and overwrought romance that taints too many young adult efforts, preferring story, character, and imagination in an exciting dance.

Ball Peen Hammer - Adam Rapp and George O’Connor (First Second Books)
Ball Peen Hammer moves from the dark allure of post-apocalyptic science fiction into an unrelentingly grim realm populated by unexpectedly noble characters — all rendered with an animated beauty by O’Connor’s hand. The stereotypes are turned inside out, victims of their own personal failures, as humans face a monumental and deadly challenge — and at the center is the sad and too easy decision to exploit children and in the process not only kill hope but create heaps that stand as sad reminders of moral failure. As depressing as it sounds, that’s what makes it worth recommending.

Batman/Doc Savage Special (DC)
Brian Azzarello pens an alluring vignette like something out of the ’70s Brave and the Bold, with strong stylized artwork by Phil Noto. He captures Batman in his younger days and dealing with the authority figures of the time — hence pulp fiction legend Doc Savage slumming in Gotham City as a diversion. In all truth, nothing much happens here — the adventure is basically dropped by the heroes — but this story mostly serves as a prelude for the upcoming First Wave comic, which will feature great DC Implosion characters from Justice Inc. and Rima the Jungle Girl, among others. The tone here is just right — serious but not overwrought, dark but not posturing — and it bodes well for the upcoming series.

Best American Comics 2009 (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt)
Charles Burns sets the tone for this year’s edition with a compelling essay that recounts his artistic and professional development as a journey through comic book collecting, where each tangent is a revelatory moment in his embrace of groundbreaking creativity. That he’s mirrored this volume’s selections in the same way is no accident. Easily one of the best in recent years, among the highlights are: Dan Zettwoch’s fictional history of a Church cartoonist’s newsletter; Peter Bagge’s comical slice of pre-Revolutionary America, and Dan Clowes’ attack on film critics and movie fetishists.

Breathers 0-4 (Just Mad Books)
If you want to read the best science fiction comic around, don’t look in any of the obvious places — Breathers is a self-published work by Wisconsin resident Justin Madson that concerns a gritty world of tomorrow that isn’t so far breathersremoved from today. In Madson’s scenario, the air we breathe has been infected with a virus for the last 40 years and people use stylish respiratory masks called “breathers” to stay alive. Madson weaves the tales of several people together in a series of shorter entries that create a wider tapestry of this future. Some are concerned with their own problems wrought from the situation, while others grapple with larger one — is the virus even real? Check it out at Madson’s website.

Cancer Vixen - Marisa Acocella Marchetto (Pantheon)
Suffering through breast cancer will get my sympathy — and my appreciation for bravery and chutzpah in the face of it — but it does not automatically mean I will think the graphic memoir of your experience is readable. In full disclosure, I couldn’t actually finish this book, so grating is the voice and narrative, and so amateurish and plain awful is the artwork. I read several reviews to make sure I wasn’t missing something, with the full intent of going back and reading the rest, but everything I encountered only cemented my reaction to this book. In contrast to what a good memoir should be, the narrative is manipulative rather than honest. Marchetto takes great pains to control our impression of her by compiling pages and pages of how successful and admired she is before we even get to the cancer. I understand that she does not want her readers to define her as the woman with cancer and have that image be our lasting impression, but then why bother to write a cancer memoir? The reader should be given a chance to discover her best qualities as she fights cancer, not have them dished out in an attempt to circumvent any impression we might have of her as a non-fabulous person with cancer. I bailed out at the diagnosis after having been pummeled by almost a hundred pages of constant bragging Also, I’m really tired of artists who who look as if they are relearning their entire craft starting with kindergarten level work when they go digital — it made an irritating story unbearable. This is a low point to the usually high standard of Pantheon’s output.

Ganges #3 (Fantagraphics)
Kevin Huizenga’s Every Man Glen Ganges faces a sleepless night and what unfolds is a mix of incoherent night rambling and time-passing mishap. Huizenga delivers a quiet tour de force that shows confident cartooning that thrills through its ease and craftsmanship, rather than stylizing the hell out of anything. His Ganges stories function as the American equivalent to Michel Rabagliati’s Paul stories, documenting a normal life with a sharp eye and a penchant for gentle revelation.

The Good Neighbors 2 - Holly Black and Ted Naifeh (Scholastic)
Spiderwyck co-creator Black continues her coming-of-age fairy-style saga as our heroine Rue starts to find her otherworldly family is beginning to take a toll on her friends, the resident Scooby Doo gang, and also that her mother isn’t as helpful as she’d hoped. Black’s first foray into the graphic novel format makes what is the now standard supernatural YA adventure more kinetic than most. and yet toned down in the histrionics and dramatics departments in such a way that grown-ups will have fun with it as well as teens. I confess that I’ll be glad when the supernatural wave in teen fiction dies down and a more open field of subject matter exists again — and also the standard plot of a kid hits a certain age and discovers he/she is secretly a wizard/vampire/fairy/spy/whatever becomes less overused — but Good Neighbors is at least agreeable in its use of these newly-minted chestnuts.

Insomnia Café - M.K. Perker (Dark Horse)
It isn’t a perfect work, but Turkish artist M.K. Perker’s stylized surrealist suspense tale — his American writing debut — insomniacafehas a lot to recommend it. Kolinsky is an expert on rare books whose shady past sends him on a downward plunge in the world, sleepless and at a job he hates. When he becomes involved with a coffee shop girl, he gets the opportunity to hide from his problems even as they snowball without his attendance. All is not as it necessarily seems, though, and Perker investigates the manifestations of that very concept from the eccentric to the unhinged. Perker is definitely one to watch.

Little Mouse Gets Ready - Jeff Smith (Toon Books)
If you’ve never considered that a children’s book about a mouse getting dressed would charm you into giddy happiness, you might want to pick this up. Combining the sweetness of old style Golden Books with a modern twist of a punchline, Smith has crafted a fun and funny little sequential picture book here — and Toon Books never disappoints, anyhow.

Skin Deep - Charles Burns (Fantagraphics)
Charles Burns offers a glimpse of what might happen if EC Comics existed today with three tales of intrigue and absurdity in this softcover reissue from the 2001 series collecting his early work. A master of the unearthly atmosphere — David Lynch has nothing on him — Burns unleashes tales of a man transplanted with a dog’s heart, a failing marriage with an alarming secret, and, best of all, an evangelist’s son’s encounter with God and his path to millions because of it. At once cautionary, creepy and curious, Burns is consistently one of comics’ deepest thinkers.

3story3 Story - Matt Kindt (Dark Horse)
In this somber and beautifully realized tale, Matt Kindt recounts the life of a real giant as seen through the eyes of the three women most important to him — his mother, his wife and his daughter. It’s Citizen Kane meets Gulliver’s Travels. As with Super Spy, Kindt’s styles are multiple and thoroughly accomplished, as is the depth of the biography that measures the perception of a man by the opposite sex. It is an area of mystery where expectations can outgrow and overtake the self that lurks within. In this book, Kindt comes up with a protagonist who is truly as big as the author’s ideas.

Trotsky: A Graphic Biography - Rick Geary (Hill and Wang)
Geary, one of the best practitioners of the non-fiction comics form,  tackles the life of Communist thinker and leader by examining his ideas at a time when such radical naivete seemed like just the answer to oppression. Though it’s hard to say that Trotsky comes off as likable, Gear isn’t afraid to present the harsher side of the man in a fight for his own principles and some level of government fairness towards ordinary human beings, even when it involves executions of peasants who refused to fight in the revolution. A person like Trotsky is unlikely to exist again — we’re less tolerant of intellectuals and anyone with foibles — but Geary does a fantastic job at bringing the era to life.

Wasteland Vol 5 - Antony Johnson, Carla Speed McNeil, Joe Infurnari, Chuck BB, and Christopher Mitten (Oni Press)
The originally invigorating Wasteland series suffers another sidetracking setback — Vol. 4 with its foray into nomadic dog tribes was irritating enough. In that, the main characters and their stories were largely relegated to minor purposes, leaving them tied up for the duration of the story. In this volume, four flashback stories are presented, filling in details of the post apocalyptic word and leading up to the stories in the first volume. The problem is that no matter how well done these stories are — and they are extremely well realized, particularly with Mitten’s stunning color work on the final story — they are mostly superfluous. A nice time passer but I hope Johnson will get back to what made this series truly interesting. To that end, I highly recommend the first 3 volumes of the series if you haven’t read them already.

wetmoonv5Wet Moon Vol. 5 by Ross Campbell (Oni Press)
Campbell’s ongoing series of graphic novels follows a loose group of industrial-goth art school students in a mysterious Southern swamp town. Based on his own experiences at the Savannah College of Art and Design, Campbell weaves a network of gossip, doubt, and confessions that creates a mystique of experience in those transition years between high school and adulthood. Campbell shows an uncanny respect and sympathy for every character who enters the story, which keeps it down to earth even as the strange feeling in the air begins to wrap mystery around the story in ways you can’t quite put your finger on, even as it careens into an wholly unexpected event.

Year of Loving Dangerously - Ted Rall (NBM)
Unapologetically frank memoir of the year Rall spent as — there is no delicate way to put this — a gigolo who traded his favors for a roof over his head and a bed. Not just one — multiple places of action and rest were his in 1980s New York City, and this maze of mattresses serves as a stellar travelogue to life at that place and time. If Rall comes off as a bit of a rogue, he’s a least one with an interesting tale to tell — a series of misfortunes that saw him kicked out of college and on the streets during one of the scariest times in NYC history to be a homeless person.

Review: Wet Moon 4: Drowned in Evil By Ross Campbell

1John Seven6th Mar 2009Book Articles, Comics, , , ,

Now in its fourth volume, Ross Campbell’s “Wet Moon” series follows the intricate, daily back-and-forths of a group of freshman college students who are part of a goth/industrial scene in a hot and sleepy Southern town, as they stumble through the growing up process. This might sound like a hip “Afterschool Special,” but it’s the furthest thing from that. Campbell’s story sprawl can be alternately crude and adorable, actually traveling the landscape alongside his characters rather than looking down from above. He’s on their level — and by proxy the level of some of his readers — and it’s this talent that differentiates “Wet Moon” from so many other efforts with similar goals.

The central character is Cleo Lovedrop, the perpetual sweetheart whose heart gets constantly trampled upon. She stands as Patient Zero to the cast, which includes her snarky best friend Trilby and the third wheel flirtation Mara. There are a host of other characters who move in and out of the main action — so many, in fact, that Campbell offers a “Who’s Who” page at the end of each volume and that’s helpful. Any given character might be the focus of a section and then only appear later in page long vignettes that Campbell inserts within the dramatically focused sections. These are great moments that give the Wet Moon series its flavor, giving all-inclusive hints that there is more going on in the town than meets the eye, while still keeping it vague — it’s more atmospheric than physical, and that’s a tribute to Campbell’s choices in his presentation.

There’s definitely something in the air — a mood that hangs in the humidity and drapes the characters into a displacement that makes it seem as though they are walking in the vacuum of space. There’s nothing mysterious going on, though — as the circle widens and the world opens up, the social complications of their tribe become more complex. The characters rely on the same tools they always have, but that rarely involves direct negotiation with each other. The idea seems to be that they haven’t yet mastered the talent of emotional honesty because they are still in that learning stage — they’ll talk about their awkward sexual encounters before calmly addressing issues with each other — and that backdrop of problems never addressed mixes with the weight of the humidity to burden them further.

In Volume 4, the implied bizarre nature of the world around them revs up with the inclusion of a local superhero — a mysterious, down-to-earth one who roams parks at night protecting young girls from stalkers — who, it seems, might be so focused on male violence that she’s missing part of the real threat in the town of Wet Moon.

The implication is that the fringe of awareness is something fleeting for the characters, so burdened by the concerns of their own lives. They do notice things, though, and the way Campbell’s story unfolds has the quality that Wet Moon takes place on the edge of where other comics focus on. Imagine any superhero or horror comic and then figure out what happens to the people who aren’t in the center of that story.
Campbell’s character’s may well seize that focus eventually, but for right now it’s about the slow progression where their inner selves and the world around them are revealed with a precise and sometimes uncomfortable elegance.

Ross Campbell kicked my ass!

0John Seven10th Jul 2008Comics, , ,

Sometimes when you give a bad review, you forget there’s a face that goes with the work and a brain behind the face. It’s one thing when you’re ripping a Hollywood blockbuster — whatever, someone is being duly compensated for their pain and they’re working within a larger evil anyhow — but certain individual works, like comics can offer more direct effects on the reviewer and the reviewed.

Hell, Jana and I have both been there. For all the “Very Vicky” love that existed, there were also the bad reviews that went beyond a critical summation to being mean. And those just aren’t fun. At all. Especially when you don’t see yourself or your work reflected in the comments.

In a review for the Minx line, I had some fun directing some over-the-top criticisms toward the book “Water Baby” and thought nothing of it. I noticed tons of traffic being directed here from a Livejournal blog and so, curious, I went to see who had said what. As it turned out, it was creator Ross Campbell’s blog where he linked to the bad review and very politely spelled out his feelings about it and begged people to keep calm if they had to comment on my blog. They did, but they let loose there, which is certainly their right.

A funny thing happened, though. I started to find their characterizations of what I must be like to be bizarre, even over the top funny. They seemed so naive and blustery that the things they were saying in defense were kind of charming in a strange way. It seemed as though everyone was reading the review selectively in order to justify their preconceived notions about who would write such a thing. I came off as a person with disturbing issues who couldn’t write, had no idea how to review something, I was painted as a prude and, it felt, like a fuddy duddy reactionary suburban dad type, that I was intolerant of people different than me, that I had no idea of reality, of what teenagers are like, that I don’t like works about people different than me. And I thought to myself, “Geez, this is the sort of posturing I did to Ross Campbell, except there are like 30 more people doing it than this measly one of me.” All because I have very specific ideas about YA literature that aren’t unusual ideas to have and I made speculative sport of the creator— whether in a clunky or skillful way is not for me to say, but it certainly didn’t sit well with some people!

It’s always interesting to not just see yourself through the eyes of others but see how others imagine you are based on your written word — believe me, I’ve dealt with it scores of times locally because of things I’ve written in the paper. On one hand, folks on Ross’ blog were painting me as a repressed reactionary — on the other, folks who read the paper paint me as an outrageous, coarse liberal-minded degenerate hater of all that is right and holy. I mean, which was I???

Eh, I’m only me, neither a saint nor a turd.

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