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I’m resurrecting the KC Graphic Novel Club.
Hope to see you there (unless you don’t like comics, in which case I hope you enjoy whatever else you’ve planned that night).
It’s gonna be a doozy:
Pay attention in this opening sequence for a cameo from yours truly.
Local, mad genuis Rob presents the Superman strip he did for The Star.
(Don’t leave the page withoutÂ checking the director’s cut.)
My wife worked her ass off (yes, my pregnant wife works harder than me – pretty much across the board) while I napped and ripped a bunch of Nice Guy Tony’s CDs to my ever-expanding .mp3 collection.
Thanks to Rob, I also had plenty of reading material to tide me over this holiday weekend:
I finished Voice of the Fire, Alan Moore’s debut novel. I could recommend it to the right person. Thematically, the novel deals with many of the same subjects as Moore’s comic work: history, the occult, the act of creating art and how each of us weaves our reality from whatever loose threads existence presents to us. There’s also a fair amount of narrative experimentation, which one would expect from Moore. The first chapter alone is probably enough to frighten off the undisciplined reader – its written in the voice of a neolithic half-wit who has trouble separating dreams from reality. Another chapter’s narrator is a severed head with a lump of coal in one eye…good stuff! What surprised me about the novel is how tight Moore keeps his prose. Given his tendency toward over-description in his comic scripts, this is a unexpected and welcome feature. I think I’ll pick up my own copy of this novel so that I can read some of these stories to my son whilst we sit around a campfire late at night.
I also looked through Batman: Year 100, Paul Pope’s Batman books. The art: awesome. Drawn by Pope and colored by Jose Villarrubia (who also did digital photos for Moore’s novel above), Batman: Year 100 is a visual treat. I didn’t much care for the story – Batman in a dystopian, police-state Gotham City attempting to thwart a bio-terrorist attack. The media of the future paints Batman as a terrorist…yadda yadda yadda…but the real terrorists are________. The plot was blah and not very interesting and Pope (who scripted as well) had many subversive angles to work in this story but chose to go with the most obvious instead.
Finally, I looked through Put the Book Back on the Shelf, a collection of comics inspired by Belle & Sebastian songs. This book worked for me from start to finish because:
1) I like Belle & Sebastian
2) I like comics.
3) I really, really like comics that interpret songs or poetry. I’ve written a few myself (one for Peter Murphy’s ‘Cut You Up’ that I’m particularly proud of).
So, pick up this book if you like B&S or if you’re just a fan of fine comics.
Last, but not least, this just came to me from my beautiful wife:
“Afentra just mentioned that the Emasculators is going to be a comic book but they need artists.”
E-mail Afentra: afentra(at)965thbuzz.com for details.
(Rob, if you’re reading, would you cross-post this?)
i had never before sewn from a pattern.
i had never before sewn from a pattern with kittens around.
i had never before sewn from a pattern with kittens around to a David Bowie soundscape.
now i have.
In other news,
Graphic novelsâ€”pumped-up comicsâ€”are to many in their teens and twenties what poetry once was, before bare words lost their cachet. The nineteen-sixties decided that poet types would thenceforth wield guitars; the eighties imposed percussive rhythm and rhyme; the two-thousands favor drawing pens. Like life-changing poetry of yore, graphic novels are a young personâ€™s art, demanding and rewarding mental flexibility and nervous stamina. Consuming themâ€”toggling for hours between the incommensurable functions of reading and lookingâ€”is taxing. The difficulty of graphic novels limits their potential audience, in contrast to the blissfully easeful, still all-conquering movies, but that is not a debility; rather, it gives them the opalescent sheen of avant-gardism.
Speaking of graphic novels…The Fountain is soon to be released, which is nice, because I haven’t been pumped in a while about anything going on in comix. (Aronofsky is a champ.)