Much ado about regression

I think that Chris Sims’s piece on “the racial politics of regressive storytelling”–by which he means the way that resurrecting the original versions of characters like Green Lantern, the Atom, the Legion of Super-Heroes and so on has the unintended but unavoidable effect of re-whitening these franchises–ignores a lot of important details and thus badly misdiagnoses the source of this problem. But I’ll start by pointing out its strengths: Yeah, you know what, it is weird that concepts like the Flash and the Legion are so nostalgic despite being literally about forward motion and the future, as Sims points out on his own blog (though I like Geoff Johns’s takes on those characters anyway). Also, this isn’t exactly news, but it is indeed silly the way so many ethnic characters have nationality-or-stereotype-based powers (though as Sims notes, that’s true of plenty of nominally “white” European characters as well–Banshee, anyone?). And in general, it’s certainly not healthy for the superhero genre to be so inward-looking; as Sims notes, we’re a long way from Frank Miller and Alan Moore, whose successes stemmed in part from bringing in outside influences and from their restless desire to do things that hadn’t been done with these characters and concepts before. Finally, Sims is quite right to point out the grotesque undercurrent of majoritarian whinging you occasionally detect from fans, marginalizing non-white characters like John Stewart as “Black Lantern” and bitching about Idris Elba and Michael Clarke Duncan getting cast in movies and so on.

But while Sims’s central argument can’t really be denied–obviously, replacing (say) the Asian-American Atom or African-American Firestorm with their Caucasian forerunners does indeed make the DC line-up that much whiter–I think blaming it, as he does, on blinkered and compulsive nostalgia-mongering is misleading.

First of all, I’ve always thought the “legacy” concept, by which older characters are replaced by younger ones who inherit their basic costume-and-power-set concept, is one of the weirdest and lamest things about superhero comics. If Lost introduced a new doctor character with short hair and daddy issues and called him Jack, would it be “galling” or “regressive” for the audience, or subsequent writers, to want to bring the original guy back? Perhaps once upon a time, in its original form, when then-defunct Golden Age characters were replaced by Silver Age characters who were like totally different things, giving an old character’s name to a new one was the sort of forward-thinking freshmaker that Douglas Wolk has argued it is. But that’s very different from the “legacy” concept we know today–as I’ve said before, they’re all about new characters’ compulsion to live up to their forebears, no more forward-thinking than my college buddy’s dad naming him William Howard Taft V.

Secondly, I’m frankly not convinced that very many of these characters are such great losses beyond the surface value of their, uh, surfaces. Ryan Choi and Jason Rusch, the most recent Atom and Firestorm, are the stars of canceled series with no evident fanbase. At any rate, they’re still around and useable, and in fact they’ve both starred in big-deal event comics lately (Ryan in Cry for Justice, Jason in the ongoing Brightest Day where he shares the Firestorm powers with his white forerunner Ronnie Raymond). I also think it’s a stretch for Sims to rope newer Flash Wally West into the argument because his wife is…Korean-American, I guess, though you’d never know it from looking at any of the pictures I’ve ever seen of her. Ditto newer Green Lantern Kyle Rayner, who apparently and hilariously was retconned into being Latino. If you have to cite Yolanda Montez to shore up your argument, you’re grasping. (“Who?” Exactly.) As for the Legion, even semi-seriously citing that green skins/blue skins/black skins line is indicative of how goofy this is. And the less said Sims’s likening of the creation of an alternate Earth for more recent iterations of old superhero concepts to “the unintentional building of a cosmic-scale meta-textual ghetto,” the better.

In a nutshell, I think Sims’s argument is DC-based by necessity, since that’s the universe where the most prominent non-white characters have tended to be revamps of preexisting superhero mantles previously held by white dudes. If you look at most of the better, longest-lasting, most prominent superheroes who aren’t white–Storm, Luke Cage, Black Panther–they’re their own thing, not substitutes for previous characters. To filter it through a more familiar lens, I think it’s widely accepted that superheroines are considered lame is that so many of them are obvious, borderline creepy knock-off versions of the male characters like She-Hulk, Spider-Woman. (I think Supergirl and Batgirl clicked because they’re more like sidekicks.) Again, the ones who really work–Wonder Woman, Jean Grey, the Invisible Woman, Storm again–tend to be their own thing.

Moreover, and contra the likes of the DC characters mentioned above, the big Marvel non-white characters are associated with influential, acclaimed runs by important creators: Storm’s from the Claremont/Cockrum/Byrne X-Men, Luke Cage was rescued from obscurity by peak-of-his-powers Brian Michael Bendis for Alias and then placed at the forefront of the company-defining New Avengers, Black Panther is a goddamn Lee/Kirby Fantastic Four castmember. I know plenty of ’90s-era comics readers who are fond of Kyle or Wally and his wife Linda, and there are any number of superhero blogs who could tell you how much they enjoyed the low-double-digit runs of the recent Blue Beetle or Firestorm comics, but we’re clearly on a different level here.

Now, I know that the “one true versions” of Green Lantern (Hal Jordan), the Flash (Barry Allen), the Atom (Ray Palmer) et al who have recently been resurrected were all themselves replacements for earlier superheroes with those names. But there were many other variables in play here. For starters, the previous holders of those titles were, for the most part, predecessors in name only: The concepts for the original Green Lantern and Atom were very different, for example. They’d also been pretty much out of commission for quite some time before their publishers decided to reinvigorate their IP by coming up with new characters for those monikers. As Franklin Harris notes, this means the earlier versions didn’t have to be killed off or otherwise forcibly marginalized to make room for their replacements, which isn’t true for guys like Hal and Barry and Ray; I’d imagine that Harris is right to say that this is the source of a lot of lingering desire to bring back the previous versions.

This is getting into personal preference now, but of the suite of non-white heroes currently flying around the DCU, I’m not surprised to discover that my favorites–though not originals like Storm and Cage and the Panther–tend not to follow the usual model of copycatting a previous template as closely as their shunted-to-the-side counterparts. African-American Green Lantern John Stewart works for the same reason that white Green Lantern Guy Gardner works: They fit in as fellow members of the Green Lantern Corps, a concept that can allow for multiple people with the same power set, rather than as direct replacements for a slain Hal Jordan as was the apparently Mexican-American Kyle Rayner. Steel shares a name with some previous DC hero I don’t have the first clue about, but he’s also a can’t-miss combination of Iron Man with Superman’s cape, Thor’s hammer, and an iconic African-American legend’s name (John Henry Irons = AWESOME secret identity), all of which I’m reasonably sure didn’t apply to the last guy. Jaime Reyes is a direct replacement of the previous, murdered Blue Beetle, yeah, but he’s so different in identity (suburban teenager vs. grown-man billionaire inventor) and power set (magic alien artifact vs. basic eccentric tech stuff) that he feels less like a sub and more like what Hal Jordan was to Alan Scott. Plus, he’s in a very popular cartoon series, which is really the bottom line: The characters with the most purchase in the minds of fans and in pop-culture at large tend to be the ones who win out in the end, which is why the Green Lantern who originated the modern concept and starred in decades of stories and Super Friends beats the Green Lantern who gave us “women in refrigerators,” the crab mask, and relative obscurity.

My point is that if you don’t like the whitening of the DCU as it’s playing out through the return of Silver Age whitebread heroes, don’t blame Geoff Johns’s Rebirth comics or the fans who buy them–blame the people who thought the best way to diversify the DCU was to stick new guys in the old guys’ laundry.

Carnival of souls

* The unearthed/uncut version of Fritz Lang’s Metropolis is playing in New York City!

* Rickey Purdin reveals the comics he’s gotten over the past few weeks. I think a purchase pattern that involves Wilson, G.I. Joe, Girl Fuck, Hellboy, Mome, Orc Stain, Invincible, FCHS, and Grickle is a pretty delightful one. Comics, Rickey is your audience.

* A He-Man & the Masters of the Universe art show featuring Matt Furie, Nick Gazin, Brandon Graham, Corey Lewis, Angie Wang, and that Adrian Riemann guy who did those awesome Hipsters of the Universe fashion illos a while back? Floating World, you have made me burn with desire.

* Mike Mignola talks to Kiel Phegley about Abe Sapien: The Abyssal Plain and the Mignola/Arcudi Hellboy/BPRD folklore/pulp divide. A regular interview series about the Mignolaverse is a real mitzvah.

* Jesse Moynihan’s GWC has wrapped up at Arthur magazine’s comics site. Cosmic absurdism. Read the whole thing.

* I think you will nevertheless enjoy Douglas Wolk’s interview with Grant Morrison about Batman if you enjoy Grant Morrison interviews about Batman.

* Speaking of Douglas and Techland, it was quite fortuitous that his piece on how the common-sense-defying policies of the Big Two comics publishers regarding same-day digital delivery of their products came out on the exact same day as Tom Spurgeon’s lengthy, meaty interview with retailer Brian Hibbs, in which Hibbs expresses as his overriding, number-one wish regarding digital comics that the Big Two publishers avoid same-day digital delivery. Simply put, I think that if Marvel and DC ever really get involved in digital comics, Brian doesn’t have a prayer of his wish coming true. In the wake of the iPad I wouldn’t be surprised at all if you see moves in that direction this year, in fact. And not a moment too soon. You just can’t expect publishers to throw money away forever, not when there’s a demonstrated demand for doing things a certain way that’s already being met by pirates. And I agree with Douglas that, contra Brian, it’s very much the “gotta read it by Wednesday afternoon!” crowd that will fire digital sales, not civilians looking for perennials. They’ll be part of it, but once they’re provided with an easy way to follow things as they come out, that’s what they’ll do, same as they do with TV shows and movies and music and whatever else.

Comics Time: Jumbly Junkery #8-9

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Jumbly Junkery #8

L. Nichols, writer/artist

self-published, October 2009

44 pages

$5

Jumbly Junkery #9

L. Nichols, writer/artist

self-published, April 2010

36 pages

$5

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Most of the minicomics I’ve read have one overriding, primary purpose: They’re an art object, they’re a formal exercise, they’re a concise storytelling or visual statement. L. Nichols’s Jumbly Junkery has a purpose, I think, but instead of a well-placed sniper’s bullet, it’s a shotgun blast. The goal of her one-woman anthology minicomics series appears to be nothing more or less than creating a vehicle for the unfiltered self-expression of a cartoonist with a massively prodigious work ethic. It’s a conveyor belt from the artist’s brain to the reader’s.

Most of the strips in these two issues, based on my unscientific survey, are little autobiographical sketches. They’re the sort of comic where

each new phrase

is separated out from the others

and captions each new panel

for an effect that is at once staccato

and ersatz-elegiac.

Which is not my favorite writing style in the world, admittedly. But in Nichols’ case it doesn’t come across like the comics-as-poetry nightmare you might be picturing, because it’s so clearly tied to her compulsion to create. It’s like she can’t help but draw a new panel for every phrase and clause. The two issues are peppered with strips where she either contemplates her constant drawing or perseverates on the worrying feeling that, you know, this is all there is, occasionally combining as she fears that what she’s doing is an insufficient means of transcending both her own inadequacies and those of humanity in general. In all three cases, there’s a sense of obsession that goes a long way toward undercutting any potential cutesiness in the art or execution. Throw in the repeated motif of mathematical formulae, derived from her own studies IRL and serving the same purpose as those spotted mandalas in Blankets, and you can understand what she’s going through even you’re not quite ready to go along with her.

Nichols works primarily in a pleasantly cartoony style best exemplified by her self-caricature as a stuffed doll with x’d-out button eyes and a mohawk. Again, there’s the danger of twee, but it’s undercut by genuinely deft gray shading, the doll’s unsettling featurelessness, and an overall attention to craft. Moreover, issue #9 displays a wide array of styles, from a wiry, scratchy, more recognizably “altcomix” philosophical comic to an abstract comic with Mondrian-style squares to a cleaner, slicker “comic strip” style complete with zipatone to an almost xkcd-ish bit on the white noise of technology to a funny-animal thing that feels like a Matt Furie comic drawn by someone who does kids comics for First Second. And since most of the stories in both issues are just one or two pages long, there’s a pleasant idea churn. Don’t like this strip? Don’t worry, there’s a new one on the next page. All told, Jumbly Junkery is a fine example of a minicomic as a means to an end, a record of and venue for a cartoonist’s progress rather than a discreet declaration.

Hypocrisy or irony or something like that

I just got very, very upset–like, I had to fast-forward–by a commercial for (I think) AT&T wireless because it was using the song “From the Morning” by Nick Drake. I just couldn’t bear to hear a song like that in a commercial. Then I realized that this must be exactly how all the people who already listened to Nick Drake before that Volkswagon commercial that used “Pink Moon” came out–which is how I first heard of Nick Drake.

Carnival of souls: Special “NERDS!!!!!!!!” edition

* Against nerd-culture hegemony: Parts one, two, three, four, five, etc., etc….

* Seriously, read Matt Zoller Seitz’s anti-superhero-movie piece in Salon. It’s no secret what an admirer of Seitz’s I am, but I hope you’ll believe me any way that it’s a cut above the screeds you’ve seen along these lines from, I don’t know, Roger Ebert or Ron Rosenbaum, or a Comics Journal message board user in 2002, or whatever. It’s the kind of thing where you can disagree with several of his specific assessments of superhero movies–I love Burton’s Batman and hate Spider-Man 2, just for example–and still agree wholeheartedly with his conclusion. For me, the prosecution could present the Fantastic Four movies as Exhibit A in The People vs. Superhero Movies and rest their case immediately–you have access to the definitive work of one of the greatest visual thinkers in any medium of the entire 20th century, and that’s what you come up with? Anyway, I talk a bit more about Seitz’s piece on Robot 6. Suffice it to say I’ve been thinking and chatting a lot about the goonish conservatism of nerd culture for the past few days–ever since Wilson came out, I believe–so this piece was a nice bit of synchronicity.

* Elsewhere on Robot 6: Sexy superhero art from Canadian cartoonists. Here’s Jillian Tamaki’s Catwoman:

* Comic-Con’s David Glanzer talks to Kiel Phegley about the Con’s big decision on location. I was struck to see him publicly batting down at least one claim made by L.A. Inc’s Michael Krouse in that Jeremy-Piven-in-Entourage interview yesterday. Also, to hear Glanzer tell it (and contra Krouse and Chris Butcher), San Diego’s offer was a fine one, although of course that’s what he’d say.

* Actual, honest-to-God new reader Curt Purcell says Blackest Night was plenty new-reader friendly, thank you very much, for whatever its other faults.

* Tom Neely is the best there is at what he does.

* Despite its lack of anything from The Wizard of Oz (flying monkeys!!!), this list of disturbing moments in kids’ movies from Topless Robot’s Ethan Kaye has a strong blend of iconic horrors (Willy Wonka’s tunnel is the predictable and deserving #1, you’ve got the Child Catcher and Bambi’s mom) with offbeat and personal choices (the clown nightmare instead of Large Marge in Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure, also-ran animated features like Scruffy and The Black Cauldron, which reminds me I wanna reread the Prydain Chronicles).

Lost thoughts extra

In addition to the usual enlightening back-and-forth, in this week’s Lost thoughts comment thread you fan find a couple of observations from me regarding last night’s episode that occurred to me since I wrote the original post last night. They’re on the meatier side, and normally I’d have created a second full-fledged post for them, but I didn’t want to derail the discussion. Check them out, and please weigh in if you’d like.

Carnival of souls

* San Diego Daze Part One: Sure, I guess contacting the Comic-Con organization for an explanation of their exhibitor badge rate hike is one way of exploring the story, Tom, or should I say Mr. Fancy-Pants.

* San Diego Daze Part Two: Los Angeles’ chief spokesman in its effort to win Comic-Con away from San Diego, Michael Krouse, really does come across like something out of The Player in this interview with Kiel Phegley.

* San Diego Daze Part Three: In no uncertain terms, Chris Butcher stomps all over the idea that San Diego has been a good host to the Con.

* Rich Juzwiak liked the Nightmare on Elm Street remake–for bringing some gravitas to Freddy, of all things–but for me the money quote in his review is this:

Some time during, oh, the fourth Saw flick or so, this much should have been clear to even the most ardent horror defender: we’re the ones who are really being tortured. We slog through so much garbage and for what? To find that rare diamond in a rough like back in the VHS days? To see just how far cinema will go to freak us out and make us squirm? To actually freak out and squirm? Because being smarter than garbage beats being dumber than art? I don’t know really what the point is (probably a little from each of the presented scenarios), but I know that I’m a gleeful masochist.

“Because being smarter than garbage beats being dumber than art”–friends, is that a tagline for all of nerd culture?

* Real Life Horror: It’s like something out of the movies, only not really; we dodged a bullet this time, but for how long?

* This is an extraordinary album cover.

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* I…I don’t even know what to say about this. I really don’t. Words fail.

Comics Time: Wilson

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Wilson

Daniel Clowes, writer/artist

Drawn & Quarterly, April 2010

80 pages, hardcover

$21.95

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All apologies to Ken Parille, but I don’t think the kaleidoscopic array of styles in which Daniel Clowes drew Wilson says much of anything. I think that’s the gag. And I mean this aside from the fact that these are all styles you saw Clowes employ (and no duh–as with Ware, it’s almost boring at this point to mention that the guy is an absolute titan of craft) with full shock-of-the-new force in Eightball #22/Ice Haven, where the Sunday-funnies format made their import a lot clearer. Here, it’s like Thirty Two Short Films About Some Dickhead, or that guy who pointed out that all New Yorker cartoons are funny if you caption them with “Christ, what an asshole.” Draw it how you will: Wilson’s always there, in medium close-up more often than not, a wide-eyed and open-mouthed expression of guileless wonder on his face more often than not, saying something fucking horrible almost constantly. No matter how you shake and dance, the last two drops go in your pants; no matter whether he’s detailed or abstracted or realistic or cartoony or full-color or two-tone or black-and-white or whatever the hell, Wilson is a massive, massive tool.

Wilson is sort of like the refined, sharpened, weaponized version of Mister Wonderful. Marshall is self-absorbed, Wilson is self-absorbed and cruel. Each single-page unit of Mister Wonderful is paced like a gag strip; the same is true of Wilson, only there are four times as many of them, and they’re at someone’s expense. There’s hope for Marshall; Wilson ends on a note akin to The Godfather Part II. Mister Wonderful is funny; Wilson is hilarious–I read this on the train and was embarrassingly vocal in my enjoyment of it. The second I got to a computer I made “PROPERTY OF SIR D.A.D.D.Y. BIG-DICK” my Google Chat status, I emailed my friends the entirety of Wilson’s disquisition on The Dark Knight, and even now I can’t think of “Hey, it talks!” without laughing out loud. Marshall is preoccupied with making a connection with someone outside himself, even if he’s constantly hamstringing his attempts to do so; the only times Wilson appears able to take that step is when death has rendered it too little, too late. This book is utterly mean and hilarious, and I loved every page.

Lost thoughts

SPOILERS, SPOILERS, SPOILERS, SPOILERS

* The strange thing about episodes at this stage is that you can’t really be shocked by any deaths, because you only have four episodes to go including tonight’s and this show being what it is you know some major characters are going to die, while moreover there are only so many left to kill. It’s not like early on where every death was a stunner because whoa, they killed a main character; it’s not like later where you knew what they were capable of but never were quite sure when or on whom the ax would fall. Now the only question is, like, will Kate’s bullet wound be fatal, or will Sawyer’s charge of the Light Brigade give him the blaze of glory we’ve all be reasonably sure he’s been heading for.

* Turns out the answer in both cases is no, which I’m glad for; I didn’t expect Sawyer or Kate to die this early, not really, but nor did I expect Jin and Sun to die at all. That strikes me as a real gutpunch to the show’s own emotional core. Jin and Sun episodes were as constant as the sunrise.

* What I’m really glad about is the final scene with the castaways, where you finally have them react to loss the way people in the real world react, which is to cry. When Hurley broke down…yeah, that was a toughie.

* I’m glad Sayid was redeemed in the end, via one of the show’s favorite paths to redemption, volunteering to take the brunt of a bomb blast. It was good to have old, calm, expert Sayid back one last time. Plus, “It’s going to be you, Jack.” Nice and cryptic.

* I felt bad for Jin and Sun’s kid. I spent most of that scene figuring Sun would finally say “you have to live for Ji Yeon” and Jin would reluctantly swim to safety. As it turns out they didn’t appear to be thinking about Ji Yeon. Sorry, kid.

* Jack being right about the bomb was a step in the redemption direction for a character that fans and fellow characters alike have written off as a habitual fuck-up, so of course I liked that.

* I figure Lapidus will live to quip another day. Or not, I don’t really care, he was kind of a waste of time all told. It’s nice that he was genre-y, but so what.

* I know that the flashsideways material should feel like an afterthought or an also-ran in an episode like this, but it didn’t. Those right there are your two central characters hashing some major things out. That scene in the hospital hallway at the end, where John laughs at the notion of letting go, is one of my favorites in the whole history of the show.

* I was also very happy, for some reason, to see Jack meet Helen. Somehow that makes Locke’s happiness more real…?

* Did you notice the editing that suggested Jack was dreaming of his flashsideways self?

* Glad to get rid of the miscast dougy scientist Widmorian. (Widmoron?)

* So how long has the MIB’s plan been in effect? Just recently, or was he trying to get other people to kill off the Candidates, or get them to kill each other, all along? Maybe he needed to bump off Jacob first and only then was it worth going after the Candidates. I suppose that makes sense.

* Where was Widmore during the various fracases?

* I wonder if we won’t get the big “here’s the secret history of the Island and Jacob and the MIB” until the “two-part series finale,” i.e. not next episode but the episode after that.

Carnival of souls

* The San Diego Comic-Con is raising the price of extra exhibitor badges from $75 to $200? That’s a massive year-to-year increase, that’s for sure, though I know so little about the economics of the Big Show that I hardly feel equipped to comment. My first instinct is that yes, this is a way to price out smaller exhibitors to make more room for the big guns given the lack of elbow room the show now has, but I’d be happy to be persuaded otherwise as I find the show a generally admirable organization in terms of its attempts to balance art and commerce and the needs of a wide variety of media and fandoms. (Via Kevin Melrose.)

* Rest in peace to the front-of-Previews comics internet’s greatest troll, Alan Coil.

* Recently on Robot 6: Rollins Loves Danzig, Shaw and Moynihan Love Lost, and He-Man and Tron love men.

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* Benjamin Marra barbarian action as you like it!

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* Lots of interesting RPG talk in the comments for yesterday’s Carnival, including a special guest appearance from a member of my old war party, cartoonist Davey Oil. Another such august personage, AllTooFlat.com’s Kennyb, weighs in on his tumblr.

* Won’t you please check out last episode’s Lost thoughts thread before rejoining us this evening? Wow, are there only four episodes left of the whole series, or am I miscalculating?

Carnival of souls: Special “dual must-reads” edition

* Ready to have your guts totally ripped out? Read Tim O’Shea’s interview with Driven by Lemons‘ Josh Cotter. I am at a loss for words as to what even to say about it, except this: Josh, if you’re reading this, you stepping away from comics would be a disaster for comics. This is a MUST READ.

* Sylvester Stallone is 99% sure he won’t make a fifth Rambo movie. I’m fine with that. More fine if he was gonna go in the “Rambo vs. genetically engineered soldier-monster” direction he’d mooted, less fine if he was gonna go in the “Rambo vs. Juarez” direction, but basically fine either way because how do you top the last one?

* Dash Shaw and Jesse Moynihan teamed up to do a three-feet-tall comic strip about Lost for the new issue of The Believer? Yes please.

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* I’ve got something to say: Go buy Henry & Glenn Forever, the new collection of romantic gag strips starring Henry Rollins and Glenn Danzig by Tom Neely and his Igloo Tornado compatriots. Don’t think about it–do it!

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* Recently on Robot 6, a pair of links swiped from Comics Comics: Dan Nadel & Paul Gravett’s Jack Kirby art show and the music of the ’60s Spider-Man cartoon. Frank Santoro, if you’re reading this, check the comments to that last post.

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* Although it seems as un-spoilery as possible, Kiel Phegley’s interview with Mike Mignola about the next cycle of B.P.R.D. stories is still, you know, an interview about the next cycle of B.P.R.D. stories, so caveat lector.

* Kevin Huizenga appears to be serializing his story “Rumbling” on Jordan Crane’s gorgeous webcomics portal What Things Do–here’s the stuff that’s already been published in Or Else and a minicomic, iirc.

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* Here’s a comic by Bill Griffith about Levittown, the town on Long Island where my wife and I now live. (Via JK Parkin.)

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* Kate Beaton does Macbeth. Gee, whichever strip shall I choose to illustrate this link?

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* Curt Purcell continues his Blackest Night retrospective with a salute to the superheroic state-of-the-art visuals of Ivan Reis and Doug Mahnke and his personal issue-by-issue breakdown of how the event would best be read, collected, and thought about. My superhero-centric readers are really gonna wanna read both.

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* Like basically everyone else, Jason Adams thought The Human Centipede was much ado about bullshit, as the aforementioned Bard once put it, I think.

* Jason also reviews the remake of A Nightmare on Elm Street, a cautionary tale of what happens when imaginationless people make a movie about the power of the imagination.

* I’m always game for a genre-trash poster-art gallery. Thanks, Monster Brains!

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* The BBC interviews the great choral composer Eric Whitacre about his now-viral “virtual choir” video for his song “Lux Arumque.” I could not love Whitacre’s music more.

* Your quote of the day:

“It’s so funny because when the economy first started collapsing, everyone was freaking out and asking when comics would be hit, but now that things have really taken a toll on sales, no one is saying shit about it.”

–a friend of mine on Marvel’s month-to-month sales analysis for March 2010.

* Jiminy Christmas, this is an absolutely epic Playing D&D with Porn Stars posts on the myriad ways to “railroad” your players, i.e. to leave them with little or no choice but to do exactly what you want them to do. Seriously, I saved it for last so you can immediately go and read the whole thing yourself (after listening to the Whitacre interview of course).

Zak’s thesis, which I take it is derived from a considerable body of thought and writing on RPGs, is that between a full-fledegd railroad and its opposite, a “sandbox” in which anything the players want to do goes, there are infinite gradations. Thinking back on my one glorious D&D campaign, I’m not sure how to characterize it using Zak’s terminology, because what my DM–the great Bill DeFranza, who I’m told is now professionally writing RPG material so look out, suckers–did was, over the course of months and I think even years (before I joined the campaign), deceive the players as to what was going on via a non-player character who was secretly a total bastard. Essentially, our ragtag group hooked up at some point with a mindflayer named Oolitek who, despite what we knew of his race’s proclivities, seemed to be a stand-up guy. In addition to helping us out of jams and giving us advice, he would actually say emotionally involving and moving things to us about issues in our characters’ lives. Seriously, I loved this dude. Alas, it turned out he was manipulating us all along to slowly eliminate major monsters, magic users, and power centers so that he and his cohorts could apocalyptically blot out the sun and unleash the Underdark upon the surface world, which is precisely what ended up happening. Now, were we steered toward this conclusion? Without a doubt. Once we took down the last major obstacle for Oolitek’s plot–a beholder, iirc–could we have stopped it no matter what we did? I sort of think not; I had some sort of disintegrator ray-gun I stole from an off-world spaceship that had crashed (leading to a lot of confusion for my medieval-level mind), and even though I missed when I blasted the big doomsday device Oolitek’s pals had constructed, I sort of doubt Bill would have let me gum up the works in the end. But none of us minded, because it was such a great story, and moreover one that was totally contingent on our group’s desire to Do Good in the wake of a variety of lousy personal choices each of us had made in the past. Plus, we could have avoided it all along if we’d, you know, never trusted a fucking mindflayer.

Anyway. Personally, I think you can apply many of Zak’s lessons about railroading directly to fiction writing. Sure, your characters don’t have the autonomy that real-live player characters in a role-playing game have–but wouldn’t you like it to feel like they do?

Comics Time: Mister Wonderful

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Mister Wonderful

Daniel Clowes, writer/artist

The New York Times, September 2007-February 2008

20 pages

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The key sequence in the comic Dan Clowes serialized through The New York Times‘ Funny Pages section a couple years back (!!!) comes in its October 28th. 2007 installment. Up to that point, and afterwards in fact, you could fairly comfortably play the theme song to Curb Your Enthusiasm in the background while reading and get roughly the right effect. The titular character, a graying sad sack named Marshall, is so self-obsessed in a self-deprecating manner that it’s almost a mental illness. In a series of one-page sequences he waits for a blind date he’s increasingly sure will never arrive, mentally lashing out at himself and his fellow coffee-shop patrons in a torrent of caption boxes that superimpose themselves on action and dialogue alike. Clowes’s comedic pacing is drum-tight, his portraiture hilariously scathing, able to capture the pleading vulnerabilites of a human face and then exploit them ruthlessly. You’re left wondering if this will ultimately be as biting a portrait of a pathetic, bitter guy as was The Death-Ray (only, you know, with no ray guns).

Things don’t exactly improve when Marshall’s blind date, a lovely if seemingly scatterbrained woman just shy of 40 named Natalie, actually shows up. Marshall, who at this point is half-drunk, immediately begins constructing elaborate fantasies of their happy life together, basically calling her the most perfect person who ever existed–the better to preemptively excoriate himself for blowing it with every fumbled word or body-language cue. Most of what she says to him is obscured by his interior-monlogue captions: Immediately after thinking to himself, “O.K., Marshall — now’s the perfect time to show what a sympathetic and attentive listener you are — eye contact, Marshall! Concentrate!”, he interrupts a word balloon containing the story of her failed marriage with a giant block of narration beginning “So here’s the basic gist:”. It’s smart cartooning, as you’d expect from Daniel effing Clowes, and it’s nasty and funny, as you’d also expect.

Then something unexpected, and subsequently unremarked-upon, happens. Marshall relates to us the story of Natalie’s common-law marriage, a 15-year relationship that began in grad school and ended when she could no longer forgive her boyfriend’s laughing dismissal of her worry that their lack of an actual marriage or children meant he was ashamed of her. It’s just a four-panel sequence, but it’s done in these lovely glacial blues, and there’s this gut-wrenching effect Clowes uses to convey the idea that “every time she went into that room, the laugh was there”: A large, three dimensional, yellow block-letter “HA HA,” first sitting on the kitchen table, then towering over the whole room like a monument.

It’s not made explicit, but here’s the thing: This isn’t Natalie’s memory of the disintegration of her relationship. This is Marshall’s mental reconstruction of Natalie’s story, pitched to us with the same no-bull neurosis as everything else he’s told us so far. Only it’s beautiful, it’s thoughtful, it’s sad and crushing. For these four panels only, all traces of Marshall’s compulsive self-absorption and solipsism are gone. Whatever he thinks of himself in the moment, we know he really did empathize with Natalie, he really did listen attentively, he really does care about her not as an idealized ticket out of his miserable lonely life, but as a person with a story all her own. For all the Larry David humor and brutal caricature in here, that’s the beating heart of the story, hidden under all the black. I think it’s worth remembering the next time you hear someone dismiss Clowes as a misanthropic self-loathing crank. Mister Wonderful is a story about the need to cling to one another in the face of not just the world’s awfulness but also your own, because what else are you gonna do? It doesn’t skimp on the awfulness, but the clinging’s the point.

Comics Time: Tales Designed to Thrizzle #6

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Tales Designed to Thrizzle #6

Michael Kupperman, writer/artist

Fantagraphics, April 2010

32 pages

$4.95

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Aw, bummer, this one isn’t that good! I never thought I’d be saying this, but this issue of Michael Kupperman’s heretofore unfailingly, unflaggingly hilarious humor series is kind of flat. That manic twisting-and-turning of his, where each new panel or turn of the page can completely upend the premise of the previous one, is nowhere to be found. You don’t know how disappointing it is for a die-hard Kupperfan to discover that, say, the “Jungle Princess” story begins and ends with the same jungle-heroine premise. Yeah, it’s funny that she dresses the exact same way in her city-dweller “secret identity,” and there are some cute sight gags involving jungle creatures doing unusual things, but that’s as you’d expect it to be. Similarly, a Richie Rich parody in which the little rich kid eats jewels ends with him needing surgery to remove the jewels from his intestines; the story of a has-been Broadway actress in danger of getting upstaged by her new production’s elaborate drainage system ends with her getting upstaged by her new production’s elaborate drainage system; Einstein and Twain in space is basically just Einstein and Twain in space, and though it does end with the out-of-nowhere death of director Tony Scott, it’s your basic “spaceship lands on someone annoying” gag. (I preferred it when Mystery Science Theater 3000: The Movie wished that the crashing spaceship at the end of This Island Earth would land on, of all people, Kenny Loggins.) Kupperman’s unmistakable art is as meticulously constructed as ever–I’ve seen him draw and I still can’t figure out how he does it–and the appealing color work still lets his uncanny linework shine, but beyond that? It’s like half of the ideas fell out someplace, and you keep waiting and waiting for craziness that never comes. 🙁

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* Whoa, local boy makes good! Jason Adams talks A Nightmare on Elm Street–original, sequels, remake–for NBC. He’s even got a separate piece on the seven best Nightmare kills! Today My New Plaid Pants, tomorrow the Peacock Network, apparently. Jason, this is great–congratulations! You know I’ve always believed in you. <3 * A couple of big interviews with A Song of Ice and Fire/A Game of Thrones‘ George R.R. Martin popped up over the past couple of days. First, here he is in the Cover to Cover podcast at the Dragon Page. There are a few interesting tidbits in this one.

* First, he confirms that HBO’s plan is to dedicate one season to each book in the series. I wonder if each one will have a new title, or if that’ll be too confusing? It’d look cool on your DVD shelf, at least.

* Second, he talks about the extensive delays for the publication of volume four, A Feast for Crows, and the still-unfinished volume five, A Dance with Dragons. Martin says that one of the main obstacles for these two books was a five-year jump in the storyline he’d initially planned to take place between books three and four. He spent a full year writing the fourth book with that device in place before coming to the conclusion that it just wasn’t working, scrapping it and starting over. That’s what led to the publication of A Feast for Crows as we know it, and of course in that book’s afterword he explained that the story expanded in the writing to such a degree that one book essentially became two, with A Dance with Dragons following the characters we don’t really see in Crows. However, in the podcast he notes that while the five-year gap didn’t work for most of the story, it did work for some of the story. But to get rid of all that bathwater, he had to lose the baby too, and it’s reworking the parts that worked fine with his original plan that’s giving him so much trouble.

* Third, he comes out and says that he knows A Song of Ice and Fire is his magnum opus, the work for which he’ll be remembered, so he’s become a perfectionist about it. When the interviewers point out that this is self-applying an ungodly amount of pressure, he kind of sighingly acknowledges it. Poor dude. (Link via Martin’s LJ.)

* The other big interview is with the Chicago Tribune’s Maureen Ryan, the Battlestar Galactica superfan whose nerd-centric TV writing for a mainstream publication has established her as a sort of less annoying man’s Doc Jensen. Ryan confirms through HBO that the actress playing Daenerys Targaryne is indeed being recast, along with the previously switched-up Catelyn Stark. The interview itself focuses on Martin’s long history with Hollywood, his role in the creation of the HBO series, and of course the lateness of A Dance with Dragons, plus the upcoming comics adaptation of Martin’s vampire novel Fevre Dream from Avatar. Nothing earthshattering, but I am such a fucking whore for these books I’ll take whatever I can get. And you, dear readers, get to take it with me! (Via Winter Is Coming.)

* Recently on Robot 6: Ross Campbell is too sexy for his comics;

* and Brian Chippendale explains it all. Audio and video previews of If n’ Oof abound. (Via Frank Santoro.)

* Rich Juzwiak watches Tom Six’s The Human Centipede so you don’t have to. Sounds like the torture-porn equivalent of Snakes on a Plane.

* The Onion AV Club’s Scott Tobias tackles Neil Marshall’s The Descent as part of his New Cult Canon series. It’s a solid piece, but I really don’t understand the very popular notion that the original cut of the film is somehow bleaker and more uncompromising than the revision. There are more horrifying things than monsters, you know?

* Post-apocalyptic/dystopian fiction set in a world where Cthulhu has successfully risen? Sure, I’ll eat it.

* Real Life Horror: Meet the new boss, same as the old boss. Cue Locke-in-the-Hatch video, roll credits. (Via everyone.)

* Allow me to be the 3,892nd person to direct you to Jay Pavlina’s Super Mario Bros. Crossover, an online simulator of the original Super Mario Nintendo game wherein you can play as Link, Samus Aran, Simon Belmont, Mega Man, or one of the dudes from Contra–complete with their customary moves and weapons. Good golly, as soon as I finish New Super Mario Bros. Wii I know how I’ll be spending my weekends.

* Jeepers Creepers, dig this “Middle-earth metro map” t-shirt. I wear a Men’s size M if anyone’s interested in buying me a belated birthday present, is all I’m saying. (Via Topless Robot.)

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* Review I’m putting off until I experience the thing being reviewed #1: Ken Parille on Daniel Clowes’s Wilson.

* Review I’m putting off until I experience the thing being reviewed #2: Jason Adams on The Descent: Part 2.

* Review I already read even though I haven’t experienced the thing being reviewed: Rich Juzwiak on the Blur reunion documentary No Distance Left to Run.

* Review I read after writing my own review of the thing being reviewed: Tom Spurgeon on Lane Milburn’s Death Trap.

* Anders Nilsen does a comic about Abraham and Isaac! Also, he’s selling a minicomic/postcard set/thing featuring some of the stuff he’s posted on his blog. Click the blog link and look in the sidebar for the link to buy it.

* Curt Purcell will be getting back into the Blackest Night blogging game now that it’s all said and done. Looking forward to it!

* The campaign for the Monster Squad to use more recent monsters is going strong!

* I liked Stacie Ponder’s list of her five favorite horror-movie monster reveals.

* Adam Ant is bipolar as a motherfucker.

* Trent Reznor is starting a new non-Nine Inch Nails band with his wife Mariqueen Maandig. Sure, I’ll eat it. He’s been talking about having song ideas for a female singer for over a decade now, after all.

* So wait, is the problem that music writing is too critical or not critical enough? One or the other!

Comics Time: Death Trap

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Death Trap

Lane Milburn, writer/artist

self-published, April 2010

112 pages

$12

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It feels good to see someone win a Xeric Grant whose work you’ve already been following, then to discover that the work they won that Xeric for is their best work to date. In that light, Lane Milburn’s Death Trap is the feel-good comic of the year. Everything he does well, he does as well as he’s ever done it here: Immersive environments, crosshatched and “lit” to look like they were constructed from solid smoke. Weird, ugly monster designs that connote some sort of infectious sickness of reality as much as they do simply somethin’ scary. A real mastery of building the human body out of its constituent parts into something that appears meaty and palpable on the page–from his trademark fireplug goons to a convincingly sexy teenage girl. A flair for the ridiculous that manifests itself both through far more controlled riffing on the over-the-top writing of comics of yore than what you saw in his recent Feeble Minded Funnies and through a series of action beats and sight gags that juxtapose his bizarre creatures with the ’70s redneck-stoner-horror demimonde he squeezes them into. Some truly killer beat-by-beat action sequences of the sort you wish somebody, anybody who isn’t working with Grant Morrison on Batman & Robin would attempt in a contemporary superhero comic. An intelligent combination of the teenagers-preyed-upon-by-maniacs horror of The Texas Chain Saw Massacre with even woolier comics villainy. Off-to-the-side visual flourishes, from the separate full-color science fiction story that opens the book to a Mario Bava/Barbara Steele-style pin-up that kicks off the main titular tale. And perhaps the most finely tuned sense of queasy, bottom-just-dropped-out horror and madness you’ll find in comics this side of Al Columbia. If any of this sounds at all appealing to you, drop the 12 bones, and put some cash aside for whatever he does next.

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* It’s Wilson Day!

* Also, Tom Spurgeon wrote a book about the John Romitas! Sort of!

* I am quite flattered and surprised to see that my and Isaac Moylan’s The Side Effects of the Cocaine: David Bowie April 1975-February 1976 made the illustrious NeilAlien’s Favorites of MoCCA 02010!

* Lots of good news on Robot 6: Graeme McMillan is back, Graeme and Kevin Melrose are also working on our new Hollywood/nerd-culture-centric sister blog Spinoff Online, and we’ve revised our comment guidelines. I know there are people reading the blog who wouldn’t touch the comments with a ten-meter cattle prod; we’re going to change that. The “MARVEL/DC/BENDIS/JOHNS SUXXXX” days are over.

* Case in point: Inspired by Tom Spurgeon and Tim O’Neil, I asked Robot 6’s readers what makes them say “okay, that’s enough” when it comes to a comic, creator, or character. The responses have been smart, civil, and in some cases provocative. Check ’em out.

* Holy cow, is this fascinating: Scientific America’s Joshua Harthshorne whips up a linguist’s wishlist for heretofore largely theoretical features of language he’d like to see the creators of the Dothraki tongue for HBO’s adaptation of George R.R. Martin’s A Game of Thrones pick up, just for the experiment of seeing how the fans who’ll make it a point to learn the language work with them. For example:

Action verbs. For action verbs in English and possibly all languages, the subject is the doer and the object the do-ee (“Mary broke/kicked/threw the vase”). Though again there are a few more complicated languages, prominent theorists posit this pattern is an innate part of our linguistic minds. However, others argue the dominance of this pattern is an historical accident and verbs where the doer is the object and the do-ee is the subject should be perfectly learnable. Numerous studies have shown that both adults and preschoolers find it very difficult to learn subject-do-ee verbs (“The vase shbroke Mary” = “Mary broke the vase”), but again these studies are short, so perhaps the participants simply didn’t spend enough time learning and using the new verbs. Use this pattern for Dothraki — or, even better, have some verbs follow one pattern (“break”) and other verbs the other (shbroke) — and we’ll see how well students can do given more time.

You’ll want to click the link to read the whole thing and catch all the linkage and annotations that my rudimentary copypasta won’t convey. (Via Westeros.)

* Eric Heisserer, who will always be known around these parts as the creator of maybe my favorite web-horror project Dionaea House, tells io9 that the Thing prequel he’s now working on (revising a screenplay by Ronald Moore) will be as direct a prequel to John Carpenter’s version as he can possibly manage. So that’s nice. (Via Dread Central.)

* Grab yourself a cold one and treat yourself to a Matt Maxwell con report, this one on Stumptown.

* Zom from the Mindless Ones talks about Batman & Robin colorist Alex Sinclair and glo-fi. With Brendan McCarthy referring to his current style as such not just in interviews but within the printed pages of his “Doktor America” strip with Matt Fraction in Marvel’s Who Won’t Wield the Shield? one-shot, I wonder if this concept is gaining some actual currency in comics circles…?

* David Bordwell on (among other things) the decline of the DVD and Apocalypse Now Redux (they’re unrelated).

* CRwM trounces the sneak preview of Jonah Hex in grand style. I LOL’d.

* They’re making The Ring 3D. It’s going to be “teen-centric.” There you have it.

* Heidi MacDonald catches that that Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle head from yesterday isn’t part of the upcoming movie, it’s from a class taught by Tom Savini. On the other hand, this Jon Vermilyea zine cover she found is totally real.

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* Henry & Glenn Forever!

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* The heck is this?

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* Scott Pilgrim vs. Star Wars? Sure, I’ll eat it.

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* I wish our shitty fantasy movies were as weird and pretty as Red Sonja apparently is, at least when you take five frames from the movie and divorce them completely from, you know, Brigitte Nielsen and the whole rest of the movie.

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* A horror movie should actually do what these Indian anti-texting-while-driving PSAs are doing. (Via Andrew Sullivan.)

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* The new M.I.A. video could be improved if it ended with a title card reading “GET IT????” in giant block letters, but as it stands you’ll just have to supply that message yourself. Trust me, it won’t be difficult.

* You ever wanna shatter your innocence? Visit Loch Ness, where the big walk-through museum exhibit thing ends by telling you all the most famous pieces of evidence are either misidentified or outright hoaxes and that the Monster is most likely a series of landlocked sturgeons. Anyway, the locals used to believe a lot more than they do now, I guess. (Poor form on the part of that article for labeling the deathbed-revelation hoax Surgeon’s Photograph as “an undated file photo of a shadowy shape that some people say is a photo of the Loch Ness monster in Scotland.”) (Via Loren Coleman, who in addition to cryptozoology appears to be investigating the outer limits of the fair use doctrine.)

The tag stood in letters a hundred feet high

"The tag stood in letters a hundred feet high"

Here’s how you know the Night’s Watch ain’t what it used to be: They let Matt Wiegle slip past their defenses and graffiti some birthday wishes for me on the Wall. Poor Jon Snow must be wondering what he’s gotten himself into!

Yes, if you’re wondering, getting personalized George R.R. Martin/A Song of Ice and Fire birthday art for my birthday is a pip and a half.

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* Hey look, it’s my little piece on Grant Morrison and Batman: The Return of Bruce Wayne in Maxim this month! Fun fact: The editors of Maxim are wild about Grant Morrison, wild!

* Recently on Robot 6:

* Jon Hastings’s homemade street-level superhero RPG;

* Alison Bechdel meets Harvey Pekar;

* and Jeff Lemire’s con commissions.

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* This long interview with Ross Campbell of Wet Moon fame is occasionally too chummy for its own good, but there’s much of interest in here, including Campbell’s uniformly harsh take on his own art, specifically its sexiness. Personally I think we could use more comic art that’s constantly sexy without trying to be.

* I’d forgotten this: Neil Marshall is doing a 3-D horror movie about people exploding called Burst. Oh, indeed.

* Allow me to be the 3,892nd person to direct you to Chris Ware’s awesomely angry, predictably shitcanned cover for the annual Fortune 500 issue, which it’s occurring to me now would have been like putting out a Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue with a model who’d recently died from an eating disorder on the cover. Click the link to see it at full size and soak in all the details.

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* I would be interested in seeing a Monster Squad remake that updated the roster of monsters they’re fighting. Like, maybe a slasher, an alien, a J-horror ghost of some kind…

* My main concern upon learning that Heroes may be renewed after all is that Rob Bricken from Topless Robot will probably die from alcohol poisoning and/or stress-induced heart failure should this occur.

* Speaking of: “For some reason, I can’t get over the eyemask — the torn fabric, the bandage-like quality of it — it looks like something a mutant turtle living in a sewer could conceivably make, which I hope to god is the most insane sentence I type all day.” —Rob Bricken on the turtle head design for the upcoming Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie. Sorry, Rob, you ended up having to write a whole post on Heroes getting renewed!

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* Pretty stuff in Tom Spurgeon’s latest Five for Friday, about covers with pretty colors.

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* Noel Freibert’s Mr. Cellar’s Attic really could have made the cut in that list, by the way.

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* “Most monsters you can only kill their bodies, but a clever enough PC can actually do worse to the unicorn: it can rob it of meaning.”–Zak Smith on unicorns. That’s the Chicago way!

* Mahnola Dargis on the career and influence of David Bordwell. God, this article is almost like pornography to me. Christ Jesus, when he went to the University of Wisconsin at Madison there were twenty-two film societies?