Comics Time: Keeping Two

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Keeping Two

Jordan Crane, writer/artist

finite webcomic, 2001-?

Read it at What Things Do

That question mark up there is doing a lot of work. I remember following Keeping Two in serialized fashion…but I don’t remember where. Were any installments in NON? Were they on Jordan Crane’s old Red Ink website? Did he make minicomics of them? Was maybe some of it in Uptight? The comic’s presentation on Crane’s gorgeous webcomics-anthology site What Things Do bears the date “18 December 2001,” but I have no idea what that means. I think that’s when it started? I don’t know when it ended. Hell, I don’t know if it ended. But I’ll get to that.

Anyway. Comic!

Jordan Crane’s comics are Mary Poppins’ maxim at work. The spoonful of sugar, and actually it’s more like a dumptruck full, is Crane’s art. His characters have the slightly disproportionate and adorable heads of children. They see the world through little dot eyes. They’re drawn with a line so soft you wanna reach out and pet it. His omission of periods at the end of sentences gives even the dialogue a vulnerable, open feel.

Then the medicine comes along, and it’s like one of those giant needles doctors admit in advance will hurt like hell. In the case of Keeping Two, the medicine is death. It’s presented here with shocking directness. When a baby is stillborn, you see his corpse, see his weeping mother hold him and say “Oh my sweetie”. When a dog dies, you see his body lying on the ground, eyes open, his owner’s recounting of her discovery of her dead best friend staggered out over the course of countless word balloons as though every word is an agony. I hadn’t read this stuff in a long time, and seeing it again knocked the wind out of me. It’s brutal and unflinching.

The story itself is a multifaceted look at a young couple on a day when death touches their lives in several ways: Through the book the woman is reading, through the passing of an acquaintance and the death of the man’s mom’s dog, and finally in the head of the man as the woman takes too long to return from the video store. (Video stores: Sign #1 this comic was started up a long time ago.) In a way it reminds me of Richard McGuire’s “Here,” dazzlingly complex but centered on absence rather than presence and stretched out for an entire story. The couple’s story is sequenced out of order, there are flashbacks, there are multiple perspectives on the same conversation, there’s a story within the story, there are multiple daydream sequences, there are scenes imagining what the real scenes must have been like, there are lengthy “Scott McCloud explaining manga”-type sequences of washing dishes, there’s an ending so open I’m not 100% convinced it is an ending…but it all circles around the direct and devastating image of a dotted-line silhouette where a person, a dog, a baby used to be, just like your mind does. That it’s so lovely to look at doesn’t soften the blow so much as aim it.

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* Life magazine has posted a slideshow of the photos its photographers took at home and in court with cannibal murderer Ed Gein in 1957. If you’re one of this blog’s presumably rather few readers who is unfamiliar with Gein, this slideshow is a fine, eerie way to get acquainted. Without him it’s safe to say we wouldn’t have the horror genre as we know it today. (Via CRwM.)

* Quote of the day: “I adore Superman, and I hope I get the chance to use him”–Action Comics writer Paul Cornell. Wait, what? Aww, who am I kidding, I just enjoyed a year of “Superman” comics starring fucking Mon-El, the Guardian, and Flamebird. Lex Luthor’s a great character and Cornell’s a good writer. It’s just a spit-take-inducing turn of phrase is all, particularly given the reception of that year of “Superman” comics by everyone who isn’t me. (Via Marc-Oliver Frisch, who notes that this probably explains why Marc Guggenheim isn’t writing Action Comics anymore.)

* I wish this Jim Rugg Rambo 3.5 minicomic was gonna play the “Rambo vs. al-Qaeda” storyline straight (note: that doesn’t mean it couldn’t also be satirical), instead of turning it into a big silly goof as is apparently the case. But I’ll still read it regardless.

* Ta-Nehisi Coates has been really magnificent on the topic of Confederate History Month.

Comics Time: Skim

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Skim

Mariko Tamaki, writer

Jillian Tamaki, artist

Groundwood, 2008

140 pages, hardcover

$18.95

Buy it from Groundwood

Buy it from Amazon.com

The story of a teenage outcast’s traumatic, illicit first love, Skim impressed me with what it chose to show and what it chose to hide. On the show side of the ledger, first of all, it’s a book about a teenage Wiccan lesbian and about suicide, and it really doesn’t skimp on any of that. There are rituals, there’s a love story, there’s cursing out the wazoo, and teenagers die. It’s an article in a local newspaper about What Our Children Are Reading waiting to happen. In that sense, even though it’s very much a Young Adult book, it felt to me less like something created to be maximally appealing and accessible to a YA readership and more like something created the way we like to imagine all good comics are created: A writer and/or an artist had an idea and committed it to paper, full stop. Ballsy.

Also in the “show” column, there are the stylistic filigrees and flourishes of Jillian Tamaki’s art. Her figurework is really singular and memorable, most prominently: There’s a shot early on of a hallway full of Catholic high school girls, the plaid of their skirts more a suggestion of motion than a pattern on fabric, that is simply swoonworthy if ever you’ve swooned over a hallway full of Catholic high school girls. Main character Kim “Skim” Cameron’s “otherness” is suggested with the clever visual shorthand of making her face look like someone that stepped out of a classical Japanese portrait. Ms. Archer is every bohemian art or English teacher you’ve ever crushed on, swirling around under yards of fabric and hair. Suicide-haunted Katie Matthews’s face is a pinched little scowl, not depressed so much as enraged. Even the cowlick epidemic that plagues the hair of what seems like a solid 50% of the characters comes across as an endearing tic rather than a goof. It’s all very cleverly done.

Then there’s the equally clever “hide” column. I fairly marveled at just how much was left unsaid or performed offstage. Why on earth would Ms. Archer do what she did? Though we get a lot on the damage she did, and can infer how she chooses to deal with that damage, the damage that caused her to do what she did is unexplored. Actually, so is…what she did itself. There are hints, there’s a fleeting glimpse, but we never learn how far things went, what was done, what was said. This is where the wise choice to make Skim such an unreliable narrator comes into play. She’s constantly crossing out and rewriting her narration, and we establish early on that she’s willing and able to skip over major, major events if she doesn’t feel comfortable discussing them. We’re never able to trust that she’s giving us the whole picture, and that lack of trust is the structuring absence around which the story and our understanding of it is built. This in turn is reflected in the rumors and half-truths and lies and gossip that keep buzzing in the background, and in the lack of candor between Skim and her supposed best friend Lisa…it’s really a book about hiding, now that I think of it. The villains of the piece, such as they are, are villains precisely because they make such a show of everything. Even the climactic happy ending is presented to us as obliquely as possible. The moral of the story is that private lives are private, and you offer access to them at both your great pleasure and your great peril.

Kiss me like a frog, turn me into flame

Oh boy am I super in love with this techno cover of Sonic Youth’s “Sugar Kane” right now!

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* Grant Morrison: The Topless Robot Interview.

* Eli Roth’s dad Sheldon writes on what it feels like to watch your son kill Adolf Hitler. (Via CRwM.)

* Oh my god, Super Mario Galaxy 2, even now I can feel the hold you will exert on my future self. (Via Topless Robot.)

* That’s all there is, there ain’t no more

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* Oh man, is this ever a treat: David Bordwell on Martin Scorsese, French Impressionism, German Expressionism, and Soviet Montage. Bordwell offers a really astonishingly clear breakdown of Impressionism vs. Expressionism: Expressionism depicts subjectivity in what the camera records, while Impressionism depicts subjectivity in what the camera does. (Montage is a separate beast, done through editing and not really interested in subjectivity, because Communism is incredibly dull.) Extensive analysis of Mean Streets, Taxi Driver, and Bringing Out the Dead follow, as do a few paragraphs on Crank 2: High Voltage. God I love the Internet.

* By all means read Mike Russell’s fine, wide-ranging interview with Paul Pope for AICN. Interesting guy, great cartoonist, lots and lots to talk about.

* Tom Spurgeon weighs in on whether or not comics can be scary in a very novel fashion: He says that in addition to whatever obstacles are inherent in the medium itself, there are institutional and logistical disincentives that prevent most comics and cartoonists and, importantly, readers from even trying.

* Recently at Robot 6: Cameron Stewart’s Batman: The Tattoo (it wasn’t up yet yesterday, sorry), Black Hole: The Photos, and pood: The Motion Picture.

* How does the Lost cast think Lost will end? Their guesses are as good as ours, I guess…

Comics Time: Young Lions

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Young Lions

Blaise Larmee, writer/artist

self-published, March 2010

96 pages

$10

Buy it from Blaise Larmee

Now here’s an interesting combination: A fairly straightforward “aimless young smart people” graphic novella in the vein of Adrian Tomine or Ghost World-era Dan Clowes, drawn in the wispy, dreamlike style of C.F. Larmee’s take on the CF “tradition”* foregrounds its frequent warm beauty rather than its fetishistic cold transgression. It pushes back the Henry Darger and pulls forward the Nell Brinkley, if you will.

This has a dual effect within the narrative (“story” isn’t quite right), which is about three young “conceputal artists” whose routine is shaken up by the unexpected intrusion of a beautiful young woman whose drunken disruption of one of their performances leads to their most successful gig yet, and a subsequent road trip to determine whether she’s worthy of official inclusion in the group. First, in the hands of Larmee’s delicate pencil line, these people are gorgeous–skinny, babyfaced androgynes constantly hitting effortlessly languid, painfully beautiful poses. If the characters in Young Lions were real, you might not want to talk to them, but you’d sure wanna stare at them, or, you know, dash your heart to pieces on the rocks of their indifference, tossing underappreciated mix CDs in their direction every now and then.

The second effect the beauty of the art, and by extension the characters, has on the narrative is making it immersive and appealing. A lot more so, in fact, than it might otherwise have a right to be. Cody and Alice seem completely oblivious to how easy they have it as (apparently) wealthy, (definitely) gorgeous, (avowedly) artsy young Americans; Wilson is less attractive but makes up for it by sheer force of obnoxious intellectual domineering and is the type you know will always be able to find a scene he can dominate; Holly is a bit harder to get a handle on, but she clearly enjoys the attention inherent in her exploitation by the trio and is thus difficult to sympathize with even as the others condescend to her naivete and poverty. A less charitable documentarian of this particular demimonde might simply stick “Bohemian Like You” by the Dandy Warhols on loop and be done with it. In the hands of a less visually charitable cartoonist–Clowes, say, or even Tomine!–this would read as a pretty merciless satire. Given Larmee’s deeply unfortunate internet persona (the fact that it’s a put-on doesn’t make it any less of a headscratching headache inducer), you might even say merciless satire is what both characters and creator deserve.

But when I said Larmee is dragging the beauty of this art style forward, I meant that literally: As opposed to CF’s side-scrolling distance, we’re in constant close-up close quarters with this quartet. Their reclining bodies occupy entire panels, their upturned, closed-eye’d faces appear inches away from our own, the background details are all but nonexistent. It’s tough to stand in judgement of people you’re seeing primarily through the POV you’d get if you were about to make out with them, you know?

It’s that intimacy that makes Young Lions successful, that makes the whole greater than the sum of its parts. Yes, these are assholes. But who–especially among artists and arts-interested people of the sort who’d buy a Xeric-winning self-published graphic novel such as this one–hasn’t been an asshole? Who hasn’t been friends with assholes, worked with assholes, been impressed by the creative output of assholes, been disappointed with the creative output of assholes, fallen in and out of love with assholes? Larmee may doom them to an open, down ending, but as Kevin Smith once said, that’s exactly what life is. Beyond that it’s not our place to judge.

* the emergence of which is fascinating to me, by the way, a second generation of the Providence artcomics aesthetic following Fort Thunder and Paper Rad, which are themselves obviously quite distinct but still noise-dominated while I think CF is quiet-dominated, but anyway

Lost thoughts

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* Feels like the homestretch! If this is what all the episodes are like from here on out, we’re in great shape. I think this was my favorite episode of the season so far.

* First of all, it was jam-packed, picking up directly from last episode and then just hitting us over and over again. And I don’t just mean on the revelation front, as I’ll explain. But first those revelations!

* We got a nice explicit ANSWER about the Smoke Monster impersonating Jack and Claire’s dad, and that people need to be dead for him to impersonate them. From that you could infer that he also posed as Yemi, for example, while the Walt who appeared to Locke when he’d been shot and left in that burial pit by Ben must not have been the MIB at all. And I’m gonna go ahead and assume that the whole disappearing-bodies thing was just the MIB trying to throw people off the trail of what was really going on, to better persuade them that these really WERE their dead loved ones come back to life. Once the Ajira flight arrived, his endgame went into play, and he didn’t need to maintain that deception anymore.

* This wasn’t quite a “HEY LOOK AUDIENCE WE’RE GIVING YOU AN ANSWER WE REALLY COULDN’T BE ANY CLEARER” thing like what we’ve gotten about the Whispers and Christian, but Kate and Claire’s conversation on the dock made it pretty clear that all the dire warnings about Claire needing to raise Aaron were really for Claire’s benefit rather than Aaron’s. A nice script-flip there. (Also, it gives me hope that similarly important-in-the-early-seasons questions regarding the other prominent child, Walt, will indeed be addressed. Hope springs eternal!)

* And we even got an explanation as to why the heck Sawyer let Kate escape from that elevator. Which was pretty much the theory I advanced back when we first learned Sawyer was a cop. Of course, there’s a happy medium between “blowing your cover story by arresting a woman at the airport when you’re supposed to be someplace else” and “helping a woman in handcuffs escape airport security,” but okay, fine, whatevs.

* We also got the various flashsideways threads intertwining in dramatic fashion. It was kind of funny seeing how fast all the dominos fell toward one another all at once. Maybe a little too fast at times: Sawyer and Miles got to Sayid’s house like half a minute after Sayid did! But the boom-boom-boom of Claire meeting Desmond meeting Ilana meeting Jack into Jack seeing Locke again was deliciously done. This oughta go a long way toward placating the “they’re a waste of time!” crowd.

* But beyond the mythology signposts and Answers and serious forward movement, I thought this episode was chock full of strong moments between various pairs of characters. To wit:

* I thought the conversation in the well between Sayid and Desmond was beautifully done, emotionally desperate and draining.

* I loved Sawyer’s confrontation with Jack on the boat–Sawyer’s disbelief that this guy could be this stupid, and Jack’s stubborn insistence that it’s not stupid at all, plus an apology for Juliet’s death that echoed Ben’s various apologies for his transgressions over the years.

* Kate’s confrontation with Claire was equally good, particularly the part where Kate basically shouted down Claire’s protestations regarding Fake Locke, like “I’ve wanted to reunite you and your child for three years and you’re gonna trust a smoke monster over me? FUCK that!”

* That opening powwow between Jack and Fake Locke recalled the heat of Jack’s arguments with the real deal back in Seasons One and Two. And that Jin/Sun reunion put an “awww!” in my throat despite myself–plus, it was funny how they kept cutting to that long shot of them running toward one another with the sonic pylon right where they’d end up embracing.

* My favorite of all, though, was one in which the second person was absent–Sawyer crying while watching Jin and Sun’s reunion because Juliet is dead.

* Even in the flashsideways, that was some fun business between Kate and Sawyer, I liked how Nadia had about ten seconds to process her devastation before Sayid had to run out the door, Claire’s revelation to Jack worked…

* All these little micro-capsule payoffs of various character relationships. More like this, please!

* Bonus points for taking advantage of how unnerving Desmond running Locke over was to make his relentlessness toward Claire kind of disturbing. Creepy Desmond is creepy.

* Wow, put her in a suit and neaten up her hairstyle and suddenly I’m an Ilana fan after all! More evidence for my own personal Grand Unified Theory of Lost, which is that the women get hotter as they get cleaner but the men get hotter as they get dirtier?

* If that’s the resolution to the “Sun can only speak Korean because she hit her head” storyline, well, that was a pretty superfluous storyline.

* “It’s him!” I guess her near-death experience triggered a Revelation. Did she remember it when she came to in the hospital bed later on, I wonder?

* So who is it that was shooting at the castaways in the outrigger during last season? Obviously we were being teased by putting this season’s model castaways on a boat, but my new operating theory is that it was Widmore’s goons during some pending spacetime freakout.

* Why can’t the MIB kill Desmond? Wait, I think I just answered my own question, didn’t I–it’s because the MIB can’t kill Desmond, isn’t it?

* I am not gonna feel the least bit bad anymore when Dark Tina Fey bites it.

* Admit it: You expected to see Juliet in that hospital, right?

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* Can comics be scary? Josh Simmons, Richard Sala, CRwM, Karswell, Kimberly Lindbergs, and myself attempt to answer the question, courtesy of Curt Purcell.

* Kate Beaton does The Great Gatsby.

* Photographic recreations of Charles Burns’s Black Hole yearbook portraits by Max Oppenheim. I can barely look at this.

* Lost is on tonight. Why not take one last look at last week’s Lost thoughts discussion before joining us again tonight?

* One of the all-time great MCs, Guru of Gang Starr, has died in what sounds like a deeply sad, John and Tom Fogerty-style state of estrangement from both his former creative partner DJ Premier and his own family. Tragic on any number of levels. Guru rapped like he was sitting on a high-backed armchair, calmly but firmly explaining the hard truth to you. Man, the internal rhymes in the first verse of “You Know My Steez” (bonus points for the THX-1138 recreation):

Rest in peace.

Carnival of souls: Special “post-C2E2” edition

* The first annual Chicago Comics and Entertainment Expo, or C2E2, was held this past weekend. Apparently attendance was unexpectedly light, and sales were subsequently spotty, but beyond that the show appears quite well received.

* Regarding the attendance figures, I’ll say this: 1) I figure San Diego casts a long shadow over the other big shows. Given several years of widely derided Chicago cons, a new con in Chicago will probably have to wait a while before attracting some of what could be seen as its natural constituency back from Southern California.

* 2) The Con War storyline may be Reed’s best friend, in that it’s difficult to look worse than Wizard tends to. Simply releasing an honest attendance figure already puts them a step ahead of the game, and I figure there’ll be plenty of “oh man this is so much better than Rosemont” buzz going around the city by this time next year.

* Beyond that, as Tom Spurgeon notes, it obviously crushed Wizard’s concurrent Anaheim show in terms of fan and media buzz. But that’s to be expected given the near-total lack of industry support for Wizard’s shows following Gareb Shamus’s decision to pit his Big Apple show head to head against Reed’s New York Comic Con, and the much-rumored behind-the-scenes antics that followed that decision. Without the publishers playing ball, there’s nothing to buzz about, after all.

* Beyond Heidi and Tom’s aforelinked ruminations, my colleagues at Robot 6 have posted three catch-all round-up posts for Day One, Day Two, and Day Three.

* Announcements that caught my eye: Steve Rogers: Super-Soldier by Ed Brubaker and Dale Eaglesham; a street-level Marvel crossover miniseries called Shadowland; more Ultimate [Cryptic Noun] minis by Brian Michael Bendis; Powers going (arrrrgh) bimonthly; Jonathan Hickman saying that Secret Warriors has a natural end-point coming up before issue #30, making it almost a manga-model run; Casanova moving from Image to Marvel/Icon with new colors; maybe the strangest-sounding X-Men line relaunch ever.

* Ah, I thought I remembered Frank Miller saying Batman was out of his anti-terrorist graphic novel, but that the book itself was going ahead without Batman anyway–in fact, I thought that when he said at MoCCA that he wasn’t doing Holy Terror, Batman! anymore, he meant he was abandoning the whole idea. But it sounds like he’s not, and like Xerxes, the 300 prequel, is proceeding apace. Good news.

* Now that I’m finally allowing myself to follow news about the production of A Game of Thrones on HBO, I’m pretty surprised to discover that one of the two female leads has been recast following the completion of the pilot, while the other is the subject of persistent recasting rumors herself. Now, shit happens, even on great fantasy projects–Peter Jackson recast Aragorn after shooting started, after all. And supposedly HBO suits are still making all the right noises about the pilot being good. But it’s weird.

* Hope Larson’s adapting A Wrinkle in Time! That’s a good match.

* I’m glad to see Doctor Strange superfan NeilAlien is on my side re: the dialogue in Brendan McCarthy’s Spider-Man: Fever #1.

* John Allison does the ’80s X-Ladies.

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* John Cassaday drawing Superman covers? Sure, I’ll eat it.

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* Johnny Ryan gets darker and darker, if that’s possible. It’s like Prison Pit is infecting his strip work.

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* Speaking of dark, Renee fucking French.

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* The comics Dave Kiersh has been posting on the New Bodega blog over the past week or so are like the perfect cross between his old, wistful stuff and his more recent teenspolitation-type things.

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* Wow, that’s a beautiful (and ominous!) Batman & Robin #12 variant cover by Andy Clarke.

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* It’s weird that cryptozoology expert Loren Coleman reprinted this whole article on his own site–slightly less weird than the time he heavily implied that the reason the Destination Truth guy wasn’t gonna do as many cryptozoology episodes of his series was so he could be a sex tourist in Asia, but still weird–but please don’t let that put you off this very cool piece on, among other things, how escaped snakes and crocodiles from medieval menageries helped give rise to reports of dragons in England. It gets a little wild and wooly after that part, but the material on actual animals is delightful.

* See if you can guess the plot point mentioned in Ed Gonzalez’s review of Tom Six’s The Human Centipede that made me decide that no, I won’t be seeing this movie.

* The video for “Drunk Girls” by LCD Soundsytem looks like it was pulled from the Joker’s Director’s Series DVD. I feel like this is what unlucky henchmen have to deal with all the time. (Via Matthew Perpetua.)

* Finally, on Saturday the Missus and I went to see Eric Whitacre conduct a program of his work at Carnegie Hall. Christ, what beautiful music. He word-premiered a piece that moved me to tears based on its sheer loveliness alone; how often can you say that?

Comics Time: The Arrival

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The Arrival

Shaun Tan, writer/artist

Arthur A. Levine, 2006

128 pages, hardcover

$19.99

Buy it from Amazon.com

(Before I begin the review, can you believe this book came out four years ago? I swear I thought I was a year at most behind this particular curve. But comics barrels headlong through its Golden Age and you have to run to keep up sometimes.)

Don’t let the sepiatones fool you. This fine, captivating wordless graphic novel re-strange-ifies the immigrant experience, shaking it free of elementary-school field-trip/filmstrip nostalgia and making it something scary and wonderful again. Taking place in a fantastical, almost Expressionist city filled with incomprehensible writing, bizarre architecture, and creatures that look like they evolved in a world where Jim Woodring’s Frank stories are the central creation myth, it powerfully conveys that traveling far from home, all alone, to a place you’ve never been before, where you know no one and don’t speak the language and aren’t even guaranteed a place to work or sleep, is extremely risky…but also worth the risk. I don’t think it had occurred to me how weighed down by cliche such narratives have become until I read The Arrival, but with each of Tan’s dreamlike or nightmarish twists on the pitfalls and miniature triumphs of his suit-wearing immigrant protagonist, I marveled anew both at his inventiveness, and at how effectively he burrows down through a million PBS documentaries to get to the core of emotion in each vignette.

Me being me, I was hit hardest by Tan’s depictions of the things that caused each character to flee his or her native country: representing persecution as faceless giants in hazmat suits, sucking people up with enormous vacuum cleaners; representing ruinous war as happy men in conical gnome hats happily marching out of a city, their feet crossing ever more harsh landscapes, giving way to a tableau of skeletal remains, and culminating in just one of the me, badly wounded, returning to a city that’s totally destroyed. But there’s cute business too, like our protagonist’s short, ill-fated stint putting up posters; and there’s genuine joy in seeing him slowly form the makings of a new community of friends with his neighbors and co-workers. Tan’s neo(magic)realist art is particularly good at the latter: He puts us in the place of the protagonist as his new friends directly address him, drawing us in with their gaze and gestures, as intimate as his massive splash pages and spreads are intimidating.

Perhaps the nicest thing I can say about what Tan does in The Arrival is that despite its provenance as a children’s book, he keeps the action on the knife’s edge, the danger of failure (or worse) radiating from our worried, harried hero at every turn. I really wondered whether things would work out for him or not. The effect is enveloping. I imagine this will make the eyeballs of little kids and parents who pick it up from the library melt out of their skulls, it’s so lush and lovely and fully conceived an act of visual worldbuilding. Well worth a read, a flip-through, and a read again.

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* Sean on Dead Tree alert: I have a piece on Grant Morrison’s Batman: The Return of Bruce Wayne in the new issue of Maxim, featuring a lovely young lady with brown hair whose name eludes me on the cover. It’s on page 34, I think. Woo!

* Speaking of Morrison, here he is being interviewed by Comics Alliance, io9, and MTV Splash Page, all on the topic of Batman. If I were the assistant principal at time-displaced Tom Spurgeon’s middle school I would make him copy all these by hand for detention. (Via Kevin Melrose.)

* They are softening a bit about releasing a Nightbreed director’s cut on DVD. Just a bit, though. Apparently the names being collected by Barker’s official fan site are having some effect, so if you think you’d buy a copy and you haven’t done so already, please email them with an intelligently written message of support. It’ll help!

* Diamond and the comics retailers it distributes comics to are talking about moving new comics day to Tuesday, bringing it in line with music, movies, and books. How about just getting in step with every single other form of media and not shipping everything a day late when there was a holiday the week before? That is the romper room-est thing about this romper-room industry.

* Ed Brubaker’s writing another Captain America spinoff miniseries. Fine with me!

* Gene Philips has me ever-so-slightly reconsidering my position on Desmond from Lost.

* Oh man, Virgil Partch. (Via Tom Spurgeon.)

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* Yesterday I finished A Feast for Crows, the fourth and at this point latest book in George R.R. Martin’s “A Song of Ice and Fire” series, which is being adapted on HBO as A Game of Thrones. Holy shit, you guys, these books. Anyway, I decided to put aside the prospect of hunting down and reading the three prequel novella’s he’s written and just dive right into the Song of Ice and Fire sections of the internet. This means I finally got to read his story about Jaime Lannister, aka the Kingslayer, fighting Cthulhu. Good golly miss molly. WARNING: The Ice and Fire-verse characters in the story are situated in-continuity, so the story’s spoilery for all the way up through the third book in the series or so. That said, it’s also awesome.

* Thom Yorke covering “Love Will Tear Us Apart” by Joy Division! This had me so excited that by the time the main keyboard melody kicked in I was laughing out loud. Had I been there I would have totally and completely misplaced my shit.

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* Two big posts on Robot 6 from me today. First, it’s the new batch of MoCCA 2010 sketches in my David Bowie sketchbook!

* And here’s my MoCCA haul!

* Also on the MoCCA beat:

* Tom Spurgeon smacks around that superhero panel featuring Jaime Hernandez, Frank Miller, Dean Haspiel, Paul Pope, and Kyle Baker. I think there were a few problems here: First, you had a few different “one of these things is not like the other” panelists in there, depending on which direction you wanna go in; second of all that’s too many people on a panel for cartoonists of most of their magnitude, all of whom could have easily held down a panel on their own–poor Xaime couldn’t get a word in edgewise; and thirdly, I’d rather hear those particular cartoonists talk about anything but superheroes, and I really like superheroes!

* Rob Clough’s MoCCA con report is indeed as good as Tom says, comprehensive in scope and laser-focused in its observations and recommendations. The show can and should improve.

* Secret Acres was really unhappy with MoCCA this year. Leon and Barry voice a complaint I’ve also heard from a prominent retailer who attended the show: Individual artists have basically been priced out of tables entirely. That shouldn’t happen for all the obvious reasons, but after seeing all the empty space at this year’s show, it seems it also shouldn’t happen for revenue’s sake. The SA guys suggest a sliding scale for table rates, free admission, and a better system for awarding choice locations to earlier purchasers. Plus, they’ve placed an open call for minicomics submissions they can host at their own table next year.

* I’m flat-out amazed by the brutal drubbings Gareb Shamus’s Wizard World comic cons, specifically its Chicago show, are receiving in the local press on the eve of Reed’s rival C2E2 show this weekend — and Wizard’s own Anaheim Comic Con, debuting this weekend as well. I’ve said for a while now that given the stigma attached to Wizard within the industry (especially after the showdown with Reed began), Shamus’s strategy, to the extent one can be discerned, was to first to glom off the positive public awareness of the phrase “Comic Con” (taking a page from Reed’s playbook in fact), and then to take advantage of the credulity and ignorance of local and mainstream coverage of comics to land fluff pieces during all his shows. But it turns out that model couldn’t withstand the very first Wizard/Reed head-to-head match-up. There’s nothing so vapidly fluffy you can’t land it safely into the New York Times‘ comics coverage, so who knows, but that aside, this can’t augur well for the Big Apple/NYCC showdown this fall. (Via Kevin Melrose.)

* Back to Robot 6: This Mark Millar kerfuffle about Marvel ripping off his vampire mutant storyline is the funniest comics story in I don’t know how long. (Marc-Oliver Frisch has his number, methinks.)

* My pal TJ Dietsch’s account of being seduced by Kevin Huizenga’s Ganges, one of the first alternative comics he ever read, is fascinating to me. That’s really strong material and I’d imagine it could have this effect on a lot of people. Also, I’m glad to hear someone else say that the first issue is the least impressive of the three.

* Geoff Johns answers questions about Brightest Day, The Flash, and Green Lantern. I’m looking forward to it all.

* Todd VanDerWerff’s weekly Lost round-up makes me glad I stopped reading Alan Sepinwall’s coverage of the show a few years back when it became apparent he was waiting to not be entertained, and makes me nervous that something I really want to happen isn’t going to happen.

* Rest in peace, Peter Steele. I can’t pretend to have been a huge Type O Negative fan, but the deluxe edition of Bloody Kisses is really something special–gigantic songs drenched in doomed glamour and leavened with just enough tongue-in-cheek humor to let you know Pete and the gang were in on the joke. Just ask Trent Reznor, whose three tweets on Pete’s passing were exactly the kind of eulogy I was looking for. I mean, really–being a goth is funny! Steele got that, even as he got the power of all the sex’n’death’n’outcast stuff that made the lifestyle appealing in the first place. He knew it went hand in hand. That’s why I love “Christian Woman” so much: It’s a nine-minute, three-part epic about a religious woman masturbating to the crucified Jesus Christ on her wall, and they understand that this is both sad and pathetic and loathsome and touching and funny and angry and sexy and creepy all at once. I saw Type O at Ozzfest one year, and they were super-heavy and super-hilarious, ending the set with a joke as memorable as the songs. Godspeed doesn’t seem to be the right word to use, but oh well.

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* I really appreciated Stuart Berman’s review of the newly remastered rereleases of Iggy and the Stooges’ Raw Power, insofar as it saved me some ducats by explaining why it doesn’t really stack up against the infamous 1997 “this goes to 11” in-the-red remastering.

There you have it!

Carnival of souls

* Things are cookin’ in this week’s Lost thoughts discussion. Check it out!

* Frank Miller isn’t doing Holy Terror, Batman! anymore. Rats!

* J.H. Williams III drawing and writing the new Batwoman ongoing series? Sure, I’ll eat it.

* Tom Spurgeon laments the dawn of the $3.99 For Monthly Comics Age. Personally I thought the $2.99 price point was ridiculous, too. A 22-page sliver of a story with virtually zero re-read value on its own? No thanks. As I told Geoff Grogan at MoCCA, a choice between dropping four bones on some random Avengers issue or dropping it on something like Pood is no choice at all. I can’t even get into the spirit of buying stuff from Frank Santoro’s lonboxes, much as I tell myself I’ll give it a shot virtually every time I go to a show. I can’t get past “I’m not getting a whole thing, I’m just getting a part of a thing.”

* Peggy Burns presents maybe my favorite MoCCA photo parade ever. Funny from the very first joke.

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* I’d forgotten to keep track since you can’t get a separate RSS feed for it, but Zak Smith’s I Hit It With My Axe is up to its fifth episode. Turns out it really is fun to watch a bunch of weirdo friends jackass around playing D&D in efficiently edited installments–having briefly spent time in such a group of weirdo friends jackassing around, albeit not an efficiently edited one, I suppose this shouldn’t be a surprise.

* New Kevin Huizenga comics!

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* New John Hankiewicz sketches!

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* New Afrodisiac t-shirt!

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Lost thoughts

SPOILERS ON THE WAY SO LOOK OUT

* Now this is podracing!

* Alright, so what did we have in this episode. We had cameos from Michael and, extensively, from Libby. These are the kinds of cameos that I personally really love on this show–not Arzt or whoever, not even various Others types, but the characters who really mattered back in Seasons One and Two, before (I think) the game plan for the remainder of the series was fully firmed up. It’s important to me to feel like those characters and their plights matter as much in the world of the show as they mattered to me as a viewer, you know?

* And even beyond that, I was always awfully fond of Michael, whose downfall was one of the first signs we got, along perhaps with Locke’s devolution from Jungle Wolverine to neurotic button-pusher, that the show was willing to really sully its heroes, however temporarily.

* I also liked Libby. We’ve still got a few more feet of Libby mystery to dig through, of course–we have no idea why she was in the mental hospital in the “real” universe, or whether it was really just coincidence that she bumped into Desmond and gave him a boat. I always assumed she was one of Widmore’s agents, like Abbadon or perhaps Mrs. Hawking. But this gave us some cross-dimensional closure on her and Hurley’s truncated love affair, which was one of the show’s least convincing and therefore somehow most convincing romances. And Cynthia Watros, who should wear sundresses as often as possible, gave a bedraggled, barely-keeping-it-together performance that was touchingly optimistic despite it all. I really wanted things to work out for her here, you know? I’m glad they did, more or less.

* So what else did we have? We had Ilana blowing the fuck up! Hahahaha! I can’t believe they went to the “old dynamite from the Black Rock blowing someone the fuck up unexpectedly” well once again, and that it worked as well as it did. My jaw dropped like a cartoon character’s. Again, I assume we’ll get a little more detail on Ilana at some point, but Ben’s assessment seemed accurate: The Island was done with her. I still wonder if “the Island” is a separate entity, in terms of exerting influence on what happens, from Jacob and the Man in Black, but I take his point. Anyway, good, I wasn’t much of an Ilana fan, and I think giving her this kind of ending gives her more oomph than she otherwise had.

* We had a full-fledged, no messing around, seriously guys on the Internet we’re making this as clear as we possibly can ANSWER! The whispers are dead people stuck on the Island. So it turns out is really is purgatory, for some people at least. Let me know when Lostpedia is finished going through all the whispers’ appearances and figures out who was probably whispering in each one and why. This explanation works fine for me, if you were wondering, though I imagine “ghosts” will be unacceptable to the LOST IS SERIOUS BIZNESS crowd.

* We had Fake Locke tossing Desmond down a well! Hahahahaha! Poor guy. Somehow I think things will work out for him anyway. I know this wasn’t the same well Locke went down couple seasons ago, but given all the tunnels and passageways under the Island, I wonder if Desmond can turn the donkey wheel without being teleported?

* We had Ultimate Richard/Ben/Miles team-up! Can’t wait for the walking-through-the-jungle banter that combo will serve up.

* Crap, I feel like I’m missing some more stuff I was really excited about! Dammit.

* No bad guy in Hurley’s flashsideways, did you notice? Unless you count Chang/Candle/Halliwax.

* Jack’s resignation of the presidency went down a little more smoothly than I’d worried it would with me. I don’t wanna see him turn into the happy wanderer, that’s my concern about a Jack who can let go, but I’m glad they’re directly addressing that failure has consequences, and his change of behavior makes sense.

* The owner of a fried chicken fast-food chain sponsoring the humane society? Yeah, right.

* Desmond’s a GQMF in addition to being a timecop. It was fun watching him traipse around the flashsideways, all blithely bringing people to consciousness and shit–but it was even more fun watching that get flipped on its head when he ran over a man in a wheelchair. He’s being positively Jacobian in his serene weirdness in both worlds.

* Haha, I take a contrarian’s pleasure in watching Desmond a) get tossed down a well, and b) run over a cripple.

* Dr. Linus on perv patrol. Love it.

* I found the swagger of Fake Locke and the silence of Dark Sayid good and sinister in this episode. I particularly like how Sayid’s now all but an extension of Fake Locke, answering only to him, even speaking only to him.

* Basically, what I want to communicate is that a lot happened in this episode! It was all over the place, fast and furious, and at nearly every pre-commercial cliffhanger, since I was watching it via TiVo and fastforwarding through the commercials, I worried that was the end of the show, since they’d packed so much in. They even added an “extra” flashsideways segment, if you will. Last week I expressed skepticism that the Desmond episode meant we’d arrived at the “okay, it’s on now” segment of the season, but I stand corrected, apparently! Edge of your seat stuff.

Carnival of souls: Special “post-MoCCA” edition

* My MoCCA report is up at Robot 6. I’d gotten really excited for this show for no discernible reason–it was quite aside from selling my own comics there, honestly–and though I know others might have had different expectations and results, I personally was not disappointed. I had a lovely time.

* Frank Santoro found the show nice, nice, not thrilling, but nice.

* My collaborator Isaac Moylan broke it down in terms of the CCS style vs. Fort Thunder, with extra observations on the Scandinavians and the “new action”eers. (Isaac, “the New Action” was a Bill Kartalopoulos coinage.)

* My chum TJ Dietsch approaches the show from the valuable perspective of a genre-comics reader using the festival as an excuse to dip his toes into the wilder and woolier material.

* Tom Spurgeon had a good post rounding up reaction from afar.

* Strange Tales 2 is a go! Hornschemeier, Gurewitch, Brown, Cloonan, Kupperman, Santoro, presumably many more, all of whom I will likely interview.

* Marvel has dropped Diamond as its book market distributor and signed up with Hachette instead. Another large publisher’s move to a bona-fide book distributor was described to me by someone who would know as akin to “backing the money truck up to the doors and dumping piles of cash in,” so I’d imagine this will do good things for Marvel’s heretofore anemic bookstore sales. Spurge has analysis. Because I am an asshole, I would also like to take this opportunity to say “toldja.”

* Heidi Mac scanned the promo for Charles Burns’s upcoming book X’ed Out. How do you follow up a beast of a book like Black Hole?

* Read Soldier X online for free! Seriously, do it.

* They’ve enlisted the Predators reboot writers to write a new He-Man and the Masters of the Universe screenplay. (Via Jason Adams.) My fellow He-Fan Rob Bricken has further thoughts. There’s no way a live-action He-Man movie captures the wonder of He-Man unless They go back in time and have the Wachowski Brothers do it instead of Speed Racer.

* Paul Cornell, author of the late, lamented Captain Britain and MI-13, will be writing Action Comics. He takes over from Marc Guggenheim, whose run on the Superman title is exactly zero issues long.

* Eve Tushnet on The Lost Boys. That was my first R-rated movie too! Holds up. “I’ll pray…I never need to call you.”

* Whoa, Marc-Oliver Frisch makes this Mystic Hands of Doctor Strange comic sound pretty good. Frazer Irving!

* Real Life Horror: Connecticut’s Roman Catholic bishops want to cover up child rape and they need your help!

* The life lesson I learned during the one (awesome) campaign of D&D I played years ago? Never trust a Mind Flayer.

Au Revoir, Too Flat

Attentiondeficitdisorderly Too Flat is now Attentiondeficitdisorderly. I figured I’d make it easier for the publishers of the world to use quotes from my reviews as back-cover blurbs–“Attentiondeficitdisorderly” has a nice pithy ring to it, while “Attentiondeficitdisorderly Too Flat” sounds like something someone would say during an Ambien hallucination.

Coverage of Lost, Tom Neely, and Clive Barker will continue as scheduled. Thank you!

On Sale!

Visit the Partyka table at MoCCA tomorrow–underneath the big clock on the back wall opposite the entrance, right across the table from Sparkplug–for not one, not two, but THREE Sean T. Collins minicomics:

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SURPRISE ADDITION! HOT OFF THE PRESS! It’s CAGE VARIATIONS VOL. 1, three interlocking tales of unspeakable depravity and unshakeable despair, featuring the art of Matt Rota!

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This ain’t rock ‘n’ roll, this is THE SIDE EFFECTS OF THE COCAINE–it’s David Bowie drug abuse, occult imagery, and Nazi dilettantism as you like it, featuring the art of Isaac Moylan!

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