Slapdash Review Korner
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Here is a question Ive been thinking about lately, often while stroking my chin and frowning concernedly: why are there so many semi-autobiographical indie comics featuring pasty-faced, virginal comic artists as protagonists? When you think of other art formspainting, music, writing, paper-macheyou dont instantly assume the artist is a dateless dork. Sure there are emo bands and lonely writers and desperate painters, but they merely occupy a small part of a large continuum. Why is this not the case with comics?
Am I wrong about this? I could be. Certainly Lynda Barry, Roz Chast, Art Spigelman and los Hernadez Bros. are exceptions, and Im sure there are more. But all the comics Ive picked up lately fit this mold. I dont know, maybe it stems from the association comics have with juvenilia and super-hero fantasiesa fading association, but one that still persists in social imagination. Or maybe its more a reflection on me and my tastes then it is the comic world at large. Perhaps I am drawn to comics about losers, for reasons not worth exploring, or focusing on, or ever mentioning again, after this sentence. Full stop.
In any case, here are some graphic novels I've enjoyed in the past few months. No points for guessing the common theme. You can click on the links below to read extended excerpts (or, in the case of
Same Difference, the whole thing).
comics issue were familiar names to me, but Jeffrey Brown was a pleasant
discovery. He contributed a series of sketches focused on his temporary
obsession with this girl who likes him but isn't interested in a relationship.
Jeff is definitely wimpy; his character is the sort of guy who might benefit
from an intervention in which his friends took turns slapping him and
shouting "stop moping! you're not 16 anymore!" But I've been known to mope
myself, so I could relate. The drawings were crude, but they managed to
convey a lot of emotion, especially in faces and eyes.
The plot of Unlikely is readily apparent when you consider the books full title, listed on the back: Unlikely (Or: How I Lost My Virginity.)
Its an autobiographical tale unstinting in its candor. While the story is
nothing remarkableboy meets girl, good times ensue, bad times ensue the appeal
of Browns book is in how he captures the mundane little moments that comprise
everybodys relationships, but rarely get depicted. Instead of a story arc, what
you get is a bunch of one or two page sketchestheyre playing Trivial Pursuit,
sitting in a coffee shop, watching a movie at home, smoking weed. It's
much like the McSweeneys piece, except book length, and here Brown is even more
clingy and fragile. Hey, cut him some slack, he's a comics artist!
In addition to the story, Unlikely's art is also well-done. Brown draws with scratchy lines that
look like they were dashed out on a diner napkin, but as he put in in an
"I can actually draw a lot better and its by choice
I draw in that cartoony and crude fashion... I think the simplest means of
expression are often the most effective... when I was in the middle of my MFA at
School of the Art Institute here in Chicago, I was in the painting and drawing
department and I was kind of trying to reject a lot of things. I wanted to draw
comics like I did when I was a kid. So I tried to forget everything about
rendering to react against a lot of things at art school. I wanted to create
something completely human and honest to try to have a purity of expression."
Box Office Poison has a lot of sex in it. "You can't go wrong with sex," that's my motto. Everybody who's human finds it interesting, and we all have a bit of voyeur in us-- not for just the act itself but also the rituals surrounding it. Most Hollywood depictions of sex tend to be stylized, brief and ridiculous (e.g. the classic "man with bedsheets pulled up to his waist, woman with bedsheets pulled up to her breasts" trope), and one thing I like about both Unlikely and Box Office Poison
is that the sex is these books is more like how people really behave. There's a
refreshing honesty to them, and it provides the thrill of connection, of
recognition of something we share. In books without pictures, my mental images
of the characters are always vague; reading about sex in a traditional book is
therefore a very different thing than reading about it in a graphic novel.
Actually this is a strength of graphic novels in general; they set the visual
stage with a maximum of efficiency, leaving you free to focus on dialog and
story. I always find descriptions to be the most skim-able sections of a
novel, so it's nice to dispense with them altogether.
One last thing I liked about B.O.P. was the frequent use of one page
layouts in which different characters from the story answer a question such as
"when was the last time you stayed up all night?" or "what's the worst feature
of your body?" There are some good meta-tricks in there, like how the book
opens-- each of the main characters in the novel introduces themselves with a
mysterious statement that foreshadows things to come, e.g. "I'm Dorothy and I'm
not the bad guy," or "I'm Stephen and you see more of me naked than you'd
Derek Kirk Kim is one of those 21st century mavericks using the internet to disseminate their work. It raises an interesting questionshould you buy his book when you can read the whole thing online, as I did? I guess you should preview his stuff and if you like it, support him by buying some of his other comics. While youre at it, support ME by sending me ten dollah. Address available on request.
Same Difference is the tale of two geeky friends who are sitting in a café one day when one of themSimonsees a blind girl he used to date. He dodges her, due to some past unpleasantness. Meanwhile his friend Nancy has been responding to love letters sent by a mysterious stranger to the former occupant of Nancys house and Nancys pretending to be the former occupant! They end up going on a quest to find the guy writing these insipid lover letters, and just happen to bump into Simons ex-girlfriend
Kims drawing style is cleaner and crisper than Robinson and Brown. His characters are also more verbose; their conversations are circuitous and whimsical, touching on topics such as who eats the shit of the fly? The tone is lighter than the other two books--
there are some poignant moments, but overall it's a lot more humorous. And, in a refreshing change of pace from the aforementioned tomes white-boy-ishness, the main characters of
Same Difference are Korean-American. This translates to not only bits of
Korean dialog mixed in, but also lunch at pho restaurants and encounters with
clueless former high school classmates who think Chinese, Japanese and Korean
are all the same. The comic isn't really "about" racial issues, but I
liked how it was just naturally part of the book's world without being construed
as exotic or particularly noteworthy.
Although this last book also features a comics artist as one of the main characters, my scrupulous journalistic integrity compels me to admit that he isn't a virgin. However, there is a virginal secondary character, so I think I can still include this book under the big umbrella I put up earlier.
Vuhjunsah luv em. -- that scummy kid from Kids