2/21/2007

Everything I say goes!

*Serendipity Dept: Oh my god, I had absolutely no fucking idea that NBM had announced the other day that they were publishing a book of early Mutt and Jeff strips - it seriously was complete coincidence that I happened to post about Mutt and Jeff shortly after the word came out. That really screws with my head, man. Anyway: Mutt and Jeff are funny, and now NBM is publishing 192 pages of the sweet stuff this May, under the title Forever Nuts: The Early Years of Mutt and Jeff. And that’s not all they’re doing - NBM has plans to make Forever Nuts a banner title for all sorts of compilations of early, funny newspaper comics, each volume showcasing a new strip. This sounds like it’ll be awesome. Hell, I’d put money on it.

Punisher War Journal #4

Not a crapload of interesting stuff happened in the new comics I read this week - 52, for example, had one of those issues were it seems like a big finale for one of its storylines, even though you get the strong feeling that it’s not actually over.

Still, I found myself a lot more intrigued by Punisher War Journal #4 than prior issues, which does suggest that writer Matt Fraction might be staking out an interesting tone for the non-Civil War run of the book. The story focuses on Stilt-Man’s funeral, held in a bar with the corpse laid across pool tables, with all manner of D-list villains stopping by to pay their dues and shoot the breeze. It’s very much an evident homage to the Scourge’s classic rampage in the Bar With No Name from Mark Gruenwald’s run on Captain America, though it also brought to my mind that one Secret Origins story Neil Gaiman wrote with the Riddler lamenting the passing of the madcap villainy of the Silver Age, although here there’s more Bronze in play. Does each generation pine of the idealism of the era just prior?

Basically, the entire issue centers on conversations between awful villains as they reminisce on their arguable days of glory, laughing at their own foibles and generally soaking in the amusement of being disposable costume fodder. Everybody drinks and fights, and there’s some funny lines - the joke with the Doombot gets aired maybe once or twice too many, but I loved the Daredevil flashback. Meanwhile, that funny-looking bartender keeps an eye on everyone, and the inevitability of what’s going to happen is genuinely discouraging. Fraction maybe falls into a little too much sameness among the large cast’s voices -- everyone kind of sounds like a default depressive snarker -- but he does manage a palpable sense of fraternity, underscored by guest artist Mike Deodato’s slightly queasy realist art style, perfect for catching the awkward folds of masks and the peculiar garishness of costumes.

That’s probably the issue’s key strength - adoring the frayed edges of late-period superhero foolishness and casting the title character as not so much an urban antihero or a corrective to the silliness of general superheroics, but as kind of a symbol of superhero modernity, albeit a modernity that’s been building for years and years now. In other words, the Punisher is no longer a discordant element in the current world of superheroes, but a perfectly fitting superhero headliner for a self-evidently superhero-type book, a once-outsider the tone of the day has finally caught up to. Remember: he’s not the villain. He’s Captain America. Contrast him with recurring guest star Spider-Man, whom Fraction consistently portrays as an unfailingly tolerant, compassionate, brightly misplaced wisecracking character, the only one to help Frank up last issue when Cap knocks him down, as everyone glowers and grits their teeth over Civil War matters. He’s Marvel’s flagship character, and yet increasingly out of place.

These aren’t new thoughts, and this isn’t a particularly innovative story, really. But it’s odd to me how affecting it can be nonetheless. It also speaks of a stronger potential for this title, a book that neither seeks to separate Frank from superhero goings-on, nor posit him as a corrective, or even play up his antihero status. It’s Frank, starring in his own Marvel U book, yet cast in the light he’d normally be seen in as a guest star in some earlier issue of another superhero’s book, a ferociously cruel force, but one that no longer needs to be a mere guest. Maybe that’ll all change in a few issues, but if the premise of this title is 'having Frank track down some supervillains,' this is as intriguing way to go as any.

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2/20/2007

Two Powerful Revelations

*Yes, the observations come roaring at me when there's little time to post.

1. Mutt and Jeff was really a completely awesome comic, or at least it was for its first three years. I posted a Bud Fisher quote yesterday, since I managed to get my hands on a bent-up, dirtyish 1987 reprint of the 1910 strip collection The Mutt and Jeff Cartoons, and holy smokes are these some nice comics. I don't know if you're familiar with Mutt and Jeff, at least in this early incarnation, but Mutt is a hopeless gambling addict who will stop at nothing to obtain money to put on the ponies, and Jeff is a fellow he sprung from a mental institution to sometimes aid in his schemes. Laffs!

There's often no joke to the strips at all beyond the general presence of Mutt's total manic desperation to scrape together some coin to gamble with. His wife often leaves him, he's reduced to ripping out Jeff's gold fillings to trade for cash - my personal favorite strip is one where he's wandering around wearing a flower sack because he's already sold all his clothes for gambling money, and he starts ripping other people's clothes right off the line to sell for a little more, only to get attacked by a small dog, which he then also sells, its teeth still clenched to his leg. Now that's entertainment! Plus, since these strips were composed extremely close to press time, all the horses Mutt bets on were actually running - can you say reader interactivity of best kind?

2. Heavy Metal in its 'golden' age of the late '70s has to be the least new reader friendly comics publication I can think of. And yet, there's always something that transfixes me about those early issues, a manic creative energy that somehow overcomes the total confusion that suffuses every page. Right now I'm looking at the November 1978 issue, brimming as it is with Mœbius, Enki Bilal, Philippe Druillet, Richard Corben, Howard Chaykin and more, and believe me when I tell you that every single feature of more than two pages is either a chapter from the middle of a serial or an excerpt from a larger work. Hell, I think the only thing in there that isn't in media res is Steve Bissette's pin-up, and I never can be sure.

There are no synopses, no editorial guidance, no information about the artists - hell, most of the time we don't even get the first names of the artists. I wonder how much this air of confusion added to the mythic feel of early Heavy Metal? If you weren't really on top of things, there was no way you weren't going to get utterly surrounded and bamboozled by surreal, feverish art (not that having the stories in complete form would be a guarantee of clarity), and maybe it was that very stance that helped cultivate an audience who enjoyed being made to really swim toward understanding. If nothing else, it was great company to be confused by...

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2/19/2007

Ah!

*Fresh morning. I heard it might hit 40 degrees this week, which means maybe all those concrete-like blocks of ice will melt and I'll be able to park by my building for once!

LAST WEEK’S REVIEWS:

Cartoon Workshop/Pig Tales (new Paper Rad)

Batman #663

Golgo 13 Vol. 7 (of 13): Eye of God

*Touching Words Dept:

When I was very young, there was a kid of my own age who was a bit more favored by nature in physical prowess than I was; in other words, he had my goat. Not only that, but he knew he had it, and he never allowed me to forget it either. By way of impressing the fact on my memory, he would take a long and carefully aimed swing at my nasal organ every time we met. Occasionally his judgment of direction would be a trifle off, and my eye would act as backdrop for the punch. To give him justice, however, I must admit that he seldom missed. I usually got it just where I was supposed to get it, - right on the beak. I couldn’t get even with him then, but I swore a mighty oath that, should I ever become President, or get on the Police force, or in any other manner get him in my power, I would make it my one aim in life to get revenge. Therefore, I dedicate this Book to him, Charlie Harvey.”

- creator Bud Fisher’s opening dedication, from The Mutt and Jeff Cartoons, published 1910 and reprinted 1987 from Arcadia Publications

*That moved me.

THIS WEEK IN COMICS!

The Drifting Classroom Vol. 4 (of 11): MORE TOP-OF-YOUR-LUNGS THRILLS as the Kazuo Umezu classic continues. Can Sho free his school from the grip of a fiendish, power-mad girl gang in time to repel an attack by mutant beasts? Will his time-spanning connection with his mother prompt further hotel invasions? Maybe another crucifixion? Anything is possible.

Naoki Urasawa’s Monster Vol. 7 (of 18): Meanwhile, here’s another volume of Urasawa’s popular thriller, one among several manga I am hopelessly behind on. That fucking cover design recently tricked me into accidentally skipping a volume while trying to catch up, so now I have to grab a copy of Vol. 5 before I can get to this one. Incidentally, this volume’s official title font hue is ‘deep urine.’

Heartbreak Soup: The First Volume of “Palomar” Stories from Love & Rockets: Just not that interested in breaking your back over a gigantic hardcover tome, yet intimidated by the huge library of Love & Rockets material already available in paperback? Fantagraphics no doubt sympathizes with your plight, because tomorrow brings us this 288-page softcover volume, shaped at a more compact 7 ½” x 9 ¼”, priced at only $14.95, and collecting the first half of Gilbert Hernandez’s classic Palomar stories. If you haven’t read this material, you really ought to.

Maggie the Mechanic: The First Volume of “Locas” Stories from Love & Rockets: Also out, a 272-page book collecting the first third of Jaime Hernandez’s Maggie and Hopey tales, with all of the supporting cast in tow. Featuring material not included in the Locas hardcover, which otherwise collected all this stuff into one package. Now you can finally rest both books easily on your lap at the local chain bookstore and hash out whether Gilbert or Jaime is better with the 14-year old trying to read Fruits Basket next to you.

Sock Monkey: The “Inches” Incident #3 (of 4): Stormy seas!

Ghost in the Shell 1.5: Human-Error Processor #5 (of 8): Another new storyline for this thing begins, complete with rib-tickling comedy to spice up the murder investigation.

The Spirit #3: Obligatory origin recap issue.

Local #8 (of 12): I’m always glad to see this Brian Wood/Ryan Kelly series, when it’s out. This one is set in Chicago, and sees the return of lead character Megan.

The Immortal Iron Fist #3: Oh, here’s the new issue. Good. Man, these comments are just crackling off my fingertips today.

Punisher War Journal #4: The first of the post-Civil War issues (oh, Civil War is ending this week too btw), and hopefully where the book strikes out a firm identity apart from the sales-boosting rigors of conforming its pacing and plot to the demands of a larger thing. It won’t be so much weighed down, so let’s see if it can swim.

52 #42 (of 52): I think this is supposed to be the climax of Ralph’s storyline, maybe? Unless it’s another tease? I did enjoy last week’s bit where he kicked an elderly man out of a wheelchair for a magical artifact, then felt bad afterwards. What larks!

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