starlady: (coraline)
First off, I still have three two Dreamwidth invite codes. Leave a comment to this post, or send me a private message on LJ with your email, if you would like one. Slight preference will be given to mutual LJ or RL friends, but I think on Wednesday morning I will release my codes into the wild if no one claims them before then.

So I went up to New York yesterday for the "International Graphic Novelists" segment of the PEN World Voices Festival. Over the course of three panels I heard Neil Gaiman, Emmanuel Guibert, David Polonsky, Shaun Tan, and Tatsumi Yoshihiro speak about comics and their work. It was quite an interesting set of panels (though I was sad that there didn't seem to be much crossover, and that I forgot my copy of The Graveyard Book to be signed, and that Kinokuniya didn't have any of Tatsumi's work in Japanese), though I was sort of miffed that out of the nine people total who appeared on the stage, only one of the interviewers and the interpreter were female. Alison Bechdel and Fun Home were name-checked in the second panel, but come on, where's the gender equity? Comics aren't just by (or for) men.
  • Both Gaiman and Tatsumi admitted that in some ways they miss the old days when comics were hated and feared; as Gaiman said, "there's a lot of freedom when you're creating in the gutter." Not, however, that the state of gekiga in Japan is really much better these days; when asked about it, Tatsumi attributed it to the lack of a readers' revolution in manga consumption, and lamented the freedom that the "rambunctiousness" of the weekly magazines afforded before their demise in the 70s.
  • While the subject of politics in comics, and in art in general, was more danced around than addressed, Gaiman did say that he thought that "At any point that you are saying things that other people do not want said--writing about people others don't want written about--it's absolutely political." Tan and most of the rest said that they thought that any time you write about people, the political is always there, but Tan said that he thought the responsibility of the artist is honesty, and that politics flows from that. Tan also said that the act of drawing is about defamiliarizing yourself with the everyday, to take nothing for granted, which he finds very similar to the immigrant experience. David Polonsky remarked that the artist's job is to make sense of things that most people only feel.
  • Tatsumi's monumental manga memoir 漫画漂流 has just been published in English as A Drifting Life (flipped, unfortunately, but otherwise gorgeous), but when asked he admitted that he changed the protagonist's name and the names of people in his life so that he could be completely honest about the events of his life. He cited the Japanese 私小説 (I-novel) tradition as precedent for this, but I was reminded of what Guibert said about biography (he's done graphic novel biographies of two his friends), which is that in a hidden way it is autobiography, since it's filtered through the biographer.
  • Shaun Tan said some of the most interesting things of the afternoon, to my mind, when he explicitly situated his work in the space between graphic novels and picture books--his wordless graphic novel The Arrival is printed like a picture book, but has no words (so that it would be universal, he said, and to lengthen the viewing experience) and uses panel layouts at times--which he said he lifted from The Snowman. He also said that he was inspired by photo albums, which tell a choronogical story but lack narration, which one fills in as one looks through them, so that the story resides somewhere between you and the photos themselves.
  • Similarly, Guibert said he was inspired to create The Photographer after noting the similarity between panel layouts and contact sheets of undeveloped photos, though, as he said, when photographs and drawings are juxtaposed (as he does in his work), "there's always one trying to kill the other."

They sold out of The Arrival right before I got to the sale table, so I bought Shaun Tan's new book Tales from Outer Suburbia for him to sign instead. I read it while on my way home on the train (side note: I ♥ trains so much), and I was utterly charmed. I've liked Tan since I first encountered his illustrations in Pretty Monsters, but he himself gives Kelly Link a run for her money in his strategic deployment of oddness, in his twisting reality just a bit differently from what we know. I'd say that TfOS is suitable for older children (8+ maybe? I don't know about children), since one of its stories, "The Amnesia Machine," is the most trenchant two-page criticism of George W. Bush's administration (or of John Howard's government, since Tan is Australian) that I've ever encountered, and its mordant humor only heightens its creepy effect.

I also went with some friends to the redhead, which is an amazing (and pretty decently priced) New Southern restaurant on the east side just south of Union Square. The fried chicken was glorious, my cocktail quite tasty, and the bacon peanut brittle pretty damn delicious. Check it out if you get the chance.
starlady: (impending)
I always did like Juvenal way too much. I should have put more effort into the class, though.

First off, apropos of the book (oh, excuse me, Alan, graphic novel) I'm about to discuss below, this interview with The Comics Curmudgeon in The New Yorker's Cartoon Lounge is about as brilliant as the Curmudgeon is himself. "Metatextual detached irony" is indeed our generation's terrible contribution to Western civilization. Unless you believe that it's on the rocks like Jacques Barzun or Katherine. The Curmudgeon's posts get at a lot of what I can't stand about American comics--the best comic strips I've read were, unequivocally, Calvin & Hobbes, Fox Trot, and Zits. And Fox Trot and Zits got shticky after a while.

Of course, I'm not too thrilled with American comics, either. After spending a year in Japan reading manga, which is rapturously black and white, trying to read Watchmen was like voluntarily submitting myself to ocular abuse. Seriously, what the crap is with those colors? They're all so garish! And the line work is pretty, well, uninspired, and I always felt like I was having trouble tealling what to read next. Plus the art is pretty much just ugly (as opposed to deliberately unappealing aesthetically, which is a different strategy used in comics on both sides of the Pacific). American alternative comics don't have these problems, I swear. Of course, Watchmen is brilliant, so I basically read it in almost one sitting, and since the Museum has Absolute Watchmen, I read the back matter in that too. (Though why they printed Absolute Watchmen, when so many of the panels were pixelated at that resolution, is another good question.)

I'm twenty years late to this party, of course, so while I'll just say that it's a brilliant exploration (and explosion) of superhero tropes I found myself having the problems I've known other people to have with other Alan Moore comics, namely the weird gender issues. Why are his women so freaking passive? Why are they almost all drawn to sex work (in V For Vendetta Evey is going out to sell herself for kicks, not to meet the television producer, in the beginning)? What was with the whole ambivalence on the part of Laurie's mother about rape? What? No thank you. And the lesbian who says she wants to be straight right before she starts beating her ex-girlfriend? Sure! Also, I'm shocked that anyone thought this thing could ever be a movie. It's toxic, and I don't know how anyone could put it up on a screen without giving in to the impulse to make it at least a bit more optimistic about the world, and humanity. Which of course would make Alan Moore, who is probably crazy, hate you even more. Watchmen is a work of genius, of course, but it's excessive--every single person in the entire piece is a really screwed-up individual, to the point where I began to resent his dragging his "super" characters through the mud to score points on other famous superhero characters, and though Moore ends his afterword in the back matter with saying that he's done with superheroes, being more drawn to the ordinary people, his ordinary people are absolutely horrible too. Ugh. I will not be going to see the movie--assuming anyone has the option, as Fox won its suit saying that the guy with the rights never paid them off, so the entire movie's future is up in the air.

Speaking of comics, movies, and superheroes, I let other people's opinions convince me, against my better judgment and my own half-remembered impressions from seeing it on TV, to watch Tim Burton's "Batman" again. Um, I really tried to watch it, I swear, but it's impossible. No one in the entire cast can act--what the hell is Kim Basinger wearing--why is Michael Keaton a dope--the set is so obviously a soundstage it's painful--why can't they make their fake Time magazine look anything but fake--Tim Burton wouldn't know an action sequence if it came up and shanked him with a shiv--the pathetic dialogue and script are so over the top it's cringe-inducing. I say all this, mind you, as someone who loves Tim Burton movies. But god is it horrible. The music is about the only thing worthwhile, but even the music can't save the film. (Sidenote: Is this the only other movie Billy Dee Williams ever did besides "Star Wars"?) It doesn't help that it was filmed on that old kind of filmstock that looks really cheap these days. I mean, I know that they were going for the fake-dark comic-Gothic sort of aesthetic that most of the DC universe has (there's a reason I can't stand most DC properties), but sheesh. And Jack Nicholson is good, but he's not being the Joker, he's being himself with bad makeup and a fixation on bad jokes. Augh. God, it was terrible. In retrospect, though, "Batman" makes "Batman & Robin" seem like the inevitable end of a film series that began so badly, and so comic book-y. "Batman Forever" was a brief lift--I recognized some of the design elements in Burton's Gotham as having been carried over to the Gotham of the later films--but that was pretty comic-ish too, really. At least Val Kilmer had stage presence. I can't believe I just typed that.

I'm going to tag this post as manga. Take that, Western comics snobs!

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