Wednesday, August 20, 2025
GRAPHIC NOVEL REVIEW: THE MOON PRINCE BY KEVIN FRASER MUTCH
The Moon Prince
Friday, May 31, 2024
Recent Reviews: May
Summer Lightning by P.G. Wodehouse
I laughed. I cried. Beautiful sentences. Beautiful paragraphs. Beautiful chapters. Beautiful novel. 5/5
Criminal, Vol. 7: Wrong Time, Wrong Place
by Ed Brubaker and Sean Phillips
At this point I know what I'm getting with these: a bit of quick and dirty fun. This one is a two-part graphic novel, or two short stories, one told from the p.o.v. of recurring Brubaker character, career criminal Teeg Lawless, and one told from the viewpoint of his preteen son (and getaway driver), which has some bittersweet nostalgic touches. Of course I liked the fact that both father and son read comic books and they are incorporated into the story, dimly echoing an aspect of the characters' psyche. The dad reads a black-and-white pastiche of Savage Sword of Conan with lots of naked women in it, and the kid gets hooked on old issues of a Werewolf-by-Night/Chang-chi mash-up called Kung-fu Werewolf, both published by something like the short-lived 1970s Skywald outfit. 3/5
Zombie by Joyce Carol Oates
I loved the Nineties-ness of this whole package, from the book jacket design, to the serial-killer p.o.v., to the inclusion of the narrator's hand-drawn doodles. Tightly-written with some suspenseful structure. 3/5
Calcutta Chromosome: A Novel of Fevers, Delirium and Discovery
by Amitav Ghosh
Complex, funny, hallucinatory sci-fi horror-thriller about an immortal cult of anti-science scientists that may or may not exist. I liked the jumbled structure, with two different time-periods and point-of-views, investigating a mystery going forward and backward, with epistolary and other classic novelistic devices. Open-ended and baffling, but in a good way. 3/5
The Mysterious Underground Men (Ten-cent Manga)
by Osamu Tezuka, Ryan Holmberg (Translator)
Tezuka's first longform "story manga" is a charming children's science fiction tale of a boy inventor and an anthropomorphic rabbit on a quest to tunnel through the earth in their rocket train. Equal parts Jules Verne, Tom Swift, and Floyd Gottfredson, the feverish plot revolves around an apocalyptic war with the titular subterranean civilization. The common Tezuka theme of what it means to be human is embodied in the highly capable Mimio, the rabbit character given intelligence by a cadre of Frankenstein-esque scientists, who must prove his worth by saving his friends and humanity. In his Pinocchio-like agonizing, Mimio anticipates later heroes in the Tezuka pantheon like Astroboy. 3/5
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Saturday, October 08, 2022
FILM REVIEW: The Devil's Hand
The Devil's Hand aka Carnival of Sinners aka La Main du Diable (1943), directed by Maurice Tourneur.
Friday, October 29, 2021
Review: The Electrical Life of Louis Wain
The Electrical Life of Louis Wain (2021), directed by Will Sharpe.
An Emotional Portrait of the Superstar Cartoonist
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We saw the film after a day browsing antique shops (we bought an old British children’s annual (the 1923 Pip and Squeak) with some cat cartoons, although none by Wain. The world really could use a collection of Wain's comic strips, like those he did for Hearst's Journal-American and associated papers.
Wednesday, May 19, 2021
Book Review: According to Jack Kirby by Michael Hill
by Michael Hill
Review by BK Munn
This fascinating new book by Canadian comics scholar Michael Hill documents one of the greatest art crimes of the 20th Century, the billion dollar theft of the Marvel Comics characters, told from the point of view of the artist who created them, Jack Kirby. Many people are familiar with the corporate fiction recounted to this day by Marvel and its parent company Disney, and parroted in every news media article, of how the genius writer Stan Lee dreamed up his super hero universe in the 1960s and spun it into a vast empire of toys, movies, and video games, making Stan Lee a millionaire and leading to his many cameos in the beloved Marvel films. The real story is quite different, and it's the story of how middle-aged cartoonist Jack Kirby, desperate for work because his own comics company had just gone out of business and he had been blacklisted from working at DC Comics (publisher of Superman and Batman), came to work for Stan Lee at the tiny little company that would become Marvel.
Stan Lee, the cousin of the publisher, had started as an office boy 20 years earlier and now was the sole employee of his cousin's comics company. Despite a downturn in the business, every month he was still responsible for getting a handful of comic books to print, hiring different writers and artists to create the various humour and cowboy stories he published. Stan even wrote a couple comics each month himself, specializing in "dumb blonde" humour titles like "Millie the Model." Jack Kirby was a seasoned pro at this point, with a legendary and varied resume. The co-creator of Captain America and dozens of other super hero, science fiction and adventure titles, he had also invented the entire genre of romance comics before falling on hard times. Kirby pitched a line of superhero comics to Stan, drawing presentation boards of characters, and then returned to his home studio to plot, write and draw the comics. Once a week he'd drop his pencilled pages off at the office and Stan would revise his dialogue, adding captions and word balloons in the jokey, wisecracking, chummy style that would come to be his hallmark, before sending the pages off to be prepared for printing. Because he added the revised dialogue on top of Kirby's already completed stories, and because he occasionally would make suggestions about the direction of the series and ask for art revisions, Stan credited himself as "Writer" and gave himself a paycheque for every comic Kirby turned in, in addition to his salary as editor. Kirby meanwhile was credited only as "Artist" and was paid by the page as a freelancer with no benefits or royalties. This was the working relationship that led to Kirby's creation of The Fantastic Four, Hulk, Thor, Ant-Man, X-Men, Iron Man, etc. (The same "division of labour" was applied when cartoonist Steve Ditko worked on Spider-Man, based originally on another Kirby proposal, and Dr. Strange.) With the rising popularity of the characters, Stan Lee became the voice of Marvel Comics, writing advertising copy and editorials every month about this fun clubhouse of happy artists (most of whom worked from home and never met each other) he rode herd on, churning out the interconnected fantasy tales that the fans loved.
Thursday, June 04, 2015
Review: Little Archie #50
Little Archie #50 (November, 1968), by Dexter Taylor, Joe Edwards, et al.
review by BK Munn
My big comic book purchase this week. The Adventures of Little Archie #50. I'm a sucker for Archie Giants and this one just kind of gave off a "Summer" glow. Luckily, Ray Mitchell threw it in when Kara and I bought a mannequin from his store.
I don't normally go for Little Archie. I prefer the mind-numbing antics of Archie and his gang as teenagers (or as teenage cavemen, or as teenage superheroes, or as teenage spies, etc). The Little Archie series to me has always been slightly terrifying. Not only are the children drawn in a hideous style, all with uniform buck teeth, but the very concept, that Archie, Betty, Veronica, Jughead, and Reggie have been locked in the same grotesque cyclical relationships since childhood, is very disturbing.
Everytime I sit down to read one of these stories, I try to put aside my prejudices. After all, the Hernandez Brothers are huge fans and some of my favourite Love and Rockets stories are basically built on a Little Archie template. And this issue in particular has a lot to offer. I think most of the stories are by Dexter Taylor, the man who took over on the title from Little Archie's original creator Bob Bolling for most of the 1960s. This is from 1968. Peak period. This is the year of "Sugar Sugar" and the Archie band's pop music breakthrough, so a couple of the stories have Archie and the gang trying to rehearse at the Lodge mansion. As well, there are adventures at the soda shop and in school.
As I get older, I identify more and more with the adults in Archie's world, especially the constantly humiliated Mr. Weatherbee (he ends up in front of the School Board and an auditorium of children in his boxers in one story here) and of course Pop Tate, the owner of the soda shop. Even snobby self-made millionaire Mr. Lodge gets my sympathy here, forever tormented by Little Archie and Little Jughead. In the story in #50, he runs for town council but when Archie mixes up his photo with the mugshot of a crook on a wanted poster, he keeps getting dragged into the police station by every prole in Riverdale until he finds and beats up "Bruiser McTuff" himself. You can kind of see a mid-life wish fulfillment thing going on in many Archie strips. The main characters are so eerily monstrous and unsympathetic (whether children or teenagers) and the put-upon parents, supposedly the moral compasses and bourgeois standard-bearers of the comics universe, often play-act at non-conformist rebellion, whether it's Mr. Lodge taking up prize-fighting and vigilantism, or "The 'Bee" trying out for Ed Sullivan. But of course, regardless of what they are doing in the final panel, all is safely back in its proper place by the first panel of the next story.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Mystery Hoard: Dried-Up Superheroes
Received a small Mystery Hoard of 1970s-80s comic books yesterday. The person who brought them into the shop is an acquaintance of mine who works in the waste management industry and the books are a little crispy, as if they were once moist or among moist garbage and then dried-out under a lamp or something, but they don't have any smell besides that nostalgic old paper aroma.
Captain Marvel #58 (1978) An issue of one of those second-string superhero comics from 70s Marvel, illustrated by Pat Broderick. This is the kind of cartoonist I used to be dismissive of, but now see he has an interestingly dynamic approach to panel design and figures. Awkward-seeming but vigorous, if you know what I mean. Inventive. Lush inks, by Bob McLeod, that nicely highlight the tight, well-muscled buttocks of the protagonists --when Mar-Vel fights Drax the Destroyer it looks like two oily seals frolicking in the ocean. The book also has some nice colour effects which I've just checked and discovered are by "F. Mouly" --who I assume is RAW magazine founder and Toon Books editor Francoise Mouly so that explains that. The story by Doug Moench is a boring slugfest redeemed by a few panels of typical "70s Marvel-style" soul-searching involving Capt Marvel wandering around Denver, Colorado in a leather jacket.
Invaders #32 (1978) Classic Jack Kirby cover featuring Hitler and Thor wraps up an adventure of Roy Thomas' retro superteam, with art from the team of Alan Kupperberg and Frank Springer. Great sketchy, anxious-looking cartooning with figures composed of angles and planar surfaces. Characters squat and twist to fit into the panels. Lots of leiber gotts, etc. Bonus: a surprise appearance by Josef Stalin. The Invaders have to protect the mass-murderer from Russia from their future ally, the God of Thunder. A weird pop political artifact.
Thor #281 (1979) Totally forgettable story of Thor fighting the Space Phantom in limbo, trying to find his hammer, and then getting stuck in one of those time/space nexus thingies. Post-Buscema art by Keith Pollard and Pablo Marcos. Lame dialogue sample: "The fool has fallen into the trap as planned --baited with my lies about his hammer. His immortal body will serve as a timeless cork --plugging the hole from real-time into limbo..." I think this might be the philosophy behind the upcoming Kenneth Branagh Thor movie.
Fantastic Four #210 (1979) I actually read these FFs when they came out! They haven't aged well. 210 is a by-the-numbers space-opera actioner by Wolfman/Byrne/Sinnott --"The Search for Galactus!" featuring B.E.M.s, a M.I.L.F., and H.E.R.B.I.E.
Fantastic Four #220 (1980) One of the early "all-Byrne" issues, 220 has a dramatic red and black (and pink and yellow and white) cover. Very undramatic storytelling from Byrne does little to enhance a plot about a mysterious alien invasion and crystalline structures, interspersed with slice-of-life vignettes of the first family of superheroes shopping, etc, in the nostalgic Lee-Kirby vein. Questionable highlight: the team flies to the North Pole with a cameo from Byrne creation Guardian, the Canadian superhero.
Fantastic Four #224 (1980) The FF go back to the North Pole and encounter more crystals housing a lost city of vikings, in a horrible story by Doug Moench illustrated in a boring pedestrian post-Adams style by a young Bill Sienkiewicz.
Marvel Two-in-One King-Size Annual #3 (1978) An epic issue of the Thing team-up title guest-starring "The Man Called Nova" in another bland story (plot and dialogue by Marv Wolfman) about an alien invasion. Lots of repetition in this Hoard. The art is by the majestic Sal Buscema, one of my favourite oddball 70s artists. His weirdness is kind of damped down here, unfortunately due to the uninspiring material and deadline, I'm sure. Some nice green aliens and women with pointy breasts (not as banana-shaped and pointy as Infantino breasts, though). Sal cranked-out 33 pages of layouts for this annual which were then inked without love by Dave Hunt and Frank Giacoia. I thought I would like this the most, but it's kind of a disappointing waste.
Monday, March 09, 2009
Craptain Canuck vs Watchmen, Part 2

3 Superhero Comics That Were Better Than the Watchmen Movie
It should come as no surprise that I felt the best part of the recent Watchmen movie was the ending. Specifically, the choice of music played over the closing credits: Leonard Cohen's "First We Take Manhattan." No other song could be so fitting. An ironic, apocalyptic song-poem droned by Cohen over a cheezy, 1980s synth-pop track, the piece perfectly sums up the contradictory impulses at work in the horrible film that preceded it. Serving as a nod both to the conspiratorial nature of the film's plot and to the centrality of the ubermensch Dr. Manhattan character, the song's opening lines, "They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom...," perfectly sum up my feelings after sitting through the seemingly interminable movie.
The best part of the recent Watchmen hoopla and hype is that it has re-opened the critical debate on the comic book source material of the movie. Stalwart soldiers for the cause of comic art, like Jeet Heer, take a stance against all superhero comics that are not straight parodies or fun kids' stuff. Others, like cartoonist-critic Frank Santoro, say you have to be a true-believer to even begin to understand where Alan Moore is coming from. Somewhere in the vast middle is Tom Spurgeon who, while he pans the film, still finds several interesting approaches to enjoying the graphic novel.
There is no denying the graphic novel is interesting, a workmanlike, well-crafted, intricately plotted story packed-full of stimulating and often funny ideas about superheroes and politics, but it is essentially a failed masterpiece the parts of which never really cohere in any significant way. A great gaudy graphically complex book, Watchmen nevertheless suffers from Dave Gibbons stiff figure drawing and Moore's shallow characterizations, unbelievable plot, and ambiguous relationship to the material.
In truth, it is extremely hard to take superhero adventures seriously, let alone craft aesthetically sophisticated versions of them for adults. The most successful contemporary examples of mass-market superhero comics seem to straddle a fine line between slick genre exercises that meld aspects of crime fiction to superhero fantasy and utter fannish dreck that would have been rejected by producers of 1970s Saturday morning cartoons. There is only so much metaphor and thematic density a rickety genre about magic boyscouts in circus costumes can support.
For your consideration, another group of superhero-related comics that attempt to do something with the genre, inspired by Sean Rogers' recent Watchmen "Corrective":
(collected in Trashman Lives! by Fantagraphics Books)
Originally appearing in 1960s underground press forums like the East Village Other and in Spain's own Subvert comic book series, Trashman answers the question nobody asked, "What if Jack Kirby's Sgt. Fury was a horny Marxist from the future?" Spain re-imagines the traditional superhero story from the point of view of a working-class leftist militant confronted with creeping political fascism and corporate capitalism, confronting it with paranoid drug-influenced page layouts and plotting, clunky post-Kirby figure drawing, heavy black inks, and trippy sloganeering and self-referentiality, all set in a fantasy of revolutionary sex and violence. Trashman is really a prole named Harry Barnes who is recruited and trained by the Sixth International to fight the cops and defend the workers. Trashman has several paranormal senses and the ability to change his shape at will, but he mostly likes to shoot people with machine guns in the service of a disjointed narrative --sort of OMAC meets Che Guevera. The Trashman comics are beautiful and funny love letters to a revolutionary ideal.
2. Archie as Pureheart
(available in 2010 as Archie: Pureheart the Powerful from IDW)
As explained here, the Archie team decided to simultaneously cash in and parody the craze in superhero comics spurred by the 1960s Stan Lee/Jack Kirby/Steve Ditko revolution at Marvel and the revitalization of Silver Age superhero products at DC by penning a series of adventures starring the Riverdale gang as a group of superheroes, with lots of tongue-in-cheek fun and beautiful fluid clean cartooning. It's a self-aware kids comics that's not afraid to take a numbskull premise and run with it, without looking back, and without making a career of it. The result reads like a combination of classic MAD superhero parodies ("Superduperman," et al), Ditko and Lee's Spider-Man, and Otto Binder and CC Beck's Captain Marvel/Shazam comics of the 40s and 50s. The sort of superhero comics that Jaime Hernandez would do, minus the sex and punk rock (but still with lots of fishnet stockings and people hitting each other with their butts).
Ware's searing masterpiece puts Watchmen to shame with its ironic distance, convolutions and diagrammatic precision. A reflection on mortality, failure, family, childhood, and an obsession with superheroes, Jimmy Corrigan is a graphic novel that treats the godlike nature of our heroes with a probing wit and academic artistic scalpel. The fact that both almighty god and a washed-up Steve Reeves-style actor appear as a Superman figure is just a bonus. Did any comic do more for and to the genre of superheroes than Jimmy Corrigan? As Peter Schjeldahl wrote for The New Yorker, "Reading 'Jimmy Corrigan' is like operating an intricate machine whose function is not immediately apparent. Gradually, meanings emerge and emotions crystallize. None gladden." The doom that comes to Jimmy is ultimately more banal and overpoweringly wonderful than the boredom of Dr. Manhattan's demise and resurrection.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Graphic Novel Review: Tamara Drewe

Part 1 of The Best of 2008
(see the full list here)
Tamara Drewe
by Posy Simmonds
(Jonathan Cape/Random House)
review by BK Munn
Posy Simmonds draws the best cows of any living cartoonist and her ability is ably demonstrated in this pastoral farce that reads like Leah McClaren as drawn by Frank Thorne (or maybe David Lodge meets Colleen Doran?) --and is in reality an homage to Thomas Hardy's Far From the Madding Crowd (which was originally illustrated by another woman, Helen Paterson, way back in the 1800s). The book has a wonderful polyvocal narrative centred around the goings-on at a writers' retreat in the English countryside. The titular heroine, a zaftig columnist-turned-novelist, is the catalyst for a series of romantic and literary calamities that befall a small group of creative types forced into close quarters in the wide-open spaces. For a comic, Tamara Drewe has relatively large chunks of text, and the book feels very writer-ly, as befits its source, subject matter, episodic plot, and original serial publication, but it actually has a very tight structure built on a foundation of humour, beauty, and skilled storytelling.
Monday, February 09, 2009
Best of 2008

by BK Munn
Of the graphic novels and comics I've read from 2008, here are my favourites. I've categorized according to rough genres. I'm drawn to long-form fiction comics (graphic novels) more than most forms of comics and tend to favour them in my reading and list-making. Dash Shaw's Bottomless Bellybutton was a revelation for me, wonderful art, a mesmerizing, emotional narrative. It was also the work of a relative newcomer, as is the work I've listed in minicomics. I feel kind of silly comparing, say, Jason Kieffer's or Jesse Jacobs' short comics with Shaw's massive book but end-of-year lists seem to do that all the time. Some things are easier to rank. I actually read more new superhero comics in 2008 than in any year since 1986, including large chunks of the latest from Grant Morrison, Brian Bendis, and Ed Brubaker, and I can honestly say that the 6 pages of Gary Panter in Omega #7 and the first two chapters of Jaime Hernandez's superhero saga in the new Love and Rockets blew most of those long-underwear types out of the sky. They were also more profoundly beautiful than several of my choices in other categories.
I also refuse to rank archival re-issues of classic comic strips by past masters, some of the best comics of all time, alongside new minicomics or memoirs or prints of Japanese horror adventure comics. And speaking of translations, I decided to lump the translated Canadian comics on my list in with the other translated comics I read. So, more divisions. I thought of a separate Canadian category for all, but thought the Canuck entries stand up well in international company. It also says something for the current era of comics publishing that there is enough interesting, quite excellent and even wonderful work being published in a number of different categories.
Fiction
Tamara Drewe by Posy Simmonds
Bottomless Bellybutton by Dash Shaw
Skim by Jillian Tamaki and Mariko Tamaki
Acme Novelty Library #19 by Chris Ware
Dietch's Pictorama by Kim, Simon and Seth Dietch
Non-Fiction/Memoir/Reportage
What It Is by Lynda Barry
Drop-In by Dave Lapp
My Brain is Hanging Upside Down by David Heatley
Minicomics
Kieffer #2 by Jason Kieffer
Blue Winter, Shapes in the Snow by Jesse Jacobs
Small Victories by Jesse Jacobs
Reprints
Breakdowns by Art Spiegelman
Little Orphan Annie Vol 1 by Harold Gray
Popeye Vol 3 by EC Segar
Translations
Paul Goes Fishing by Michel Rabagliati
Burma Chronicles by Guy Delisle
Tokyo Zombie by Yusaku Hanakuma
Cat-Eyed Boy by Kazuo Umezu
Red-Colored Elegy by Seiichi Hayashi
Superhero
Love and Rockets #1 by Jaime and Gilbert Hernandez
Omega the Unknown #7 by Gary Panter, Jonathan Lethem and Farel Dalrymple
Webcomic
www.harkavagrant.com by Kate Beaton
Monday, October 13, 2008
Review: Manga Serials

I missed out on responding to Tom Spurgeon's most recent "5 for Friday" questionnaire, Right to Left, or, "Name Five Manga Series You Personally Are In The Midst Of Reading, Whether Or Not The Series Is Ongoing Or Finished." Since the last time I reviewed a random manga title was awhile ago, I thought I'd respond to Spurgeon's quiz here:
The most recent translated Japanese comic I read was Seiichi Hayashi's Red Colored Elegy, a wonderfully evocative existential graphic novel about two young lovers in 1970s Japan, which the comics critic Bill Randall has suggested owes a large debt to gegika pioneer Yoshiharu Tsuge. But this is a stand-alone novel, and one of the better ones I've read this year. In terms of multi-volume stories, however, my reading has generally been limited to adolescent and melodramatic genre fare.
1. Cat-Eyed Boy and The Drifting Classroom, by Kazuo Umezu
The beautifully packaged Cat-Eyed Boy (published by VIZ) tells the story of the titular feline demon, equal parts Tintin, Sluggo, Ditko-era Peter Parker, and Klarion the Witch-Boy, an itinerant monster-fighter who enjoys living in people's attics and defending children and their families (usually against their will) from (sometimes quite disturbing) manifestations of evil. Cat-Eyed Boy is a perfect serial character (the stories originally ran in a kids magazine with a horror edge, a fact referred to in several episodes), with a built in appeal to younger readers centred on the hero's rejection by society as well as a childlike approach to plot and narrative logic, not to mention horrific, "I dare you to look"-style imagery. The stories are disgusting, scary, hilarious, and emotionally powerful. I burned through the two-volume omnibus edition of these books, and the horrific images, humour, and cartooning artistry have stayed with me. The amazing, Willy Wonka-flavoured book design is discussed by Chris Butcher here).
By contrast, I am slowly savouring Umezu's magnum opus, The Drifting Classroom, ordering two volumes at a time and waiting anxiously between installments (I've just finished volume 6). The story, about an entire school of Japanese children mysteriously transported to a post-apocalyptic future, and the resulting Lord of the Flies-style debacle that ensues, is a breakneck, fast-paced horror-thriller about loyalty, familial love, politics, savage murder, giant insect creatures, Plague, and the howling fear of imminent, inevitable dirty death. The original serial nature of the work shows in its overall frantic pace, where events tumble over each other, unchecked, with very little in the way of pacing, reflection or character development. But it is thrilling, sad, and spooky.
2. Dororo by Osamu Tezuka
I've only read the first volume of Vertical's 3-volume collection of this disturbing 1960s Tezuka classic, written in the vein of Kurosawa meets Frankenstein. The story, about a young urchin who teams up with a ronin, who is really a bizarre Pinocchio-like character whose body parts have been stolen by demons, is gross and mesmerizing, with great storytelling and Tezuka's patented cross-genre goofiness. The book design of this series, like most of Vertical's offerings, is beautiful.
3. Nana by Ai Yazawa
I first became aware of Nana, a sort of punk soap opera several levels below, continents and generations removed from Love and Rockets, by flipping through the pages of Shojo Beat magazine at the grocery store a few years ago. The most accessible, recognizingly human, and serious of the many girls' manga series on the market in North America that I've encountered, the story, about two young women trying to make it in the big city, is compelling, humourous, and sharply-drawn. Very much a melodrama, the book packaging of the first two volumes I have is reflective of the intended audience, with muted colors and thoughtful imagery.
4. One Piece by Eiichiro Oda
This serial is one of the very few boys' series I can even stand to look at in Shonen Jump magazine, thanks to the open, fluidly dynamic and cartoony style of writer-illustrator Oda. The story, about a Plastic Man-empowered wannabe boy-pirate in search of a mythical magic coin with his Jason and the Argonauts/Seven Samurai company of super-powered fighters (think Jimmy Olsen meets the plot of Fantastic Four #5, forever), is strictly pulp boilerplate and shows no sign of ending soon (there are over 50 volumes). Moronic and basically for kids, it is nevertheless one of the most coherent and appealing of the popular comedy-adventure fight comics.
5. Death Note by Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata
I am "in the midst of reading" this series only in the sense that I stopped before finishing the final volume. At the time of first reading, the series just became too cyclical and frustrating, after a pivotal set-back/do-over half-way through where a major protagonist was replaced by a younger variation of himself. The series, about a highschool student who is granted the demonic power to kill people at a distance by writing their name in a notebook, is a tense, page-turner of a gothic thriller, relentless in its pacing, and full of agonizing reversals, hairbreadth escapes, gasp-inducing shocks, moral quandaries, and crazy-explosive Hollywood set-pieces. The Byzantine story and plot mechanics are very nicely complimented by the laser-sharp daring of Obata, a virtuoso cinematographer to writer Ohba's Hitchcock-ian plodding.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Review: How Sluggo Survives

How Sluggo Survives
Ernie Bushmiller, edited by James Kitchen
Kitchen Sink Press
1989
ISBN 0-87816-067-1
out-of-print, price my vary
I found this book as part of a Mystery Hoard that included, in total, 3 issues of Wizard Magazine and a giveaway Spider-Man comic.
How Sluggo Survives is a collection of Ernie Bushmiller's Nancy comic strips that focuses on Nancy' co-star and sometime boyfriend, Sluggo. Sluggo is a tough working class kid with no visible means of support, modeled after the slang-talking, newsboy-cap-wearing inner-city kids of U.S. popular culture, akin to Hollywood's Dead-End Kids and Jack Kirby's kid gangs.
This is a fascinating volume, part of a series of themed reprints published by Denis Kitchen during the short-lived Nancy renaissance of the 1980s, when everyone from Frank Miller to various Underground and RAW alumni were singing the praises of the so-called 'dumbest comic strip' ever. One of the best parts of the book is the introduction by reclusive control freak, painter and RAW Magazine cartoonist Jerry Moriarty. Moriarty sums up the appeal of Nancy for the Underground generation as "brain repair," noting that "[b]eing a reluctant Ernie Bushmiller fan also said something about esthetic renewal and ongoing change and hope." Moriarty's essay is accompanied by notes from his alter-ego, Jack, of "Jack Survives" fame. The conceit of this Jack piece is that Jack has been a living in Nancy's town and has observed her adventures with Sluggo from a distance, although he sometimes feels like he is observing something resembling the activity of another dimension, perhaps the creation of his elderly neighbour Bushmiller.
The strips in How Sluggo Survives seem to have been chosen for the degree to which they reveal aspects of Sluggo's life away from Nancy. Many intriguing snippets of his existence are revealed, including Sluggo's address (140 Drabb St.), his various jobs (office boy, delivery boy, scrap dealer, grifter, goldbrick), and portents of his future --a recurring gag revolves around the fortunes he receives from one of those "weight and fortune" amusements that used to litter the commercial districts of every town in North America. Sluggo is a fascinating, mysterious character: a proto-punk hobo child who oozes America from every inky line.
Since I grew up largely post-RAW, I've always taken for granted the canon-icity of Nancy and so the Nancy naysayers and those who argue that Bushmiller's strip is moronic (or even those who appreciate Nancy in an ironic or, "so bad it's good" sense) have always puzzled me. The strip is well-crafted, charming, and, more often than not, very funny and thought-provoking. Highly recommended!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Super Mom
In honour of the 70th anniversary of the appearance of the Superman character in comic books, Mystery Hoard presents the first in a series of reflections on the Superman influence in comics.
"Richie Rich, the Poor Little Rich Boy in Super Mom"
Richie Rich Millions #45
January 1971

I bought this comic as part of a small Mystery Hoard at a local antique mall. Antique malls are an interesting source of Hoards --it is rare to find a large selection of comics in such places. Rather, small collections are usually offered by individual dealers, as found, more or less in the beat up, random state they were discovered at an estate sale or auction. I suspect this is the situation under which I found a small selection of Harvey Comics titles recently, as I browsed through the mall, with one eye peeled for old Little Dot comics. The Dot comics were intended as a joke birthday gift for a relative who had fond memories of the character from childhood. Imagine my pleasure, then, when I discovered this collection, which contained among other things an issue of Little Dot's Uncles and Aunts. As well, the collection contained this issue of Richie Rich Millions, featuring the titular character and a hodgepodge of his fellow Harvey "stars" like Little Lotta, Dot, and Wendy, the Good Little Witch.
Every Richie Rich story is the story of hyper-capitalism gone wrong. Richie, "the poor little rich boy," is the freakish, hypercephalic hero of a fantasy world that combines the kid adventure scenarios of Little Lulu and Casper with a nightmarish, Dick Sprang-like parody of Scrooge McDuck-style wealth. In Richie's world, people fly around in solid gold helicopters and eat off of disposable dishes made of giant diamonds. Parodied successfully in Dan Clowes' wonderful "Playful Obsession" strip of some years back, these stories represent a childish or pre-capitalist conception of wealth and power: the child reader for whom 25 cents represents a small fortune sees in the "money to burn" universe of Richie Rich a reflection of their own dream of mobility, power and adulthood.

"Super Mom" is a typical Richie Rich outing in that it involves the core members of the Rich clan, including Richie's father and mother (missing is the family butler Cadbury) in a short adventure that takes place in the Rich mansion. The story combines the standard Richie Rich plot device of staggering displays of cartoon wealth with a minor mystery and a punchline "payoff", also involving a joke on wealth or money. Where this story deviates from the norm is in its Oedipal theme and in the presence of the superhero plot device.
Richie's opening salutation to his mother, who is clad in a supergirl costume for a costume party, reads like dialog out of an adult film and we can't help but notice along with Richie, perhaps for the first time, that the voluptuous curves of Mrs. Rich do seem to lend themselves to the wearing of superhero tights (and that Richie's thick-ankled go-go boots look much more fetching on a woman). Nor can we help but notice the impish glee Richie evinces at the sight of his mother's rapidly retreating, yet still magnificent, blue bikini-clad buttocks.

While the creepiness of Richie Rich is legendary, the sexual aspect of the character is the least often acknowledged, although the obvious phallic nature of his monumental obsessions and his overcompensating, moronic displays of wealth and gestures of charity all combine to form a picture of Freudian perversion.

The essential plot of "Super Mom" is similar to typical mystery stories involving iterations of the classic Superman and Superboy characters. Very often, members of the Superman family would develop superpowers or engage in what appear to be superheroic feats, only to have the hero figure out that there is a completely logical explanation. Thus, Ma Kent might be compelled to act as a costumed bankrobber until Superboy figures out she is being controlled by gangsters, etc. In a sense, this Scooby-Doo style plot is the basic premise of most children's mystery comics.

Although Richie was to appear as a superhero in later adventures, this seems to be the only instance of his mother exhibiting super-powers. Her abilities are never mentioned again, even after, in the story's denouement, it is revealed that she has developed super-strength through the constant, life-long wearing of heavy jewelry (were children ever amused by this?).

Monday, March 24, 2008
Graphic Novel Review: Skim

Skim
words by Mariko Tamaki
drawings by Jillian Tamaki
Groundwood Books/House of Anansi Press
143 pages
$18.95
review by BK Munn
This gorgeous new graphic novel answers the question, what if 80s sitcom The Facts of Life was really a drama about Wiccan ceremonies, lesbian crushes, casual racism, and suicide?
Sixteen-year-old diarist Kimberley Keiko Cameron (aka Skim) is already having a hard time negotiating the preppy world of her Catholic all-girls school when she is plunged headfirst into adulthood. For Skim, "being sixteen is officially the worst thing I've ever been." Like every teenager, alternately bored, embarrassed, and confused, Skim tries several strategies to forge a unique identity for herself, with little success. Even the goth subculture Skim imagines as a refuge from the lameness of her middle class surroundings turns out to be one big letdown. In one of Skim's funniest sequences, the cult of adult Wiccans Skim and her best friend Lisa join turns out to be little more than an AA support group for hooking up burned-out ex-druggies.

The suicide of a cheerleader's boyfriend sets the plot of the book in motion and brings into focus the cracks behind the facade of highschool innocence, friendship, and Skim's own ironic distance from her own emerging womanhood and adult awareness. As her school becomes obsessed with death and suicide, Skim argues with and eventually drifts away from her best friend, moving towards new relationships and her first romance (with hippie English teacher Ms. Archer).
Skim is a delicious balancing act between words and pictures, with Skim's studiously deadpan narration contrasted and enlivened by Jillian Tamaki's fluid drawing style. Luxurious panels, alternately spartan and highly detailed, depending on the story's mood and dramatic necessity, take us step-by-step through every moment of Skim's experience. There are almost no false notes in this book, graphically or textually, a difficult performance in any work that strives to capture the nuances of teenage interiority and speech patterns.

One of the book's major themes is the series of disappointments with the adult world that adolescence is fraught with. Skim progresses through disillusionment after disillusionment, but is luckily girded with the twin weapons of sarcasm and a practiced ability to fade into the background. But these tools are almost not enough to guarantee her survival when she is forced to experience firsthand the heartache she has previously only been a sardonic observer to. In the course of the book, Skim is drawn inexorably into adulthood through a gamut of betrayals and epiphanies, all of which she faithfully chronicles for us.
The conceit of the book is that the visual aspect represents a drawn diary --the unconscious working in tandem to give a (literally) well-rounded picture of Skim's experience. Textually, this takes the form of crossed-out confessions, list-making, and subtle, funny observations expressed as Zen equations ("me=seriously screwed"; "my school=goldfish tank of stupid"). Graphically, the pictures often take the story beyond the diaristic, a perfect use of the comics form, showing what Skim can't bring herself to confess verbally through the use of body language and tiny facial expressions; skilled use of black and white, chiaroscuro effects, gray washes, and easy, virtuoso line-work. Certain key scenes are entirely wordless and Jillian Tamaki's visual storytelling skills are utilized to the maximum with almost surreal effect.
An early version of Skim was published by Kiss Machine in 2005 and writer Mariko Tamaki reworked the story as a play before the graphic novel version took its current shape. The minimalist prose, humour, and tight structure of the book seems to be a result of this process, filtered through the eye of Jillian Tamaki. The whole effect is a darkly funny, bittersweet coming of age story.
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Skim Booklaunch
This Is Not A Reading Series
Wednesday, March 26th. 7:30-12pm
The Gladstone Hotel, Toronto
Free
Mariko and Jillian Tamaki will be interviewed by Toronto writer Jessica Westhead, with Brad Mackay introducing.
Skim news at Jillian Tamaki's blog.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Review: I, Otaku

I, Otaku
by Jiro Suzuki
Seven Seas
200 pages
$9.99 US/$11.00 Can
ISBN 978-1-933164-76-2
review by BK Munn
I was irresistibly drawn to this book by its title, which manages to combine a certain melodramatic self-importance with extremely nerdy subject matter. It's a measure of the breadth of the manga market and the development of North American otaku culture that this book even exists at all. The fact that I even stumbled across it at all speaks volumes.
This is the first volume of a series about Enatsu Sota, a highschool student secretly obsessed with anime character Papico, a treacly-cute, pink-clad girl with huge puppy-dog ears. Outwardly well-adjusted, Sota feels compelled to hide his vast collection of dvds, posters, fan magazines, doujinshi, and vinyl figurines from his sports-playing buddies and from his girlfriend Eri. Sota is in constant fear of having his otaku secret discovered and goes to great lengths to avoid detection of his habit. Of course, in predictable teen manga style, the peace of his perfectly segregated universe is shattered and world's collide when Sota's desperate search for the "ultra limited edition Wonder Digital Dokidoki Doggy Papico figure" makes Eri suspicious enough to follow him into the bowels of the collector's underworld and engage in a battle for his collector's soul.

I, Otaku is subtitled "Struggle in Akihabara" --a reference to the section of Tokyo renowned for its massive selection of of businesses catering to the otaku crowd-- and the story's main action revolves around am Akihabara shop called Otakudu Headquarters (or "Otaku Shrine"). Otaku Headquarters is run by the eccentric Mano Takuro, the self-appointed "President of the Closet Otaku Extermination Committee." It is Mano's goal to "out" all hidden fans like Sota, forcing them to publicly embrace their geekdom and give up any pretense of a normal life and social respectability. In many ways, the mysterious and slightly Mephistophelean Mano embodies the stereotype of the comic shop owner, an uber-nerd who forces his opinions on the shy, paranoid misfits who are his customers, tempting them with treasures that he may withhold for some minor violation of the otaku code. Mano resents Eri and constantly intervenes between her and Sota. For Mano, human relationships must conform to otaku stereotypes: All girls must be interested in yaoi, or boy-boy love, and all boys must only fetishize two-dimensional fantasy women.

Mano also functions as something of a father-figure for Sota, advising him not only on the true way of otakudom, but also on more important life matters such as friendship and honesty. The friction between the two spheres of Sota's life, real world love and otaku obsession, makes for rich comic material with ample opportunity to satirize trends and pop culture. The book has several funny set-pieces and farcical moments, all handled with a light-hearted tone and manic cartooning style full of abrupt shifts in perspective, overlapping internal dialogue, and slapstick --all of which is only mildly confusing. The drawing style is quite broad, ranging from simplified cartoony to wild exaggeration to ironic approximation of the tropes and tics of moody love manga and teen melodrama.

The highlight of the volume is the beginning of an epic battle between the denizens of Otaku Headquarters and the owner of neighbouring rival, Manga Cave. This conflict is the subject of I, Otaku's final chapters and the source of some of its funniest lines. The conflict takes the form of a model-building contest for store supremacy and is a parody of scenes from sports and fight manga (and is also a little reminiscent of Evan Dorkin's Eltingville stories). The sequence includes some supremely arch dialogue, such as "You fools ... don't you know that the concept of having more people working on a project to hasten its completion does not apply to plastic model building? To create a plastic model ... is to have a conversation with your own soul!"
With situations that may feel familiar to long-time comic fans, and lots of relevance for a Japan-fixated culture, I, Otaku is a cute humour comic, recommended for charming and highly-skewed insights into the world of Japanese pop, especially the dilemma of the closet otaku; a picture of adolescent angst that doesn't take itself too seriously.
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online preview
I, Otaku at Chapters-Indigo
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revolutionary content: very little