So, every year since moving back to Austin I have wanted to attend the Staple! Independent Media Expo. That's the name, but its really mostly about self-published comics on a regional level. That doesn't mean that Austin's KO-OP radio didn't have a table, and a few others things like The New Movement Theater.
But, mostly, self-published (and self-stapled - thus the name) comics.
I have mixed feelings on the whole thing, but a few caveats:
1) I attended by myself
2) I have mild social anxiety issues, so I really didn't talk to anybody there
3) As at all conventions (including the ones I've attended for work), I am not a huge fan of the table approach. I don't know how to improve it, but there's really no polite way to approach a table and explore what is on said table without clearly raising the hopes of the seller or without feeling like you need to buy something. There's some weird desperation going on there. And if its not, then there's just a very bored person sitting behind the table contemptuously eyeing you for spending time at their table and not buying anything.
You cannot win.
But I figured if I was going to be serious about sticking around comics even if I'm pulling out of the monthly superhero thing, I should probably check out what's going on with indie books.
A few years back I finally read Frank Herbert's Dune, and then watched the David Lynch film adaptation that's a bit of a cult movie, but which showed up DOA in 1984.
The Alamo Ritz had a late night screening of the movie, starting at 11:30 PM on Friday in glorious 35mm which Jason recruited me for (the man likes his Dune).
Whether you're a fan of the book or not, when seen on the big screen, you have to admire the sheer audacity of the movie, of trying to bring the insanely detailed world of Herbert's Arrakis to a 2.5 hour movie.
It's a bit telling they try to start explaining themselves starting on the poster
1. This movie was based on Mark Waid's tremendous Tower of Babelstoryline in JLA that was amazing enough that it was adapted for the movie. The story was powerful enough that it crept into the entire DCU, and launched us into Infinite Crisis circa 2006.
Oddly, this story is rarely discussed, and Mark Waid is featured not-at-all on the Blu-Ray, and in my viewing, I missed his name, and I was looking for it.
2. This was also the final work by writer Dwayne McDuffie, who adapted Waid's story. It shows his trademark ability to translate continuity-heavy DC work into much more workable stories for the 85 minute films. It also demonstrates his ability to make the dialog sound plausible and build genuine character moments. And I am going to miss the hell out of seeing his name on motion pictures, television and comics.
3. On the heels of yesterday's post, I am reminded that there will be no shortage of DCE material for me to enjoy, and the small fee I paid for this Blu-Ray was less than what I'd pay for a tradepaperback. I believe I paid about $15.
So, yesterday I purchased and read Justice League #6 by Geoff Johns and Jim Lee*, and I'd submit to them that they wrote just about the least interesting Justice League story I'd paged through since... I dunno, maybe the 80's. While I am torn regarding my loyalty to Mark Waid and my love of the original comics the movie Justice League: Doom was based upon, I can say - Johns and Lee did nothing over 6 issues but demonstrate that they don't know how to put together a compelling story with stakes, character or motivations, nor did they seem to understand that a hallmark of Justice League stories since Grant Morrison took the Pepsi Challenge circa 1997 was a constant ratcheting up of stakes and intensity. I give you Morrison's insane epic, World War III or, for that matter, Final Crisis.
The Amazing Rando, our own RandyT, sent me a surprise package in the mail. No idea what inspired this outpouring of generosity, but with two Jill Thompson books and a vintage Planet of the Apes book, Randy wins the week for being my favorite person with whom I do not share a house or who is not related to me in some way.
Over the past few months I've started and stopped writing the same post a dozen times, but as March arrives and marks the 7th month of DC's New 52 effort, I had always planned to talk a bit about where I landed vis-a-vis DC Comics after half a year, so I've just held on to the mega-post on the topic.
And then, today, I read this blogpost from Bags and Boards. He's been a writer on superhero comics and other comics for years, including working for Variety. But in the post, he states that he's given up on the habits of superhero comics reading, and tied to that, the weekly trip to the comic shop.
I don't know that I'm giving up superheroes altogether, but the tone of the article and the white flag raising certainly resonates. Frankly, if you're reading the site regularly, or you don't find all of my comics posts "too long; didn't read", none of this should come as a huge shock. But I'm also starting to drift away from habits so ingrained that I am sure that for many of you who know me primarily through this blog or social media, you'd begin to think something was wrong. And in some ways, I have to do some self-evaluation to wonder: superhero comics, is it you or is it me? And like all great romances that fail, we're likely both to blame.
One of the first disagreements Jamie and I had when moving in together was about whether or not I could purchase and hang a portrait of Theodore Roosevelt in the living room. I was told I could not. Eventually, I married her anyway.
I think that one day I will get my Roosevelt portrait.
Also, its probably time to crack that 3rd Roosevelt volume.
Wow. You can tell a lot of love went into this book just by picking it up, looking at the binding, the reprint quality, the paper stock and the supplementary material.
I finally finished Walt Disney's Donald Duck: Lost in the Andes from Fantagraphics Books over the weekend, and I am busting. Not just about the actual comics, which were thoroughly enjoyable, but the whole package of the volume.
As I'm learning, you may be a fan of your favorite comic characters, but few American comics characters draw the kind of devotion that you see from Disney Duck fans, especially when it comes to the works of Carl Barks and Don Rosa. And its not just been here in North America that you see that kind of enthusiasm. The Ducks are a global phenomena, and I've come to really enjoy some of the work you see originating from Scandanavia as well.
The collection isn't a chronological reprinting of Carl Barks' work, but a sort of greatest hits package from the period with feature length stories such as "The Golden Christmas Tree" and a lot of shorts as well as one page gags, all circa 1948 or so.