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We’re moving… kinda June 1, 2008

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Hello readers.

If you want to keep reading what I have to say, please go to: interstellarperversions.blogspot.com

I plan on writing this new blog in a more relaxed tone. Thanks so much for your support and I hope you stay with me.

Into the Coffin: Reading Preacher in the post-Fritzlian World May 9, 2008

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I’m midway through the second collection of Garth Ennis and Steve Dillon’s Preacher, and I’m having a pretty tough time with it. The violence is absolutely pornographic, and yet I find myself sad when each passing issue ends; not surprisingly, I also long to read the series. Perhaps these are halmarks of pornography.

The second volume in particular deals pretty heavily with rape, incest, and child abuse. I confess that I’m only partway through the volume, and while I don’t want to give anything away, I will say that, at one point, the main character is imprisoned in a coffin by his grandmother, who abuses him continuously for decades.

One month ago, this sort of violence would have only appeared in my darkest nightmares – it’s that over-the-top. However, what with the absolutely horrific story from Austria, we now know that the violence in this story has antecedents in reality, even if Ennis was not cognizant of such abuse when penning his comic book series.

Unless you haven’t opened a newspaper in the last month, you know who Josef Fritzl is and what he did. I can sincerely say that I’ve never read of a crime more horrific and upsetting. Ennis’ Preacher seems to be an indictment of organized religion – again, I admit that I’ve only just begun reading his saga – but there seems to me no greater indictment of notion of a merciful and kind God than the existence of such a man. Worse still, in my opinion, is that no amount of sincere prayer is going to save Fritzl’s children from the lifetime of horror he inflicted on them. The most any of us can do is hope for the best.

But as a reader, horror has become much more real. Reading something as absurd and pornographic (and indeed wonderful) as Preacher has taken on a whole new light; for its horror is now something I can point to in my world. I don’t know if Fritzl used religion to justify his abuse, as the characters in Preacher do, but this is precisely what makes the comic book and real life so horrific. His intent is just as evil, regardless of his justification, and the true existence of such an evil makes an aesthetic discussion and examination of it all the more frightening and necessary.

One Year to Midnight, indeed March 9, 2008

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Two days ago, Zack Snyder released photographs of some of the characters in his upcoming adaptation of Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons’ Watchmen. This comic book series is a seminal work of art, and I fear that this incredibly stylistic director is confirming my worst fears and bastardizing it.

So much has been said and written about Watchmen, not the least of which is that Moore has denounced its adaptation, saying that his comic book is “almost the exact opposite of cinematic.” Critic Douglass Wolk, in his book Reading Comics, says Watchmen is “so heavily invested in being a comic book that to take it away from its native medium would be to rip all its bones out” (241). Indeed, Watchmen is meant to be read and reread and its images fully examined by the reader. The Black Freighter comic-book-within-a-comic-book sequence just won’t work on film. This is a story made for sequential art.

I won’t belabor the point; I’ll just present these pictures with a brief commentary.

The first set of pictures Snyder released on the Watchmen website were inspiring; and, I must say, completely bring to life the imagery made so palpable in the original work. It’s going to be a real treat to see the the newsstand, Treasure Island, Gunga Diner, and the Nixon campaign adds “for real.”

Newsstand Treasure Island Gunga Nixon

So far so good.

Two days ago, though, things got a little fishy. Snyder, the director of the Watchmen film adaptation, posted pictures of some of the principle characters, leaving me feeling a little underwhelmed. Rorschach and the Comedian, of course, look incredible; and the Silk Spectre looks very good as well, although she will certainly be a visual departure from her original presentation. I’m interested to see what Dr. Manhattan will look like, as he is the least human of the significant characters, although I’m sure I’ll know soon enough.

Nite Owl and Ozymandias, unfortunately, look ridiculous. Nite Owl is supposed to be out of shape, but instead looks strong and substantial (his ship does look pretty great in the background, though). Even worse is Ozymandias, who is meant to look virile, but looks more an emaciated Toby McGuire. Sure, his suit looks like its in great shape, but this is 2008, and I don’t think Snyder, that actor, or his personal trainer are fooling anyone. This is all too reminiscent of some other comic book movie (nipples and all)…

Ozymandias Batman and Robin

Award Show Seasons of Mist February 15, 2008

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Cher at the OscarsAs the Academy Awards draw nearer and nearer, I find myself reflecting that with every passing year I’m less inclined to research the current crop of nominees, nor do I place much value on the annual victors. When I was younger — much younger in fact — I was a movie buff, and memorized every bit of Oscar trivia I could get my hands on. I could have been able to tell you, for instance, how many nominations Alfred Hitchcock received, and how many time Al Pacino was nominated before he won.

What I could not have been able to tell you — nor am I able to tell you know — is why there are different statuettes awarded for Best Director and Best Picture. Isn’t the director’s only job to make sure the film is of high quality? How could a person be the best director of the year but not produce the year’s best film? Such have only recently started to confuse me.

What confuses me more, however, is why this rather unprophetic award ceremony still retains its luster. Nearly all of the films held in highest regard by movie-goers of the century were not awarded the Oscar for Best Picture, nor did they receive any significant recognition by the Academy. Here are two lists of movies:

  • Gladiator, The French Connection, The Deer Hunter, Rocky, Marty, Titanic
  • It’s a Wonderful Life, The Graduate, Blade Runner, Chinatown, Apocalypse Now, The Royal Tenenbaums, Citizen Kane

Guess the list that includes films that were snubbed by the Academy in the most prominent category (and in some cases all categories). Frankly, it’s a little shocking.

Obviously, this is a little misleading, as one can easliy select dozens excellent films that were named Best Picture. What’s not misleading is noting that the Academy awards Oscars to films which hardly stand the test of time. This award show represents the pinnacle of cinematic excellence, but this is ultimately a description that takes years for a film to earn.

You’re welcome to boo Orson Welles when he wins his Oscar on February 24, but I know I’ll try to do something a little more significant. I’ll probably watch Citizen Kane.

Waiting for the Trade January 24, 2008

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Comic boxEach of my previous entries has been about the textual qualities of pieces of literature. Though this blog is still in its infancy, I’d like to break from this emerging pattern and discuss issues outside the literary texts. Namely, I’d like to discuss comic books; not in what they say, but in how they’re read.

In my ten years of comic book reading, my interest in the subject has periodically waned, for any number of reasons. For a few years, in a regularly-oscillating pattern, I’d plunge full-force into the world comics, but I’d eventually tire and retreat back to the world of “real” literature. At the moment, I’m back in the world of comic books.

Many innovations have occurred in the comic book community since I last read comic books regularly. One such addition to the cultural landscape is the proliferation of comic-themed podcasts. I’ve been periodically listening to Around Comics while on my personal travels, and to my delight I discovered that they produced an episode entitled “Trades vs. Single Issues” that aired on September 6, 2007. My joy in listening to this episode, with all due respect, came less from the actual contents of the episode and more from the knowledge that I was not alone in thinking about these issues. Before I listened to this episode, I had no idea that “waiting for the trade” was as important an issue to comic book readers — and creators — as I had imagined.

When I was younger, I was very much into collecting comics. It was almost as important for me as reading comics, and the two were inextricable. The idea of reading a comic without owning it — and not having it bagged and boarded in a box under my desk — was unfathomable. Not only did I want to familiarize myself with every issue of Nightwing, I wanted to own each issue and be able to point each in my greater collection.

This fixation with owning and collecting has all but disappeared; mostly, I’m sure, as a function of my growing up and becoming less materialistic. Certainly, though, the advent of the trade paperback market is a large influence on how comics — both as physical objects and pieces of art — impact my life. In today’s comic book market, a reader can safely assume that every single story-arc in published in a mainstream comic book by a mainstream publishing company is eventually going to be reprinted in a collected edition, called a “trade paperback” or “trade.” When I started reading and collecting comic books, in 1997, there were no such expectations. For a series of comic books to be collected in a trade paperback, it would have to be fairly significant, or, financially speaking, very rare. If a group of comics was collected at all, it would likely be published years after the original publication date. This is not at all the current situation, as comic book readers can now expect prompt reprinting of comic book story-arcs soon after the original comics appeared on newsstands (or the shelves of comic book stores).

It might behoove me, at this point, to define the terms of my discussion, especially for readers unfamiliar with comic books. When I talk about trade paperbacks, I am not talking about so-called graphic novels. A graphic novel is, by most accounts, a long-form original comic book, not to be confused with traditional, twenty-two page “floppies” that are traditionally sold in supermarkets and drug stores. A Contract with God and Ghost World are prominent examples of graphic novels, and while they are sold in bookstores alongside trade paperbacks, they raise entirely different issues than the ones I’m discussing here.

My initial hesitation to get involved with trade paperbacks was based on the idea that they somehow represented to me a divergence from the original form and culture of comic books. I valued that comic books were a serialized form, much in the same way that I value the formal structure of television programs. To me, collected editions of comic books turned short-form media into long-form media, and changed the way the original work was read. I was also weary and cognizant of the fact that comic book creators were — and are — writing single -issue comic books “for the trade,” meaning that single-issue comic books were being written with the trade format in mind. This perversion of the art form disgusted me, and I wanted no part in supporting it.

Once I came to terms with not having to own or collect every single comic book, I realized that trades were especially beneficial to the industry and the reader. They are literally easier to read, because of their hard-backing and because they demand less delicate care than collectible comic books. Their lack of collectible value made them pieces of art to be read, not placed behind a glass case. Related to this, trades are easily accessible, as they can be placed on a bookshelf, which metaphorically raises the esteem of comic books to be equivalent to great works of prose fiction. Perhaps most importantly, trade paperbacks cost less than the original comic books they are collecting! As a mature reader, these aspects of collected editions made them infinitely more desirable than their floppier counterparts.

As for so-called “writing for the trade,” I came to realize that good writers write stories that are meant to be read in continuity with other issues. To create works of great depth, especially in an ongoing comic book title, the creator demands that their readers read issues in quick succession. While this has indeed changed mainstream comic book writing, I’d say that it has not done so for the worse. Many comic book readers, including those on Around Comics, suggest that some series are better read “in trade,” whereas others are best read in single issues, based on the pacing of the larger narrative. I see this as a minor issue, as a reader of trade paperback collected editions can chose to consume comics and whatever pace he chooses, even pretending, for the sake of pacing, that he was reading these issues in their original form. The same can be said for viewers who watch seasons of television shows on DVD. Some watch all at once, while other viewers pace themselves in an effort to replicate the original viewing practice.

My last observation on the trade paperback phenomenon involves the actual purchasing and owning of these collected editions. As I’ve said, mature readers see trades as a way to get away from the collector mentality, but I now wonder if I’ve merely shifted from collecting comic books to collecting trades. My current ideology is that I purchase trade collections of excellent comic book series — such as Sandman, Saga of the Swamp Thing, and Ex Machina — but that I’m perfectly happy frequenting my local library whenever I’m compelled to read a more conventional comic book, such as a superhero story. In an earlier post, I outlined my opposition to superhero comics as an overarching comic book genre, and thus I’d rather not support their creation with my wallet. That being said, I relish the opportunity to support publishers like Vertigo — who publish mature and intellectually-stimulating series — with my purchases. On a related note, these series are all self-referential, and the reader is compelled to constantly flip through old issues when reading new ones to fully understand the larger aspects of these stories. For all of these reasons, I find trades to be invaluable.

Irving and Roth: Contradictions in their Masterpieces? January 22, 2008

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The World According to GarpAmerican Pastoral

Over the past two weeks, I’ve reread The World According to Garp and read for the first time American Pastoral. These two novels, though separated by two decades in their release, are among the most popular in contemporary American literature. This strikes me as odd, because I initially read these texts as being in ideological opposition.

After reading John Irving’s The World According to Garp, I am inclined to view this text as an argument for politicizing the personal; or, rather, that the personal and the political cannot be separated. In the novel, Jenny Fields simply wants to conceive and raise a child by herself. Her own personal revolution inspires a sexual and political uprising. She and her son both learn, the hard way, that “in this dirty-minded world,” personal politics can have far-reaching and devastating consequences.

There’s a vaguely ennobling quality to this text. Even though Garp himself is resentful of the publicity and politicization of his family history — and of his relationship with his successful mother — the tone of the book is not to suggest that politicization is wrong. It is merely a fact of life in the world according to Garp, which is, I suppose, our world as well.

For Roth, politicization appears to be a choice. The Swede’s terrorist daughter is the product not of liberal ideology but of over-politicization. American Pastoral is principally about how believing too deeply in any ideology can drive a person to forget all other causes, and, relatedly, destroys the comforts and positive aspects that come with American capitalism. To be clear, the struggle of American Pastoral is not red-blooded conservatism against radical liberalism. The Swede is a liberal capitalist, a glove-maker who believes in the American system and stands up for violations of the American dream. His daughter irrevocably destroys the romance of simple American life for him.

The World According to Garp, too, is against political extremism, portraying the Ellen Jamesians in a less-than-favorable light. That being said, they are still sympathetic characters, and Garp himself expresses sympathy for their self-mutilation at Jenny’s funeral. More importantly, in The World According to Garp, people do not choose to be political in the way that Roth presents in American Pastoral; even the smallest and seemingly-apolitical gesture — be it a sexual act or a marriage — has great political ramifications.

Reading these texts makes me wonder how each person should live his life. Is it better to embrace one’s political identity, as in The World According to Garp, or should one be happy and quietly political, a possibility that American Pastoral argues in favor of? The vast popularity of these texts reinforces to me that most readers struggle with this question as well. Ultimately, Roth’s version of America, where good people can be strongly political but can also revel in apolitical joy, is a more charming picture of the American cultural landscape, but one is left wondering if a culture with such an attitude is equipped with the tools to fight the breaches of the American promise.

A critical view from atop the Dark Tower (*spoilers ahead*) January 11, 2008

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I’m a Stephen King fan. One of the major skeletons in my closet as a promising young intellectual is that I am a Stephen King fan. When I speak to older readers, the assertion that I enjoy King’s writing is almost always met with condescension, and invariably disrespect. However, among readers of my own generation — Generation Y (as they’re calling it) — Stephen King is held in high regard. This is probably because his greatest works were released several years ago, and enough time has passed for them to have attained literary acclaim. This process is not unlike the aging of fine wine. Indeed, The Stand and It are among the strongest works of speculative fiction in written history (I firmly believe this), and the reputations of works like Hearts in Atlantis, The Green Mile, and “The Body” haveLow Men Working all benefited from strong film adaptations — all of which are successful because of the strength of the source material. This is all to say, in short, that the next generation of literary thinkers view King as a significant cultural force.

Had I been asked my opinion of Stephen King two months ago, I would have most assuredly identified myself as a proponent of King’s literary merit. This was before I finished the final book in The Dark Tower series.

At best, The Dark Tower books have been controversial. The first novel, The Gunslinger, is my personal favorite, and is word-for-word the best written novel of the series. Here, King tells Roland’s story as though it were an ancient myth. Roland’s world is clearly a fantasy world, and the few references to the real world, such as the children singing “Hey Jude,” are mysterious. In The Gunslinger, King crafts a fairy tale for adults; a story that is not specifically written for the laymen. King doesn’t describe every detail of Roland’s world, but this makes the novel all the more engaging and memorable.

The later books in the series, written decades later, have an entirely different tone. Whereas the earlier novels, most of which were written with Roland as the central character, are mysterious and enchanting, the latter novels are written as though hot-headed Eddie Dean is the most significant character. King interjects distracting, contemporary, and poor humor into his narrative, which makes The Dark Tower end at a far more pedestrian level than it began. Ultimately, these references will date the novel.

What’s most troubling about all of this is that it appears to be a conscious decision on King’s part. In the forward of the expanded edition of The Gunslinger, King writes that the first volume of The Dark Tower series “was, frankly, rather difficult to read” (xxvi). I disagree. As previously stated, I find The Gunslinger to be a work of fantastic brilliance, and the newer volumes of the series, filled with cheap laughs and obvious allusions to contemporary culture, act as an antithesis to the subtlety of the first volume.

My second major criticism of the series is its narrative construction. For a writer with such narrative experience, The Dark Tower’s conclusion is almost laughable. King compares his American epic to Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings. I’m no fan of Tolkien, but even I must give Tolkien more credit than I give King. Whereas Tolkien took great pains to make the inter-textual connections in his stories flow, King unifies his novels lazily. The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings exist within the same continuity, but King incorporates the tragic Patrick Danville from Insomnia into The Dark Tower as a self-identified deus ex machina, ignoring the former novel’s prophecy that Patrick will die saving two people. King thoughtlessly inserts the magically-powered Patrick Danville into the story, with absolutely no precedent, as a way of defeating the Crimson King, a character whom King desperately needed destroyed at the novel’s conclusion. The Patrick Danville episode is emblematic of King’s continual reliance on deus ex machina to allow his characters to travel up and down the so-called “levels of the tower.”

King devotes several entire books to the development of Mordred Deschain, a character who ultimately is of no importance whatsoever to the resolution of the epic. Tolkien developed Gollum not just to create a sinister anti-hero; without Gollum’s flaws, the One Ring would never have been destroyed. Mordred’s ultimate role in The Dark Tower, however, is… to be killed. The story would have progressed unencumbered without his presence.

King explains his saga’s flaws by saying, in The Dark Tower’s author’s note, that the saga’s ending is “the right ending,” and that he doesn’t “make these things up, not exactly;” he only writes what he sees (1049). The idea here, that King writes with the aid of a higher power, and that readers should take up their complaints with this higher power, removes any responsibility away from King for the quality of his tale. It is precisely why, in hindsight, I tend to find his writing disagreeable.

In the same novel’s Coda, King describes readers who are unsatisfied with his novel’s ambiguous ending to be “the unfortunate ones who still get the lovemaking all confused with the paltry squirt that comes to the end of lovemaking (the orgasm is, after all, God’s way of telling us we’ve finished, at least for the time being, and should go to sleep)” (1015). Personally, if I ever made love for the temporal equivalent of several thousand pages, I suspect I’d end up feeling sore, used, and disappointed. This perfectly mirrors my feelings after finishing The Dark Tower saga.

“Okay, guys — We’re SAFE now!” Some thoughts after reading ten years’ worth of comic books January 7, 2008

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Robin #47 Cover When I was eleven years old, I purchased my first comic book, Robin #47 (shown here). This was, evidently, in November 1997. I don’t remember where I bought this comic, though I suspect that I picked it up at the supermarket when my mom was shopping. At the time, there was a lot of hype surrounding the Batman & Robin film starring George Clooney and Chris O’Donnell, and I believe that it was this media frenzy that inspired me to rediscover characters I’d only known from old television programs.

This point of this entry, however, is not to discuss that particular film’s shortcomings, nor is it to discuss the faults of previous television adaptations of Batman and Robin. Both topics have been covered ad nauseam. Instead, I’d like to discuss the comic books I read as I progressed through adolescence and their importance.

As a young boy, I always dreamed more of being Robin than Batman, for the simple reason that I could be Robin and be myself at the same time. Batman and all “grown-up” superheroes were much too adult, and even as a youngster I discovered that the fun of superhero comics, for me, was placing myself in the role of the hero, not trading places with him. In Mutant, Monsters, & Marvels, Stan Lee links the overwhelming popularity of Spider-Man to the fact that his face was hidden. No matter what the reader’s gender or racial background, he or she could be Spider-Man. This relates somewhat to my own experience in escapist comic book stories.

These Chuck Dixon issues of Robin were indeed perfect escapist texts for adolescent readers. While I don’t remember exactly what happened in issue #47, I remember the storyline in these issues involving Robin (Tim Drake) running away from home; Robin rebuffing the advances of the fiery Spoiler (Stephanie Brown); Robin ineptly navigating his romance with the exotic Ariana Dzerchenko; and, perhaps least significantly, Robin fighting crime.

Not surprisingly, I related to these motifs in a number of different ways. Like all adolescents, I fought bitterly with my parents. Like most adolescent boys, I never had a girl friend, though I desperately wanted one. I was Robin, but Robin was the me I wish I could have been.

In the ten years that have passed since I read these issues, I matured greatly. I did well in school and went away to college, whereupon I had all the triumphs and tragedies with women that Robin could only dream of. My interest in comic books waned throughout the previous decade, but culminated in my enrolling in a class about comic books in my university’s English department. The themes of the course, generally speaking, were:

  • that comics is an art form that is bigger than any genre, specifically superhero; and
  • that superhero comic books have more literary merit than they have been awarded.

While my professor and classmates were by and large an impressive group (the experience of being in such a class could warrant its very own blog entry), I found these two particular themes to be at great odds with each other. Quite simply, I don’t think that superhero comics posses a great deal of literary merit.

Within the comic book community, such a statement is radical, and there was a time when I would have dismissed such a thought as being a product of old-world literary snobbery. But the superhero comic books I’ve read — primarily the DC Comic books from the late 90s onward — have inspired little in me, as an adult. As I’ve stated, these comics provided great fodder for adolescent escapism, and many mainstream comic books — such as the Dennis O’Neil and Neal Adams’ Batman run in the 1970s — are well-crafted and atmospheric. However, Disney’s The Lady and the Tramp and and 101 Dalmatians are also brilliantly-crafted films, but I think most viewers would agree that neither film offers much in the way of a mature literary experience.

Ultimately, mainstream comic book stories are too tied up in their diegetic history to address any of their creators’ concerns for the human condition. Because traditional superhero stories take place in a long-existing world, whose history is written by literally hundreds of people, each new writer is subject to creating characters within someone else’s idea. There was a small controversy several years ago when A.J. Lieberman portrayed the Joker in Batman: Gotham Knights as a sympathetic victim, which goes against decades of other writers’ characterizations of that particular character. Lieberman should be allowed to write characters however he likes, but long-standing superhero tradition dictates how characters traditionally behave, and, within the comic book community, actually behave.

Today, I find myself reading creator-controlled comic books, such as The Sandman and Ex Machina, because their respective creators are bound only by their own creativity. I realize, of course, that The Sandman technically takes place within the world of DC Comics, and that Ex Machina is technically a story about a superhero, but neither comic exists within these generic expectations. While the label “for mature readers” is probably thrown around a bit too much in the comic book industry, it nonetheless addresses an appropriate concern. If the comic book community wants its creations to be revered, it should stop revering genres and traditions that represent and even exhibit adolescent sensibilities.