Read in March

March. What's there to say about March? Exactly. So here's what I was reading the last thirty-one days:

Lewis Trondheim, Approximate Continuum Comics (3/5) -- Trondheim is best known in the US for co-writing the Dungeon series of graphic novels with Joann Sfar, but he's a major bestseller in France with several major well-known series. So his bibliography here has random holes and confusions -- for example, his recent stretch of autobiographical comics, originally published page-by-page on his website, have come out here only slightly delayed from the French as Little Nothings (in four volumes so far). But this book -- nearly twenty years old, and Trondheim's first major stab at autobiography -- has only been available in English for a couple of years, appearing to be a follow-up to Little Nothings rather than its distant father. Approximate comes from the days when even classy Euro-comics first appeared in individual-issue form; it was a short series of six issues in the mid-'90s, but the issue breaks are silently elided here. (This is a series of episodes to begin with, so only someone counting pages will realize where one issue ends and another begins.) As he did in the later Little Nothings, Trondheim draws his characters with animal heads -- he's a bird, and everyone else are various identifiable (and not) other creatures. And the style and matter are similar to Little Nothings (see my reviews), though clearly earlier and less polished: Trondheim's art is looser and less controlled, and his life is as well -- he's younger, less sure of himself, and more insecure in his neuroses than he would be later. So Approximate is looser and wilder than Little is; Trondheim is less sure of himself, his abilities and career, and is substantially younger and less settled. The stories here are bigger than those in Little, just because Trondheim was more energetic in those days. All of them are good, insightful autobiographical comics -- but Approximate has the energy and enthusiasm of youth to recommend it as well.

Lawrence Block, Hit Me (3/5)

Richard Sala, Delphine (3/6) -- Sala is a cartoonist whose work runs very much to a type, which I find confounds criticism: once you've covered a typical work (as I did with The Hidden) and maybe looked at something outside of his usual wheelhouse (such as Cat Burglar Black), what's left is just a listing of the particular changes rung this time out, and I'm not interested in doing that. (Though the bulk of the comics-reviewing Internet is obsessed with precisely that: explaining and complaining and fulminating about whichever Big Two character is dead this week, which one has changed personality to meet Editorial dictates, and which one is savagely neglected.) Delphine is a typical Sala work: in gorgeous, supple art, a somewhat callow young man comes to a mysterious town, following a strange woman he's obsessed with, and get ensnared by the odd and horrible things happening there. Sometimes Sala has a mildly happy ending -- more often when that young man is replaced by a spunky young woman; he's much harder on his male characters -- but, most of the time, once you find yourself in one of those creepy Sala towns, your fate is already sealed. A Sala story is dark, and thorny, and full of grotesques and goose-bumpy set-pieces, like a great '30s Universal monster movie. And Delphine is a fine example of Sala in top form; for anyone who hasn't read Sala, it's as good a place to begin as anywhere.

Simon Rich, What In God's Name (3/6)

R. Kikuo Johnson, The Shark King (3/7)

Stella Gibbons, Cold Comfort Farm (3/8)

Grant Morrison & Frank Quitely, Flex Mentallo (3/11) -- I read Morrison's Doom Patrol as it came out, back when the world was young and Morrison only thought he was a god, and hadn't yet utterly convinced himself of the matter. And I had the issues of this story, stuck away in longboxes that I hadn't taken out in close to a decade when a flood wiped them away. Reading it again, for the first time in over fifteen years, it's easy to see that Morrison's early infatuation with metafiction had already begun hardening into an obsession with comics in particular -- and that means, as it has for the last thirty years, long-underwear characters with eerie powers that battle a childish '30s conception of evil, and primarily the DC/Marvel manifestations of that idea. Morrison hadn't quite gotten to the point of claiming that only comics matter and that comics are the best, purest artform ever in Flex, but you could see that argument beginning to surface in his mind. It's still undertone here, to the benefit of the work -- Morrison is always at his best when he's building subtext and connections, rather than explaining his dull Jungian theories directly. Flex is a silly superhero, but Morrison can believe in superheroes so hard that he can make Flex as heroic and believable as he needs to be for the space of this story, and the Morrison-insert comics-creator character (overdosed and possibly dying, at opera-diva length, in what is probably another universe or level of reality) meaningful and poignant and connected rather than pathetic and self-indulgent. A lot of the credit should go to Quitely's art; he has the underrated ability to draw bizarre things so that they look as solid and ordinary as dirt. So this is a story of comics -- American superhero comics, proper comics -- saving the world. But it's pretty good even given that.

Jared Axelrod & Steve Walker, The Battle of Blood and Ink (3/12)

Gene Luen Yang & Thien Pham, Level Up (3/13)

Matt Kindt, Red Handed (3/14)

Craig Thompson, Habibi (3/17) This took me a long time to read, and didn't impress me as much as Thompson's previous big graphic novel, Blankets, did. The fact that Thompson wanted to do a story about Islamic characters in an immersive setting does him a lot of credit; the fact that Habibi ends up focusing almost entirely on sex in the least erotic, most otherizing, squickiest way possible mitigates that at least somewhat. It's a beautiful object, and Thompson clearly put a lot of time and effort into it...but, sadly, that wasn't enough, and Habibi is borderline embarrassing. This is a graphic novel primarily for people who like looking at the art -- the pages are gorgeous just as art, not even counting Thompson's wonderful design sense -- since the story is a litany of misery and woe, punctuated by someone else's religion and set in a fantasy version of both medieval Arabia and modern-day Dubai. It is not deliberately racist, but many readers will find it unpleasantly, subconsciously racist, which is substantially worse. If nothing else, it can stand as a signpost of how very difficult it is to write a story from within someone else's culture.

Donovan Hohn, Moby-Duck (3/19) -- In 1992, nearly 30,000 rubber bath toys were knocked overboard from a cargo ship in an immense storm in the North Pacific. A decade later, journalist Hohn got obsessed with the story and ended up writing this book, about oceans, beachcombing, post-Panamax container ships, environmentalism, his own fears and doubts, and, most importantly, about plastic and what plastic is doing to our world. It's a decent non-fiction book, of the using-one-event-as-a-lens-on-the-whole-world style, but it's not as quirky as I hoped -- it reads like a sequence of magazine articles (which parts of it were based on) about Hohn's various voyages around the Pacific in search of various pieces of this story, without having a strong central narrative or spine to keep it all together. Still, any book about the Great Pacific Garbage Patch is worth reading.

The Oatmeal, How to Tell If Your Cat Is Plotting to Kill You (3/20) -- If you ask me, the answer to the title question is "you have a cat," but clearly the guy calling himself The Oatmeal (Matthew Inman) likes cats more than I do. I reviewed The Oatmeal's previous book, 5 Very Good Reasons to Punch a Dolphin in the Mouth (and Other Useful Guides) around this time last year, so see that post for more details on what it is The Oatmeal does. This is more of the same, on about the same level -- if you don't know what that is, check out his website first. This book is cat-centric in a way the first wasn't, and is also a quicker read -- the first book had more of the long, research-heavy pieces, and this one gets to focus on his meme-ish looks at those furry monsters. If you like cats, and you like the Internet, this is the book for you.

Ellen Forney, Marbles (3/21) -- If you want to have a big hit in the regular literary world with your graphic novel, you'd better write a memoir, and, for an even better chance, you'd be smart to have overcome something serious, whether it be growing up in revolutionary Iran (Persepolis) or getting breast cancer (Cancer Vixen) or just being Vladek Spiegelman's son (Maus). Ellen Forney is a fine cartoonist -- see my reviews of her very varied books like Monkey Food and Lust for an overview of what she's already done -- and she also was diagnosed as bipolar just over a decade ago. Marbles tells that story, from Forney's life at the time of diagnosis (in retrospect, a really really obvious manic phase) through years of tinkering with prescriptions and weekly therapy sessions up to the present day. (Spoiler: she found meds that worked and got to a place she's comfortable with and continues to do great comics work.) Marbles is a loosely organized piece, turning from "comics" on most pages to more illustrative stretches/pages (including quite a bit of work Forney did at the time, included as a window into her mindset) to big chunks of hand-lettered text. It's smart and insightful and uplifting, the story of an important part of the life of a woman who's had a lot of life and knows how to turn it into a story.

Steven Gould, Impulse (3/25)

Mark Siegel, Sailor Twain (3/25) -- If I'd seen this smart, thorny, deep graphic novel for review, I'd feel compelled to sit on it for a while, chewing over what I really thought about it and trying to write something to do it justice. But I was spacing out when it published a few months back, so I had to get it from the library like a normal person, and so I'm free to react to it just like that normal person. It's the story of a steamboat crew on the Hudson in the late 19th century, the mermaid they find, and the nature of love. Siegel's backgrounds and layouts are precise and immersive, though I found some of his character designs distracting -- he has a cartoony feel, not unlike a lot of classic manga-ka, for his protagonists, but his method of simplifying facial features turns several characters into Muppets, to my eye. (There's nothing wrong with cartoony characters in a mostly-realistic drawn world; plenty of creators have done that well. But when the cartoony characters break the plane of the story by seeming to become characters in other stories, that can be a problem.) First Second has mostly been known for a bunch of great graphic novels for teens over the past few years -- and Siegel is Editorial Director there, as well as becoming one of his own authors with Sailor Twain -- but this one is clearly and entirely for adults (and some older teens who can handle cartoon breasts). And it's damn good, even if the ending felt a bit elliptical to me.

Jason, The Left Bank Gang (3/26) -- Jason's graphic novels do not precisely run to a type or formula, but there are definite points of continuity: blank-faced, animal-headed characters, whose motivations remain firmly locked in their own heads; random, unexpected violence, upsetting all plans, hopes, and lives; genre fiction elements, often mixed with supposed "high culture;" and a tight nine-panel grid, showing the action moving in lock-step towards its inevitable end. Left Bank Gang is a 2005 Jason book, with all of those elements firmly in place -- the characters are the great Modernist writers of Paris in the '20s (Fitzgerald, Hemingway, Joyce, Pound), reconceptualized as comics creators in a world where that's the dominant art, and the plot circles around an ill-conceived plan to get rich through a bank robbery. Jason starts off telling the story straight, but the robbery is told and retold through the viewpoints of each character, each time adding more detail and nuance -- it's a great conceit, and works well for this kind of crime story. The fact that his characters are supposedly the great Modernists is really an affectation; aside from some quirks of dialogue, these guys could be anybody, and they really are anybody. (Jason's work, I think, is best when he does stick to iconic or Everyman protagonists -- his style of distancing works better with A Guy or Frankenstein's Monster than with a real person with history and a bibliography to look up.)

Michael Popek, Forgotten Bookmarks (3/26) -- People leave odd things in books, and other people who work in bookstores find those things later on. Popek is one such bookstore clerk -- he's worked in a family used and rare shop for close to thirty years, since he was a kid -- and he decided to put some of those finds online, at a blog he named Forgotten Bookmarks. Every decently popular blog becomes a book eventually -- the same way that every half-decent comedian got a book deal in the mid-'90s and every magazine got a thin parody book in the '80s -- and so this eventually emerged. It works very well as a book, since it's about bookish ephemera and will be of great interest to people who love the physicality of books. The book shows 150 or so of these items, from letters to photos to leaves to receipts to razor blades -- and shows each one with the exact book it was found in, which gladdens my persnickety heart. The particular items tend to have connections to upstate New York -- when Popek's establishment is located -- and tend to be 50+ years old, either because he deliberately chose older items or because he mostly sees old books. There's a short introduction, but not really any commentary: Popek is just presenting these materials, as he found them. I imagine this will live a long life as a gift from bookish people to each other, and it's very good in that role.

"The Waiter" (Steve Dublanica), Waiter Rant (3/28) -- We all want to know the secrets; it's why magazines like National Enquirer have made so much money for so long. It's why there are intermittent explosions of anonymous blogs (tumblrs, twitter handles, etc.) from people that we're pretty sure really are as connected and powerful as they pretend to be. And some of those outlets for secrets really are useful and smart and true, which keeps the whole thing going for another cycle. One such manifestation of the "let me tell you what's really going on" impulse was the blog Waiter Rant, started in 2004 by a man who called himself "The Waiter," and claimed to be the headwaiter/manager of a fine-dining establishment in the New York area. As such things usually go, The Waiter got a book deal, and this was the book, in 2008. (Waiter was outed during the publicity for the book as Steve Dublanica, and has since written a follow-up, Keep The Change, about US tipping standards and culture.) Waiter Rant isn't deep, but no one expected it to be: Dublanica tells stories about the behind-the-scenes life of a nice restaurant (later outed as the Lanterna Tuscan Bistro in Nyack), which are as bitchy as we expected, though thankfully not quite as unsanitary as we feared. As everyone has already said, this really is Kitchen Confidential for the front of the house, and, if you're interested in that, this is the place to go. It's also amusing for those of us who don't care that much about how restaurants run, but just want some good stories about interesting workplaces.

Everything I haven't yet written about was sent as a review copy, so I feel compelled to hold them for "real," separate posts. (Which may or may not happen; I can have great intentions, but that doesn't prove anything.) Those may appear in the near future, or not -- feel free to comment if you're desperate to know anything about Impulse or Red Handed or Level Up, since I never know what will spark me to action.

And now we move on to another month, as always. Happy April to you all, and I hope you all see the other end of it as well.

Go Forth and Read Ye of the Ways of Amazon

I don't write about Amazon nearly as much as I feel like here, but that's OK -- Matt Blind, aka "Rocket Bomber," is always there to pick up the slack.

For example, he recently rounded up a lot of recent articles on Amazon and then explained how they're only doing what Sears did a hundred years earlier. (Doing it very well, yes, but very much the same thing.)

This time out, he doesn't concentrate much on Amazon's biggest advantage: their business model is to make very little money while trying to keep other players in the market from making any (which was greatly facilitated by their getting a five-year multi-billion dollar grace period from investors, which is, I think, unprecedented in any capitalist country).

But go read it, particularly if you work in any business where Amazon is a major retailer -- and, these days, that's pretty much all of them.

22 år på landet

Idag, den 1:a april, är det 22 år sedan jag flyttade ut på landet. Bort från asfalt och stress, till grönska och lugn och ro...

22 år är en avsevärd tid. Och det känns länge sen jag körde ut alla grejor i skytteltrafik till det inköpta huset ute på landet. Ändå har tiden gått så väldigt fort...!

Men här ute i byn har jag:
- sett mina barn växa upp och bli flygfärdiga...
- upplevt härliga tider och smärre katastrofer...
- med tiden blivit ganska händig...
- fallit ner 4,5 meter från en byggnadsställning...
- sett grannar och vänner flytta ut och flytta in...
- kunnat lyssna på musik mitt i natten utan att störa någon...
- varit med när åskan en morgon tog båda datorerna på övervåningen...
- kurat av rädsla när vintervindarna slitit i taket...
- sett stormen slita av den stora granen på mitten...
- funnit tjusningen med årstidernas växlingar...
- känt hur stressen rinner av mig när jag kliver ur bilen...
- slagit rot för första gången i mitt liv...

och nu väntar jag på att backen ska bli full med blåsippor igen...

Nyupptäckta demos med Gene Clark

Att lyssna på dessa demos från ett av Gene Clarks mästerverk, det är som att få se gamla fotografier från ens uppväxt, att förnimma det bekanta, men ändå se det hela med nya ögon.

I en rättvisare värld hade Gene Clarks "White Light" från 1971 klassats som en milstolpe i skivutgivningens historia, som urtypen för ett singer-songwriter koncept. Bob Dylan har sagt att han önskat att han skrivit "For A Spanish Guitar" och hela skivan är fullt i klass med Dylans absolut bästa album.

Nu finns de flesta av låtarna utgivna som anspråkslösa demoinspelningar och desssutom tre "nya" låtar som aldrig getts ut tidigare. Redan här glänser dessa sånger av spröd innerlighet och griper tag om de innersta strängarna...

So if there some day won't be time just to look behind
There won't be reasons, no descriptions for my place and mind
There was so much I was told that was not real
So many things that I could not taste but I could feel
So with tomorrow I will borrow
Another moment of joy and sorrow
And another dream and another
With tomorrow
- Gene Clark

Reviewing the Mail: Week of 3/23

There's a decent pile this week, and I'm starting much later in the day than usual -- the result of a Thing 1-centric weekend, with his theatrical debut in his high school's production of The Music Man and several celebrations for his fifteenth birthday -- so I'll attempt to be quick and factual this time around.

All of the books below arrived in my mailbox over the last week. I don't think I specifically asked for any of them, though I could quite easily have forgotten. All of them are brand new or upcoming books, being published in the United States of America (and possibly other places as well), mostly in the speculative genres and/or with words and pictures cunningly juxtaposed. I have not read any of these books yet, but I'm about to tell you what I can about them, because you may absolutely love one or more of them, and facilitating such love is supposed to be what publishing is all about.

So, this week I've decided to go in rough order of physical size of these books, since that's the way they're already piled on my desk. And that means the latest "Kitty Norville" contemporary fantasy novel from Carrie Vaughn, Kitty Rocks the House, is on top. I've enjoyed this series a lot, though I have to admit that I've fallen behind on it in the past few years; I think I now have five novels and a short-story collection still to read. (So you could claim that I'm hoarding them, which is not untrue.) Rocks the House is a mass-market paperback from Tor, hitting stores on March 26th.

Also in mass-market from Tor, and on the very same day, is Virus Thirteen, a near-future bio-thriller from Joshua Alan Parry. It's a first novel, focusing on a married couple working at a top biotech firm -- she's locked down in an underground lab, racing for a cure to a superflu! he's left outside the secure facility, battling terrorists! -- and Parry can probably be trusted to get the medical stuff correct since he's a medical resident at the Mayo Clinic.

A week later, on April 2nd, Sharp will be released in mass-market by Roc. It's the third in the "Mindscape Investigations" series by Alex Hughes, focusing on a telepathic police investigator in what seems to be the near future (sixty years after the "Tech Wars" apparently made networks and computers objects of hatred and fear).

The fourth volume in Keiko Suenobu's survival-horror Limit manga series was published last week by Vertical, in which the small group of survivors of a bus crash continue to do horrible things to each other, far from civilization.

Also from Vertical is the fifth volume of Flowers of Evil, Shuzo Oshimi's creepy look at an unhealthy love triangle among Japanese teens -- it's also just been published by Vertical.

From Amazon's 47North imprint, publishing in May, is Mark T. Barnes's The Garden of Stones, an epic fantasy doorstop that the back cover compares equally to Homer, George R.R. Martin, and Steven Erikson. It's about all of that epic-fantasy stuff: overweening pride, huge empires, the sweep of history, and incredibly special people.

Nothing Can Possibly Go Wrong is a new graphic novel written by Prudence Shen (it's her first book) and drawn by Faith Erin Hicks (The Adventures of Superhero Girl, The War at Ellsmere, Friends With Boys, etc.). It's from First Second and is about the epic battle in one high school between the cheerleaders and the robotics squad over the funding that both of them desperately need.

Adam Baker's first novel, Juggernaut, appears to be a military thriller in which US soldiers in Iraq, enticed by rumors of fabulous wealth hidden away by Saddam, find their way to a hidden city in the desert populated by zombies. Don't roll your eyes: somebody is gobbling up all of these zombie stories, and I know it's not me. It's a hardcover from Thomas Dunne Books, coming April 2nd.

Speaking of vaguely skiffy thrillers from Thomas Dunne, I also have here Jeremy Robinson's Island 731, in which a scientific crew investigating the Great Pacific Garbage Patch find themselves on a mysterious uncharted island after a story -- an island where Imperial Japanese human experimentation went on during WWII, and where something is still active. (Really? We're still doing left-overs-from-WWII thrillers? The war's been over for almost seventy years at this point.)

E.E. Knight's Vampire Earth series continues with Appalachian Overthrow, but I can't get past that goat-dude on the cover. Is he our hero? (He might be: this looks to be a backstory novel about Ahn-Kha, whoever that is, and that's the kind of name I might give a goat-dude.) This is a Roc hardcover, coming April 2nd.

And last is Red Planet Blues, the new novel from Hugo and Nebula Award winner Robert J. Sawyer, which seems to have grown out of his novella "Identity Theft," originally written for an anthology published by my ten-employer. It's about a private detective on Mars -- which I won't make fun of, since I like PI novels, and Mars is as reasonable a setting as any other -- and Ace is publishing it in hardcover this week.    

Incoming Books: March 22nd

I think I'm about to get serious about replacing at least some of the books I lost in the big flood, and, to start that, I had a big order from Midtown Comics this week. (They had a 30% off sale, with free shipping and no tax since they don't have nexus in my state, and I'll take that any day.)

So I got a couple of things that they boys can earn by telling me stories that they read, and. for myself, mostly books I used to have:

Famous Players by Rick Geary, his tenth graphic novel about a single historical murder, which I reviewed for ComicMix in 2009.

Speaking of Rick Geary, I also got the 2007 Gumby collection that he drew and Bob Burden wrote.

Good-Bye, the third collection of Yoshihiro Tatsumi's devastating and masterful gekiga stories from the early '70s, which I also reviewed for ComicMix.

The Grave Robber's Daughter, a short Richard Sala graphic novel from 2006.

Slow News Day and Dumped, two Andi Watson graphic novels.

Dork Vol. 2: Circling The Drain and Bill & Ted's Most Excellent Adventures, Vol. 1, two Evan Dorkin joints.

Scott Saavedra's Dr. Radium Battles Phill, King Of The Pill Bugs.

A bunch of Gilbert Hernandez, for my big planned Love and Rockets re-read and a couple of books that I actually don't think I ever read: Girl Crazy, The Adventures of Venus, and New Stories #1.

Almost Silent, a hardcover collection of four separate graphic novels by the Norwegian cartoonist Jason; I reviewed three of them here in separate posts and the fourth in a roundup.

The classic Violent Cases by Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean.

Steve Moncuse's mostly-forgotten Fish Police Volume 1, which got a reprinting from IDW in 2011 for no obvious reason. I think I had the old, old album-size reprints (and all of the issues packed up in longboxes), but I haven't read this in twenty years.

Legend Of GrimJack Vol. 7 by John Ostrander and Tom Mandrake.

And, last, the first volume of James Kochalka's American Elf, since it's now done, so I'll have to dig into the archives for my fix.

(It might be clear from this list that I began my comics-reading in the '80s, and I'll cheerfully admit that.)