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That comic art has received little of America's popular attention or
scholarly respect (unlike such enlightened locales as Europe or
Japan) is by now a well-worn truism among the genre's boosters. Art
Spiegelman's mid-eighties watershed, the Pulitzer Prize-winning Maus,
was heralded as a revolution in the public perception of a much-maligned
form: here was a work of high inventiveness, an emotional tour de
force that seemed as worthy of critical and aesthetic appreciation as
any other true work of art.
A decade and a half on, despite an occasional breach into the mainstream
consciousness -- such as Chris Ware's brilliant, meticulously conceived
graphic novel Jimmy Corrigan: The Smartest Kid on Earth, published
last year by Pantheon Books -- the commercial and artistic heights reached
by Maus seem now less a new plateau than a peak that continues to
defeat most climbers. Overwhelmingly, comics remain written with a target
audience of twelve-year-old boys (and those who wish they were) in mind.
Since the '60s, however, a sustained assault has been waged on the
mainstream of superhero and "funny animal" comics. An underground movement
celebrating sexual, violent, real art-with-words centered first
around artists like R. Crumb and Spain Rodriguez, and later became a fertile
breeding ground for alternative comics icons and master storytellers like
the Hernandez Brothers (creators of one of the best sustained works in any
genre, Love and Rockets), Jim Woodring (Frank) and Peter Bagge
(Hate). Championing these upstarts for the past quarter century has
been the Comics Journal and its outspoken editor, Gary Groth.
To celebrate 25 years of curmudgeonly griping about the genre's failings
(both self-imposed and otherwise), comes this special edition of the
Journal, a coffee-table-ready tome containing interviews, articles,
and, of course, a load of comics from contemporary luminaries like Charles
Burns, Joe Sacco, Jessica Abel, Kim Deitch, S. Clay Wilson and pages more.
A beautifully produced compendium, the book ultimately falters under the
weight of its unifying theme (Cartoonists on Cartooning) and
chip-on-its-shoulder attitude.
The complaints first: The art finds itself relegated to the back of the
book, which might have been better served by interspersing the comics with
the text-heavy material now commanding the volume's first half. More
consequentially, the imposition of such a self-conscious theme has hindered
the creativity of many of the contributors. Titles like "A Day in the Life
of a Typical Cartoonist" and "The Boy Who Loved Comics" exemplify a prosaic
quality that leeches into the mostly short pieces. Even reliably
iconoclastic artists like Crumb -- whose "The Heartbreak of the Old
Cartoonist" seems almost intentionally soporfic -- are straight-jacketed by
the reflexive nature of the topic. The past triumphs of many of the
contributors here came from exploring the world around them using an
under-utilized, and therefore fresh, medium, but that engagement -- more
evident in the book's interviews -- gets lost for the sake of format. Only
Phoebe Gloeckner, in the acerbic, nearly art-free "I Hate Comics",
transcends the autobiographical nostalgia of many of the pieces, with a
broadside aimed entirely at provocation. "You think comics can be
art?" she asks. "Go ahead, hold up your pathetic poster boys -- the
one who got a Pulitzer and the one who made movies (Ghost World's Dan
Clowes, a Fantagraphics author left unrepresented here) or whatever... Big
whoop! It's all just novelty. ...In the great scheme of things, nobody
cares about cartoons."
Adopting the self-seriousness that Gloeckner viciously mocks, the book's
textual centerpiece, Gregory Cwiklik's "What's Wrong with Comics Today?",
beats the same horse that the Journal itself killed years ago. Few
readers will be surprised to learn that most comics suck. "The comic book
straddles the line between high and low art," Cwiklik writes, "and the
cartoonist seems to get the worst of either: sales of independent comics are
of the sort you'd expect for publishing slender volumes of poetry." While
true, it's also true that most of any form -- movies, say, or pop music --
also sucks. Independent poets, meanwhile, don't carry the gilted
expectations of many comic theorists, caring more about their writing than
about their sales. Cwiklik indulges in a kind of whining that engenders
less rather than more respect for an underappreciated field. Although
subtitled "A Completely Personal Overview", the piece reads like a summation
of the Journal's manifesto.
So what's good about this special edition? Plenty, fortunately, from Don
Phelps' lavishly illustrated overview of the career of '30s comic strip
artist Bill Holman (Smokey Stover) to Gary Groth's in-depth interview
with "comic journalist" Joe Sacco, whose Palestine (1993) has joined
Maus as an important work of emotional and historical reporting.
Sacco talks extensively about his latest work, Safe Area Gorazde, a
"document (of) the lives of people suffering in, as well as the politics
behind, the Yugoslav wars of the 1990s." Other highlights include
tantalizing snatches of new artwork from the disturbing, maddeningly
unprolific Al Columbia; an extended history of the human need to combine
words and pictures ("Bayeux and The Worm"); and the self-explanatory
"Whatever Happened to Autobiographical Comics?" The book survives its
faults due mainly to the strength of the Fantagraphics roster, arguably the
finest collection of down-to-earth comic artists ever gathered under one
imprint. Their work, scattered though it is here, continues to impress.
Much of the boho-intellectual finger-wringing about the lack of attention
given to comics seems to rest in the search for credibility among those
unsure of the true worth of their chosen hobby horse. For those that care
more about the intrinsic qualities of the form itself, and less about
earning a place for comics at the larger table of the "legitimate" art
world, there has rarely been a dearth of talent to enjoy. The alternative
comics "underground" of the last 30-odd years, from Crumb to Julie Douchet
to Richard Sala to Seth to... -- the list goes on and on -- has consistently
produced some of the most uninhibited, articulate, moving and funny printed
material available anywhere. Should this work be receiving its wider due?
No question, but that may be beside the point. The fact that it's readily
available, and continues to be artistically successful, is perhaps triumph
enough.
-- In the mid-'90s, Ryan Tranquilla was the bookstore manager and assistant director at the Cartoon Art Museum
in San Francisco.
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About the Publisher:
Celebrating its 25th anniversary in 2001, Fantagraphics Books is the world's
leading publisher of cutting-edge work by today's most popular alternative
comic artists, as well as collections of work by the greatest of the
underground comix artists and classic comic strips. Fantagraphics Books'
goal is to produce comics for an audience that tends to appreciate comics as
a serious means of expression on the level of film, theater, or literature.
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