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Three

Friday, August 27th, 2010

Joey Alison Sayers, Eric Orner, and Robert Kirby
Rob Kirby Comics
$6.25

Three is the title of a new comics anthology featuring the work of LGBT writers and artists. If “three” seems like an odd title for a comic, editor Kirby reflects on the ways this simple number saturates our lives: three Fates; three wishes; past, present, future; beginning, middle, end; and of course, the phrase “queer as a three dollar bill.” To his list I would add something Lao Tzu wrote in the Tao Te Ching (who, just to clarify, is not some long lost, never-seen-on-panel relative of I Ching, mentor to Wonder Woman during her Kung Fu days):

Tao produced the One.
The One produced the two.
The two produced the three.
And the three produced the ten thousand things.

How’s that for a hoity toity reference? I may have just piqued the curiosity of gay spandex-loving readers and lost them a split second later. Let’s hope not because Three is deserving of your attention. My only reason for including these lines by Lao Tzu is to show that even a long dead philosopher knows the importance of “three” out of which all things are made possible.

But how does three apply to Three, you ask? Simple. Three stories in one comic, done this first time out by three people: Joey Alison Sayers, Eric Orner, and Robert Kirby. Orner’s name should be familiar to many from his long running strip The Mostly Unfabulous Life of Ethan Green. Likewise, Kirby should be best known for his Curbside Boys strip and Boy Trouble anthologies that saw life as both an indy comic and two collections from Green Candy Press. I shouldn’t admit this, but Sayers, known for her Thingpart strip, was unknown to me aside from vaguely recalled references to said strip. That was remedied by a visit to her site and clicking around to get a better feeling. One of the things about anthologies is to introduce different creators to readers, so mission accomplished there!

Several years back I rented Yossi and Jagger, Eytan Fox’s film about two Israeli soldiers having a secret love affair. It was my sudden awareness of my ignorance about anything gay in Israel that made me curious when I came across it at the video store (how 1999 is that?). Flash forward to recently when I stumbled across Men of Israel for a very >ahem< different spin on gay men in Israel. Eric Orner’s Weekends Abroad is another take on life and culture in that country, ostensibly through his own eyes as I learned through a little search that Orner’s recently lived in Israel to work on a project. Being Jewish doesn’t mean he fits in with Israeli or Jewish society as it’s expressed there. It certainly doesn’t help matters that he doesn’t understand Hebrew thanks to an incident involving, of all things, Wyler’s Lemonade. This is especially true for him in more devout Jerusalem where he works and less so in modern and gay friendly (or friendlier) Tel Aviv where he escapes. More than not fitting in, he doesn’t want to fit in and this attitude ensures that hijinks ensue from getting on the wrong Tel Aviv bound bus whose only stop is three (there’s that number again) miles out of his way, to a hook up gone south, and early morning meanderings through unfamiliar neighborhoods. Oddly enough it’s this unexpected wandering through Tel Aviv’s mostly empty streets that he finally develops a connection after spotting the person responsible for some curious English graffiti with which he’s been mildly obsessed. Coming across this person who simultaneously negotiates and participates in life both differently and as an outsider brings him to a similar understanding and acceptance.

Orner’s style here is a pleasant surprise, which is not meant as a backhanded compliment regarding his work on the Ethan Green strip. In general it’s more detailed but not overworked. From an artist point of view I’d say that Orner had a lot of fun being freed up from any constraints artists have working on the same characters over a strip’s lifetime. Figures have more detail and unique characteristics and the scenes in which they live and interact are highly evocative of a distinct place. Creating that kind of impression isn’t as easy as you may think. Orner works in black, white, grey tones, and light yellow, a combination that works surprisingly well. This is the same approach Orner is using in his bigger project about his observations while living in Israel that you can see samples of here and here. After reading this story and those samples I’ve realized how my perceptions of Israel and its people have been affected by myopic evangelical Christian notions of the country being the Holy Land. It may be true in a sense, but those ideas are frozen in abstract, subjective fantasies reluctant to admit the greater reality. In any case this larger outsider as observer project has me quite curious to read it.

Number One by Sayers is a short piece about the perils of having to pee when out in public. For sure it’s an odd topic and I bet you don’t usually think about it if only because you may be a guy and, guys, shall we say, have easier options when nature calls. Unfortunately women don’t have that advantage. Sayers’ treats her doppelganger’s situation with humor. Now the story functions on this level just as is, but there’s a deceptive simplicity at work here when you take into account that Sayers is M2F transsexual who negotiated the world in a body that didn’t match her innate gender identity. Considering this, Number One becomes a gentle and celebratory slice of her new life.

Kirby’s Freedom Flight revisits Drew, one of his main characters from Curbside Boys. It’s been several years since I enjoyed the experience of reading the two Curbside collections back to back and I remember relating to Drew in several aspects. Kirby visits Drew’s adolescence in a brief flash back, and now it seems I relate to Drew in a couple other ways. Drew the child used to hide from adults sometimes to eavesdrop on adults. Only my “hiding” was in plain sight, pretending to do kid things, and it amazed me to hear what adults talked about when they thought I wasn’t paying attention. He also dreamt of flying away on a plane from “everything.” Clearly Drew had some heavy stuff going on as a kid. My mode of travel was by hopping one of the freight trains that came down tracks near one house we lived in. But you’re not reading this to learn stuff about my messed up childhood, are you?

Flash forward to 1994 and Drew’s in his 20s, the boytoy of an older professor he had for film studies. He could be happy living in New York with a boyfriend, but that listless, unsettled feeling of childhood has struck again. When Mitch ignores him again in favor of grading papers (surely one of the banes of teachers all over), Drew simply decides to quietly make a break with the clothes on his back, a little cash, and Visa card for which Mitch is probably the co-signer. Kirby creates an encounter with a three-legged dog that acts in a fashion like an animal spirit guide until the owner appears and bam! totemic interruptus! Anything Drew feels he might have learned from this affable canine muse is gone. And just like that, so is his compulsion to leave Mitch.

Like Sayers’ Number One, Kirby’s story has a lot more going on beneath the surface. Drew the 20 something is in denial over being emotionally handicapped. But there’s more involving relationships, specifically how Drew sees his role. And Mitch has issues, too. While out walking, Drew wonders if Mitch will remember to take his “meds”, a phrase that clued me in to Mitch’s situation Kirby drew a little bottle labeled “AZT” a couple pages later. This is 1994 and AZT was one of only a very few HIV drugs at the time. A long life was often a coveted dream and gay men were selling life insurance policies and living it up in what little time they assumed was left them. And here Mitch sits resigned to grading papers, ignoring the company and hot and sweaty sex with a boyfriend 15 or 20 years younger, perhaps out of fear of infecting him. But he’s the perfect boyfriend for Drew because he’s clearly confused desperation, duty, and martyrdom, and a monotonous routine with love, a sense of purpose, and identity. Or perhaps I’ve just projected my philosophy regarding how living life with a chronic disease impacts relationships.

Art wise, aside from the blue, black and white color scheme, Kirby’s work here is a progression from his Curbside works. Like Orner, Kirby seems to have had fun expanding on drawing more background and scene elements giving a sense of animation.

Ask me what happened in some superhero comic I might’ve read a couple weeks ago and I’d be hard pressed to tell you. Too many are like the comics version of self-gratification. These three stories though, they’ve gotten into my head. sat down and stayed a while. I’ve even watched another Eytan Fox movie, The Bubble.  Good job, you three!

Three can be purchased at Robert Kirby’s website . Shipping is quite reasonable. People on tap for the next issue are Machael Fahy, Jennifer Camper, David Kelly, Craig Bostick, Sina Shamsavari, and Jon Macy.

Other links of interest:

My friends François Peneaud and Sean McGrath have also reviewed Three. Read their thoughts here and here.

Visit Ethan Green’s website and head over to Joey Alison Sayres’ spot on the interwebs.

Boy Trouble volume 1 and volume 2 (with preview pages) are available from Amazon.

Equality

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010


Please consider visiting Courage Campaign, the American Foundation for Equal Rights, Equality California or similar organizations in support of marriage equality.

Brother To Dragons

Sunday, August 8th, 2010

Apologies for not showing the full cover.

François Peneaud
Carlos García (and colors)
Class Comics
$9 (On sale for 10% at time of posting)

BROTHER TO DRAGONS is part of the new wave of titles from Class Comics, the house that Patrick Fillion and partner Fraser lovingly built. Their expansion allows the opportunity to publish erotic comics that might otherwise have a bigger challenge in finding audiences. I’m happy to report that BTD is a very welcome addition to the genre.

Writer Peneaud set his rousing tale in a world that resembles Europe in the Middle Ages. There are a couple of differences though. In this world there is no guilt over having sex with other men, and we’ll see that some of these men have a connection to a divine dragon cult.

The story begins with Alaї, a likeable and dark haired young man, leaving the peaceful countryside of his youth and traveling by coach to the city where it’s been arranged he’ll work for his uncle. New prospects excite him and he’s eager to be over the disappointment from his cheating boyfriend Enric. Shirtless farmhands are a welcome distraction for Alaї just as it helps set a tone for the story. Shortly at a scheduled rest stop, Jiky, the sociable and stocky coach driver shares a good-humored conversation with Alaї. The talk leads to a sexual escapade in the stables that turns into a three way when hunky Boran, owner of the Red Bear Inn, a red bear himself, joins the action. This scene is the first of several that we’re given clues that there is more to Jiky, and his associates that we meet later, than meets the eye. A glowing red “tattoo” appears on the small of Jiky’s back as he climaxes and a few panels later his eyes shimmer red.

Having finished his journey, Alaї arrives at his uncle’s home and his cute twink of a cousin Rano standoffishly greets him. Alaї recalls their last visit together in the country when, thanks to a flashback, some typical roughhousing between them turned into the youths’ carefree exploration and enjoyment of one another’s bodies. Cousin Rano has become a bit of a puritan and will have nothing to do with their former activity no matter how much Alaї tries to persuade.

Meanwhile, Jiky arrives back at his quarters that are shared with several strapping men. The coach driver tells his three friends—each one sexy in their own ways–about Alaї whom he thinks would make a fine “brother to dragon.” Spirits are high and as it often does, conversation turns to talk of sex. The four men break in to pairs for lovemaking. I have to point out here that García’s talent really makes this scene visually stand out. There are a variety of suggestive angles and positions. Eyes wide open, tender looks, tensed facial muscles, eager tongues, a head tossed back are ample evidence of how well these men feel for each other. The textured lighting García accomplished here, evocative of light from a fireplace, makes the scene even more visually sensual. Job well done!

In the closing scene Alaї arrives at the church that his conservative cousin Rano directed him. Peneaud show us how fully integrated homosexuality is in this world he designed. A male attendant straightforwardly asks “Your preferences, brother?” to which Alaї answers “Male, please.” Thank you for making the co-existence of homosexuality and religion as simple as that. But then, Peneaud and García show what this means when a lean acolyte with a punkish Mohawk guides Alaї to a small, private room for communion and a blessing. The rituals here consist of making sacred marks on one another’s bare chests, retelling part of the Dragon creator myth, and sharing wine as a means of heightening sexual pleasure to an ecstatic experience as a way of worshipping the creator force. Alaї and the acolyte work themselves into some intense veneration!  While they’re going at it, a raven familiar looks on the pair in their physical abandon from its perch on a high windowsill. Through its eyes a mysterious hooded man assesses Alaї, cryptically commenting “Yes. He will do.”  Between this hooded figure and Jiky’s comments to his brothers, it smells like a mystery is a-brewing with Alaї!

It seems to me that the sexual aspect of worship here hearkens to times before the dominance of Judeo-Christian theology when some ancient religions had sexual components. Cults were known to have priestesses and temple prostitutes or sacred harlots, loaded phrases these days that acted out the roles of fertility gods and goddesses. Farmers might have a sexual encounter with a prostitute in the hopes of ensuring a good crop. Whatever the writer’s motivation is, it’s refreshing to read an erotic gay comic that adapts religion to a different sensibility. No shame, no guilt, and no church sexual abuse scandal!

Peneaud deftly wrote good, natural sounding dialog peppered with a few phrases to evoke a feeling of the story’s time and place. Sex scenes flow organically as part of the story and characters’ lives instead of feeling contrived and forced.

Carlos García is the artist of this creative team and he brings the story to life. The men he’s carefully drawn reflect distinct guys of various body types and he’s incredibly talented at conveying emotion and body language with his line work. Readers who like hairy men won’t be disappointed, but then, neither will those who like smooth skinned men. There’s a nice balance between the two types. So, what about the all-important man junk? García gives his men muscular bodies, tight asses, nicely endowed and realistically sized packages rendered with the right amount of detail. Backgrounds may often go unnoticed in a comic, erotic or not, unless the artist does a poor job with them. That is definitely not the case here; it all makes for a believable world.

One quality of this comic that I’d especially like to point out because it’s something that seems to be often missing from erotic comics. There is a sense of playfulness between the men especially in the sex scenes, and in other parts of the story as well. No doubt this feeling is a difficult one to pull off. Kudos to Peneaud for making this choice and to García for making it real and natural.

BROTHER TO DRAGONS is all around a very impressive accomplishment!

To see interior art and to order, please click here.

Torchwood #1

Thursday, August 5th, 2010

1 of 2 Comic Con covers

By Joe Palmer

Writers: John Barrowman, Carole Barrowman, and Gary Russell
Artists: Tommy Lee Edwards, Trevor Goring, and Adrian Salmon
$3.99
Titan Comics
Ah, Torchwood! I came to the series late and since BBC America wasn’t part of my cable package I devoured the series on DVD from my library once my curiosity got the better of me. Well, maybe devour isn’t quite right. After watching one episode it was urgent to watch at least one more, if not two, and with three I stopped. Had to make the goodness last a few days because Torchwood withdrawal is much worse than Torchwood over stimulation.

Not so long ago there was news of Torchwood crossing into comics as a regular series. I was both giddy and cautious. It’s easy to guess the giddy part. The cautious approach is just how I deal with comics based on TV series or movies. And by cautious I mean I avoid them after one too many craptacular Batman movie tie ins. The only tie in comic I’ve read in a long time has been Buffy and there are aspects of it that don’t thrill me. But let me try to put that prejudice aside. The simple fact is I needed a Captain Jack fix and I also wanted to see how the “equal-opportunity” hero worked in the two dimensional world of four colors.

Opening piece “The Selkie” is written by Barrowman and sister Caroline and drawn by Tommy Lee Edwards, with a second story, Broken, by Gary Russell, whom ardent Torchwood fans will recognize, and Adrian Salmon. The two story format seems to be the norm for a bit since “Broken” is serialized in five parts, and presumable the lead story will be a done in one, though I’ve nothing to base this on. In any case, it’s a smart and practical arrangement I imagine to accomodate artist Tommy Lee Edwards’ schedule and also possibly as motivation for readers to buy following issues for the second feature. On second thought, the Barrowmans and crew may want to mix it up and have an occasional full length story to give readers an enticement. But I’m getting ahead of myself here.

Caroline and John take Jack to investigate a mystery surrounding gruesome deaths of several men in a small fishing town near Scotland’s Seal Island. The plot is a plausible set up and given an appropriate Torchwood twist when it’s revealed that Jack has a connection with the Selkie, a fairy tale creature tied to the locals that turns out to be real. The dead men all have something in common, as do their wives which Jack deduces fairly quickly, but the explanation for the Selkie’s connection isn’t fully elaborated. Script pacing is good for two thirds of the story, but the ending seems rushed, even given the alloted 15 pages. Dialog is believable, but it feels different without someone for Jack to banter with, hit on and feel up. This isn’t a bad thing. Certainly there were instances in the show when Jack wasn’t wisecracking or surrounded by his Torchwood associates. [Mr. Barrowman, if you're reading this, care to go out for coffee?]

Edwards has done an admirable job here with the art. His realistic style sets the appropriately moody tone for a small Scottish town tied to the sea. No need to worry whether his Jack (or should I say Barrowman?) resembles the character. Edwards’ likeness is spot on not only with that handsome face, but also body language. Trevor Goring is also listed under artist’s credits, presumably as colorist and he’s really quite the match to bring Edwards’ pencils to life.

Where Jack is solo in the lead, “Broken” features Jack, Ianto, and Gwen together. I’ll leave the continuity folks to figure out where it fits time-wise before Children of Earth because it just doesn’t matter to me. Seeing Ianto again does and it’s a real delight. Oh, how I wish their relationship had been given more time to play out on the show. There’s no time to get weepy eyed as Russell launches right into strange happenings in a Cardiff hotel that our intrepid trio have come to suss out and fix. The bizarre incidents stretch back 140 years involve glowing skies, oddly colored lightning, apparitions and disappearing people and cattle. Yes, it reeks of Rift energies and in a twist, Jack surprisingly discovers the antagonist is a mysterious character previously encountered before but I won’t spoil who it is with clues. Appropriately, the chapter ends with all three having fallen into separate traps. Russell’s script is chock full of witty banter that makes the characters so much fun in the show. I can practically hear their voices in my head while reading. While shorter in page count, the pacing here seems more on key.

Adrian Salmon’s style is quite different from Edwards. Rooted more in a cartoon aesthetic than (photo) realism, there are good dynamics and layouts, and he’s got Jack’s facial expressions and look down to gestures so one easily knows it’s Jack, and not Ianto, who’s distinctive, as well as their adversary. His rendition of Gwen seems less like the actress than I recall though. It appears Salmon also colored his pencils, which meshes quite well with his style.

My expectations were high, perhaps a little too high. As mediums, comics and television may have lots of similarities, but television will always engage the senses of sight and sound. In other ways the writers and artists allayed my fears regarding comic adaptations, and I’ll be back for more.

Teleny and Camille

Friday, July 30th, 2010

Art by the infernal Jon Macy

By Joe Palmer

Dear God-fearing gentlemen and ladies: It is with indignation burning in my breast that compels me to sound a clarion bell to forewarn the populace of a most horrifying book which has surfaced of late from the foulest recesses of the lowest levels of society. This novel, no this affront of debauchery, this “Teleny and Camille” has the telltale stamp of the once feted degenerate Oscar Wilde. This is no simple manuscript; accompanying the writing are illustrations depicting the lecherous adventures of these two young men as they indulge in unspeakable, lascivious and unnatural acts which are proven as the abhorhence of God and hallowed civilization. One might presume these debased drawings to be produced by Wilde’s occasional associate Aubrey Beardsley. Rather, they are the unholy work of one Jon Macy, and we feel he must be of equal standing to Wilde for so putting into form acts between these two men and others which should never be spoken of by good and righteous people. Never before has this upright person looked upon images of lanquor, of men in cataphysical couplings, declaring love to one another. It is a mockery of the natural order upon which our history rests! Mr. Macy, this one believes, should be sent to the gaol — gentle ladies, please avert your gaze as it is not our wish to offend — for sketching tumescent members and ample buttocks as if to be confused as supplications! Messers Macy and Wilde are denizens of whorish Babylon, as surely as their fetid imaginings!

This novel, if one is to be so kind to give it such distinction, is a heinous documentation of a man’s descent into an aberrant way of life fed by the furtive seductions of another man already given up to wayward means befitting the doomed citizens of the Cities of the Plain destroyed by God’s wrathful fire. As is typical, these men wantonly and openly cavort in their private company and dwell in delight of the carnal pleasures. Such scenes are shocking to common sensibilities! Furthermore, such rakehell behaviours bear the stain of the heathen, exotic culture of the Moors. Witness how the sugary palm date is consumed! Rather no! good friend! Spare your spirit of such imagery! The reproductive organs are intended but for two purposes: procreation in the glory of our Lord and purification via elimination of bodily wastes. Surely the catenation evidenced between foodstuffs and lewd displays is proof of lascivious effrontery by this Teleny and Camille and their various compatriots. These men are emboldened by the mirroring of their corrupt desires and dare to pronounce such emotions as love – and a love unequaled by that which is expressed in tradition! They are deluded, as our mannerly fraternity is duty-bound not to suffer such abominated practitioners of this unnameable vice. Would they be doomed, excepting this infernal choice to save these men from their rightful fate and to shew them continuing in misguided bliss.

Good friend, it further saddens and enrages that I should be likened unto the plight of Lot seeking righteous souls who our loving God spared from the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah. It is quite awful that men of such ill repute are illuminated so brazenly. Moreso that the authors of this salicious tome impugn their women, as few they may be, with equal ill repute. Their maligned notions besmirch even God’s creatures as we are presented with a vile and loathsome poodle given over to urges of which details your conscience shall be pardoned.

Reports purport that bookseller Charles Hirsch, owner of the Librairie Parisienne situated on Coventry Street and whose morals one must certainly question, disseminates this licentious album. Beware also of this queerly named purveyor, Northwest Comics, as it is this brash upstart in matters which dare not speak its name from which emanates this sinfully illustrated decadence.

Be you circumspect in all manners should you encounter this Teleny and Camille! Its very existence seeks to subvert the natural order of God’s creation!

An advisement to all gentlemen of worthy repute: after some while during which this one prepondered such risks, the resolve to afford you, my friend, the choice to deliberate the following so that you may not be found ill-prepared should such devious creatures confront you became hardened within my body and senses. Gird your self with God’s holy words to your bosom before proceeding to this most profane imagery!

One must be certain to avoid the accidental purchase of such filth from this purveyor, or this one, or directly from the damnable publisher. You may also wish to read this review which was written by a fellow wanderer of Wilde’s tribe.

Jon Macy art and adaptation

Oscar Wilde and unnamed associates are the purported authors

Published by Northwest Comics $29.99 240 pages

Angelface #1

Thursday, July 1st, 2010

Angelface #1
Benoit Prévot
Class Comics
$8.10

Note: This review contains NSFW images at the end of the review.

Set your “way-back” machines to 1922. The place is London. Our main characters are a pair of down on their luck thieves named Red and Alan, nicknamed Angelface, who also happen to be lovers. They’ve just managed to nick a huge jewel heist and barely escaped capture by the cops. It’s a dream come true. The problem is they don’t share the same dream. For Red, the jewels represent a chance to live a better life with Alan, who secretly has dreamt of a luxurious life in America. The story advances as naïve Red grapples with the reality of his lover’s deception, racing about some of London’s seedy haunts in search of Alan. A tip sends him speeding on his motorcycle toward the docks to watch the ship Alan is aboard sailing into the Atlantic. While Alan relies on his angelic looks to seduce a variety of men (and using the opportunity to steal) Red realizes his plan to catch up with Alan by shoveling coal to the engine of another boat. It isn’t all hot sex and high society for Alan. While onboard the fair-faced man runs afoul of on older gentleman from whom he stole. Soon the ship arrives at port in New York City. Once ensconced in his mansion, The issue concludes with the wealthy businessman gloats and leers at dressed-to-the-nines Alan. Just what nefarious and lusty purpose is in store for Alan’s future?

Prévot’s art style is sketchy and energetic with an aesthetic owing to European illustrative tradition and one that I find really enjoyable to look at. The by-gone setting of a 1922 London in Prévot’s story is lent reinforcement by his choice to use sepia tones, evoking the glamour of Trans-Atlantic ocean liner travel and upper crust wealth and the grime of the working class world which Red and Alan so desperately want to escape. Often characters in erotic gay comics fall into either the twink or bear categories—both of which are fine—but a little variety in body type is nice. Prévot’s men are big and strapping, all taut muscles ready to be displayed and enjoyed by each other and the reader. And Prévot puts these men in  several hot sex scenes.

Contemporary gay culture sometimes leaves me with the impression of being unaware of homosexuality before Stonewall. The historical backdrop reminds that no matter how strongly society tries to repress homosexuality it has existed throughout the ages. Exploring the lives of real or fictional gay men from the past is something that greatly interests me, and was a big factor in my delight of Angelface. While the plot may not be the most original, Prévot managed to make me care about his characters. Red’s naïveté is overshadowed by his determination to track down and confront Alan over his treachery. Alan is easy to despise for his betrayal and opportunistic thievery and still I found some pity for him because of his turn of events.

All these factors helped to create a believable setting that added interest to the story rather than merely serving as a distracting backdrop for porn. Angelface is easily a new favorite erotic comic for me, up there with François Peneaud’s and Carlos García’s “Brother to Dragons”. Take some time to check out the artist’s website and then order the book from Class if you like what you see.

Want to see more images of Angelface #1 and previews of the just released second issue? Go here and click on the top graphic!

Rawhide Kid #1

Thursday, June 10th, 2010

Ron Zimmerman writer
Howard Chaykin artist
Mavel $3.99

By Steven Leitman

Let’s hear it for the boy (Sing the verse! You know you want to!) and by that I mean Ron Zimmerman for the writing chores here. The West’s big GAY cowboy is back and gayer then ever in this first issue. I mean really — I was loving the dialogue here! No apologies, no excuses, he’s out and proud and doesn’t give a damn who knows it and still has the skills to back up his words. I cannot tell you enough how well this is written! I mean really I am still blown away and I cannot find the words to accurately describe to you how I am feeling after reading this. It had elements of camp as well as a feel for some old western action.

I am not going into detail on this issue because it needs to be read by you. Go out and pick it up and read it for yourself. This is perfection here, people. Ron’s words Chaykin’s pictures, there cannot be anything better for you to read at this moment. My only regret is that this is a four issue mini-series.

Let’s not forget that Annie Oakley, Wyatt Earp, Doc Holiday and the original Ghost Rider are all going to be a part of this story.

Seriously, people, a gay cowboy in the Old West isn’t something you see every day, and here it’s done with some stereotypes and with originality. Go support Marvel in this as homosexual characters are never portrayed as honestly as this, and if not because you are a homosexual than because you know one like me. Let’s face it if i were in the Old West this would have been me.

In all honesty if your offended by the way he is portrayed I am sorry for that but he is exactly like many of my friends and people that I know, myself included. So, to each his own and I hope you get as much enjoyment out of him as I am.

Rawhide Kid – The Sensational Seven #1

Thursday, June 10th, 2010

Ron Zimmerman writer
Howard Chaykin artist
Marvel $3.99

Review by Joe Palmer

Wednesday afternoon on my trip to G-Mart, my local comic shop, I spied a single copy of Rawhide Kid’s newest mini, The Sensational Seven, left on the shelf. Somehow I’d forgotten to order a copy and so I picked up the last copy and paid full price, something I almost never do thanks to the store’s generous ordering discount. I almost wish I hadn’t, or at least had pre-ordered and only paid $2.60 because maybe my sense of value might have increased.

Zimmerman and Axel Alonso return in their roles as writer and editor respectively, with veteran artist Howard Chaykin joining them for the visuals. The art is solid Chaykin, an artist whose work that I’ve seen over decades have largely enjoyed. If I had to find something to be criticize it would be that in some panels the figures seem to be separated from their backgrounds, as if they’re sitting on the surface instead of looking like they’re integrated into their surroundings.

If you enjoyed Zimmerman’s writing style and sense of humor as evidenced in Slap Leather then you’ll almost certainly squeal with delight while reading this first chapter as Rawhide and Annie Oakley catch up on girl talk and doing her hair while sipping a Chardonnay. Oh, and then there’s his advice on the use and importance of a fan as an accessory. Marvel at the imprisoned Earp brothers whom Rawhide means to rescue as they make buffoons of themselves as they’re overtly manipulated by their old geezer cellmate for his entertainment. Bad guy Cristo Pike, son of Crisco who I think was Slap Leather’s villain, makes a Tonto joke. Brawling townfolk are stopped in their tracks when Rawhide throws some attitude at them.

If you didn’t care for Slap Leather or grew tired of the humor (even Giffen and DeMatteis had an off moment or three during the JL tour de force) then you might not find much to your liking here. There is one noticeable change or at least I think so because it’s been years since I looked at SL, and that’s in Rawhide’s demeanor. When he confronts a quartet of ornery cowboys who tormented Annie before the story picks up. In their confrontation Rawhide pops the biggest one in the face, sending his boots flying and proceeds to shoot the guns out of the hands of remaining three, and finally dispensing with them all. I just don’t recall him being physically agressive in any way in the first mini.

Maybe my sense of humor is missing or dead. It’s possible. Am I offended? No, more like disappointed that the criticism from years ago seems not to have made an impression on Zimmerman at all. Or maybe Slap Leather’s sales were so good that any legitimate criticism was deemed unimportant. Maybe the writing over the course of the next 3 issues will make me eat my words. We’ll see in 90 days or less.

This series has Marvel’s most restrictive rating, parental advisory. On its site, Marvel describes it as being suitable for readers 15 and older because it features “more mature themes and/or more graphic imagery”. Marvel’s ratings system may have been revised in the interim, as it seems the first mini was given a more restrictive “mature readers” label. Based on this issue there are three factors for the warning. First, Annie wears a towel and later an outfit that’s skimpy, but hardly anything more provocative than sometimes seen in TV shows. Secondly, Zimmerman’s dialog is rife with sexual innuendo and double entendres. The third reason is the gun blow job.

As it stands right now I don’t know if Zimmerman is delivering his honest best or jerking off at his keyboard and possibly thinking it’s cool for gay readers, or trying to vicariously jerk off gay readers. And maybe it’s just me being a cranky old fart who should lighten up. Feel free to leave a comment saying so or what your thoughts are.

If you have a hankerin’ to read what real man loving cowboys were like, try starting with this book from Amazon.

Moomin Volume 1

Tuesday, June 1st, 2010

Tove Jansson
$19.95 or $13.57 at Amazon
Drawn & Quarterly

Tove Jannson might be a relatively obscure name for most Americans. Such is not the case in her native Finland where she is widely popular for her Moomin comic strip and novels or the 34 countries where her work has been translated. Her name first came to my attention nine years ago when a Finnish member of the GLA Yahoo list posted a notice of her death, and while her name and work were mentioned on the rare occasion, I felt no compulsion to look for her work, not even after boutique comics publisher Drawn & Quarterly announced it would print volumes. This changed on a recent trip to my library when either Moomin or Jansson popped into my head, and I searched the catalog. Lo and behold! All five volumes were on the shelf. Flipping through the first volume inquisitively revealed quirky and charming drawings, reason enough to give it a chance.

Quirkiness and charm do indeed abound in Moomin. Among the biographical notes on Wikipedia it’s mentioned that Jansson started to draw her strip during World War II because she was depressed and wanted something naive and innocent. Naive and innocent is the perfect description for Jansson’s stories, especially when she introduces her gentle main character Moomin with a full moon shot as he’s hiding out from a house full of guests and relations. Moomin’s good friend Sniff is introduced in the third panel and from there we’re taken on a willy nilly series of adventures from a jail break to get rich quick schemes ranging from selling a youthful elixir, a sea monster, posing as a fortune teller, and a cubist artist. It’s a playful and non-sensical version of the hero’s quest. And yes, Moomin does rescue the girl, specifically one named Snorkmaiden, not once but twice. who becomes the love of his life, and is rewarded with a new house.

The three remaining chapters are titled Moomin and Family Life (in which Moomin and his long lost parents are reunited), Moomin on The Riveria, and Moomin’s Desert Island. They’re all very enjoyable stories with wonderfully inventive ideas such as finding a nailed up box, only to discover it’s full tiny critters representing swear words. Their solution is to pack it up and send it off to eccentric Aunt Jane. When an exasperated Aunt Janes confronts them, Moomin explains it with: “You see, Aunt Jane, one must have a fling sometime in one’s life…We only sent you the swear words for fun. We really are very fond of you.” More silliness ensues when the Moomin family and Snorkmaiden take a vacation on the Riviera. Jansson has a wonderful time putting these characters into absurd situations and interacting with oddball characters like the Marquis Mongaga and a Lothario named Clark who takes an interest in Snorkmaiden after she wins big at the hotel casino.

D & Q’s hardback books are always well made. The oversized volume has a colorful illustration of the characters printed across the front and back covers with a bright read band of bookcloth down the spine. End papers are a cherry orange with playful poses of Moomin printed in white in horizontal rows. Interior art is black and white with shades of gray as Jansson drew them, crisply printed on cream paper that’s very nice on the eyes. An often overlooked sign of quality (or lack of) is a book’s binding. In Moomin’s case, the pages are sewn binding, ensuring that the book will last for a significant period of time. The book will also lay flat on a table when opened, making for easy reading.

Perhaps the closest American things I can compare Moomin to is to ask you to picture what a mashup between Peanuts and the original Adams Family cartoons would be like, and even that is off the mark. It’s zany dialog and plots filled with loveable anthropormorphic characters. Reading the first volume was sheer enjoyment and my only regret is in not reading it sooner. Consider Mooming if you’re looking for a book for young family member or for your inner child. We should all have such amazing responses to tragedies whether great or personal in life!

Buy Moomin from Amazon

To learn more about Jansson, there is the requisite Wikipedia entry and another bio here.

For the curious, a comprehensive list of Moomin work is at Moomin Trove.

The Beats – A Graphic History

Friday, May 28th, 2010

The Beats – A Graphic History
See below for writer and artist credits
$22 HC/ $14.95 TPB
Hill & Wang

Kerouac, Ginsberg, and Burroughs (William, not Edgar Rice) are the three most well known figures of the Beat Generation, the “holy trinity” if you like. While Americans were having a post-war boom, enthralled by I Love Lucy, Milton Berle, and Leave it to Beaver and zipping across the land on newly constructed interstates initiated by Eisenhower (Feds creating highways! Take that, you Tea Partiers!), and segregation was a fact of life, those of the Beat generation were disaffected by the polite veneer of social conventions.

My knowledge of this trio along with Neal Cassady is limited: Kerouac and Cassady were friends while Kerouac lusted for Neal who was the model for a character in On the Road; Ginsberg’s poem Howl was found obscene, printed copies confiscated, and he won an important legal case for freedom of speech; Burroughs shot and killed his wife in a William Tell style incident, and punk rocker Patti Smith was often inspired by his writings. Not much knowledge at all. Sad, really, which is why I was intrigued by The Beats – A Graphic History when it was solicited in Previews and was happy to borrow a library copy on a recent visit.

By the way, the line considered objectionable in Howl is: “…who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy…”

Editor Paul Buhle points out in his foreward that the book has no pretensions about its place in comparison to the volume of scholarly books on the Beats. It’s quite alright in my opinion, serving as an introductory primer with indy comics creator sensibilities. Harvey Pekar and Ed Piskor devote nearly one half of the book for telling the biographies of Kerouac, Ginsberg, and Burroughs. Pekar didn’t shy away from the recounting trials and tribulations these three faced in their writing, coping with their often terribly problematic sexuality, drug addiction, and general trouble that comes from not fitting in to society. Piskor’s straightforward, indy rooted art style brings the events and the gamut of emotions to life. Perhaps a little too much for me, at least in the Burroughs story because, despite his literary talent, I now find his life decisions detestable. The pair make me curious to read Ginsberg’s Howl and perhaps one day I’ll finally read On the Road, but now I find Kerouac a more difficult person because of how he treated women who were in relationships with him.

The second part of the book is titled The Beats: Perspectives. Pekar and Piskor continue to introduce the readers to lesser known luminaries of the Beats (for example LeRoi Jones, Gregory Corso, Philip Whalen) in short two or three paged installments,comprising nearly thirty pages. While perhaps necessary for page limitations, I think some of the subjects suffer from the four panel a page format making the lives and or writing of such talents seem quite mundane. For the remaining seventy one pages Pekar and Piskor step aside as other writers and artists focus on more figures and aspects of the Beats. There is quite a variety of art styles in this section. While I’ve no qualms over Piskor’s unsparing practicality, in such a large volume in unbroken sequence makes the art in the remaining pages a very welcomed change. Peter Kuper uses the form and theme of a tree to visualize Gary Snyder; Mary Fleener plays with pattern of black and white and Tibetan mandala imagery to spotlight Diane di Prima; Summer McClinton brings to bear the roles of beatnik women and the sacrifices and abuses suffered by wives, lovers, and daughters of the more famous male counterparts. Jay Defeo’s eight year obsession with working on her painting The Rose fueled by daily doses of brandy and French cigarettes is the subject of Robbins and Timmons’ piece. Ironically, these stories of women and how they managed in the wake of the emotional or psychological carnage of flawed and conflicted men in their lives.

There doesn’t really seem to be a connection between the Beat poets and comics, except for the Maynard character that was in the cast of the Dobie Gillis show and its short lived comic adaptation by DC. The  favorable verdict in the Howl obscenity trial of 1957 could be construed as later benefiting underground comix artists of the 60s and 70s though it was unable to impact comics labeled with the Comics Code Seal of Approval for kids and teens.

If you’re at all curious about and aren’t terribly familiar with the Beat Generation then you might consider The Beats – A Graphic History as a good source to start. Check to see if your library has a copy or can get one for you through inter-library loan or check out Amazon for a sneak peek and to order.

Writers and artists include: Harvey Pekar, Ed Piskor, Mary Fleener, Trina Robbins, Joyce Brabner, Lance Tooks, Anne Timmons, Gary Dumm, Paul Buhle, Nancy Peters, Nick Thorkelson, Penolope Rosemont, Jerome Neukirch, Peter Kuper, Jeffrey Lewis, Tuli Kupferberg, Summer McClinton, and Joyce Brabner.