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Blue Comet & Fusion: Titania Strikes!

Friday, February 3rd, 2012

Chayne Avery
Russell Garcia
$4.99 (32 pages) POD/IndyPlanet
$3.99 Ebook/Lulu
Review by Joe Palmer

When last we saw our boys Blue Comet and Fusion they were teasing us midway through an adventure that promised to pit them against Titania. This was a followup to Russell Garcia and Chayne Avery’s collected web comic Boy Meets Hero. The boys are back (all four of them!) to finish the adventure interruptus. There are teases a-plenty before delivering the climactic scene!

Actually, this issue is a double celebration. First off, it’s Derek’s and Justin’s first anniversary as a couple. They’re taking a walk after having a romantic dinner out to celebrate when , right on cue, they’re called to a mission. It’s the boys’ first official adventure together as WHO agents since Justin’s latent and formerly unknown power manifested after being captured by a giant robot and used as a pawn, and Justin is more than eager. That they’re going up a 50 foot tall giant named Titania with pheromone powers doesn’t dampen his spirit though he isn’t thrilled to learn that the equal opportunity crankypants Zap-Man will partner with them under Sunstar’s leadership. It’s up to the boys and Sunstar to stop Titania and the hetero heroes in her thrall from destroying WHO headquarters and Golden Bay City. Yes, the plot is boilerplate, and may I suggest something by Morrison or Bendis if you want obfuscation and decompression? There are still heroics and danger a-plenty and a couple surprises like Sunstar forcing herself to do something to turn the fight in their favor We also get a peek at another WHO agent who just may be lesbian since she falls under Titania’s spell. Derek and Justin’s first mission together ends well and so does their evening back in the bedroom. Just like it should.

Tone wise, Garcia and Avery maintain the sweet, sexy, playfulness of Derek and Justin, in and out of costumes and clothes, for that matter, as well as what I think is a Silver Age sensibility through a gay tinted filter. Cops and waiters and superheroes can be gay and all is still good with the world. Which is not to say that their fictional world isn’t without its haters (see Zap-Man and now Jet Scream, who gets a comeuppance) and issues, but they keep things upbeat by having the characters deal with any adversity in a relatively direct and angst free way. Team work and good ol’ fashioned effort will win the day.No brooding allowed here! Colors are bright and complement Avery’s art style. Kudos on the — ahem — packaging! Everything Garcia and Avery do comes together so well that the finished piece looks seamless. Simply put, I love Boy Meets Hero because Avery and Garcia’s enthusiasm and love for their work is clear on every page.

Where do you go from here to satisfy your curiosity? How about the Boy Meets Hero website! Or buy the Ebook version from Lulu or a print copy at IndyPlanet.

Remembrance Of Things I Forgot

Sunday, January 22nd, 2012

Designed by Mark Solan Design

Bob Smith
Terrace Books
272 pages
Price varies by retailer & format
ISBN-13: 978-0299283407

Review by Joe Palmer

This book came to my attention one day thanks to a Insight Books club newsletter about a sale and I decided to look around out of idle curiosity. I wasn’t in the mood for a new book until I came across the site’s description of it as a “screw ball sci-fi comedy where comic book dealer John Sherkston uses the time machine his physicist boyfriend, Taylor, has created for the U.S. government to go back in time to try to save their relationship” to be an intriguing premise. I’d been reading non fiction stuff like Karen Armstrong’s The Great Transformation and Jonathan Kirsch’s The Grand Inquisitor’s Manual for so long that  a book combining gay men, comics, and time travel with wacky hijinx sounded exactly like the antidote I needed. That the novel’s time travelling hero had such a hate on for George W. Bush and Dick Cheney made the story more appealing. Plus I fell under the hypnotic spell of those eyes on the cover. All that was left to do was click, pay, and wait for the package to arrive.

The day it arrived I eagerly ripped open the box and started to read. On a snowy day in 2006 John Sherkston, owner of Sherkston’s Comics in New York City, contemplates telling his boyfriend Taylor Esgard that he wants to end their 15 year relationship. That Taylor is consumed by his work for the Department of Defense as head of the Chronos Project to develop time travel is only salt in the gaping wound of Taylor’s egregiousness. John believes Taylor has become a gay Republican and is willfully working in conjunction with his boss, none other than Vice President Dick Cheney, who John can’t help but think has a secret agenda. I sure as hell thought the same during those eight years. And Smith does reveal he had an agenda for Cheney all along, one that Kang the Conqueror would smile on with approval. What the motive is remains unknown till later in the book. John has to deal with the fact that he’s been purposely sent back in time to the Reagan era, specifically June 12th, 1986 by the veep. John finds plenty to do in the past while keeping up hope that Taylor will rescue him. One moment he’s working up the nerve to attempt a pre-emptive plan to prevent Bush and Cheney from holding the two highest offices in the nation, and in the next he’s trying to figure out how to save his sister from commiting suicide. Of course he ends up trying to do both, and yes, hijinx both wacky and dire ensue when John enlists the much younger versions of yourself, referred to as Junior to avoid confusion, and your (not yet) boyfriend Taylor on a cross country drive. Now you’re wondering about sexual escapades between the little threesome, aren’t you? Junior does attempt to seduce John soon after their initial meeting and before John has worked up the courage to reveal his identity and time traveling trouble. After this awkward attempt, Smith leaves Junior and Taylor to flirt,leaving John to wistfully remember the Taylor he loves, and hook up off page while touching on issues of ageism in the gay community. And just never you mind that time travel quandary of keeping different versions of the same person from meeting to avoid some catastrophic occurrence. The book’s premise rests on the pair’s relationship enabling John to make self-discoveries by experiences that recall forgotten feelings and Smith accomplishes the feat in a manner keeping in tone with John’s character. That John and his small band are tracked and chased around the country by not one, but two Dick Cheney’s, one more dastardly than the other, and an encounter with a younger George W (Bible class, dinner, drinks, and sex, anyone?) is just icing on the cake for any American who lived through the Dubya and Dick years.

Comic book readers will appreciate that Smith is either a fan himself or did some homework. Several characters and specific issues are referenced by John, who also worked on creating Dark Cloud, his own superhero who’d come out of the closest, if either DC or Marvel had pursued John’s submission. Smith keeps the four color allusions in check so as not to overwhelm the story for non comics readers. Despite the incidental spandex attributes I couldn’t help but picture the story in graphic novel format blending adventure, comedy, and slice of life. I liked the novel enough though not as much as I’d wanted. Wit and subtlety are mostly put aside in exchange for a sledge hammer when expressing John’s thoughts and reactions to Bush and Cheney and what seemed to me numerous reminders of John’s feelings began to annoy in the same way Chris Claremont’s “I am Rogue! Here’s my history in a thought bubble!” expository style does. Your mileage may vary.

You’ll probably enjoy this novel if you liked Perry Moore’s Hero or Austin Grossman’s Soon I Will Be Invincible.

Elemental Micah #4

Wednesday, January 18th, 2012

Michael Georgiou

$2.99 from IndyPlanet
UK Residents see below

The last we saw of 17 year old Micah Sampson he’d discovered the guy of his dreams had spent some time literally up a tree and our lovelorn hero had begun to learn how to control his powers. He learns that there are limitations after turning his powers inward in an effort to heal his eyes. Georgiou leaves Micah and the reader in a cliffhanger ending with apparently terrible consequences. Issue four begins by recounting an incident in a series of tense and fear frought sequences involving covert ops that adversely affects the Sampson family, especially young Micah, as is shockingly revealed by his father, making for an equally gripping “Oh no! What’s next?” ending.  So much happens in this issue that I want to overlook that there is nary a mention of Micah’s literally bloody predicament from the previous installment. Georgiou cuts the story between events. The covert ops sequences take place ten years in the past and reveal Kevin, Micah’s adoptive father, to be an interogater well trained in torture techniques and he’s quite willing to use them in the service of his country. These scenes are quite gruesome, and Kevin might easily be viewed as a monster, however necessary a monster might be for national security, if it weren’t for the scenes in which a vulnerable, caring, and compassionate man are revealed.

The other half of this issue occurs in Micah’s present day. Georgiou certainly doesn’t go easy on Micah, as he puts him through an emotional wringer and squeezes just a little bit harder, almost as if with a bit of glee. Initially Micah shows a sense of compassion for Simon, whose formerly broken legs, now healed by one of Micah’s powers, are still stiffly encrusted in casts as he and Dana haul him wheelchair bound up a flight of stairs. It’s meant to be an awkward scene, and it gives best friend Dana a chance to smart off. Otherwise she’s her usual chipper, supportive, and gently chiding self. Well, mostly except for the end. I’ll get to that. That concern Micah displays quickly changes after Simon unintentionally outs Micah to his Aunt Sal, another member of his chosen family. Simon might be forgiven for this indiscretion considering he’s awestruck by Aunt Sal, a woman known to the rest of the world as Babs Sinner, burlesque dancer extraordinaire. As we might imagine her social circles to be a bit more diverse than the matron who reguarly hosts the vicar to dinner, Sal is hardly shocked and proves rather supportive by encouraging full parental disclosure, playing an ill at ease Micah off his nearly giddy father. You’d think he’d be relieved, but remember what I wrote about squeezing the character in an emotional wringer. Micah’s anger toward Simon turns to disappointment as he starts to realize the disparity between his perception of Simon as an object of romance and lust and the reality of Simon and his emotional baggage. It’s a poignant scene done with close ups of torsos and arms till the panels showing them part ways. But we’re not done. Despite good intentions of a fatherly tete a tete, Kevin pushes his emotionally fragile son off the figurative cliff. Most moody teens shout or sulk. Micah pounds his fists on the hood of his car and dear dad gets a face full of the whirlind Micah unleashed at the series beginning and can’t make disappear. There must be a metaphor between Micah’s feeling overwhelmed by his feelings, emotional baggage, and a car trunk. But we’ve all had to learn to deal with our emotions so as not to have tantrums, and that’s what Micah begins to do with coaching help from dear ol’ dad. The story could end in some bit of congratulatory mumbo jumbo. Instead Kevin is unknowingly observed doing something odd to his son, something that should set a good portion of the cast in an uproar.

Georgiou greatly expands the scope of Elemental Micah by recounting incidents from Kevin’s semi secretive interrogation backstory. He does a good job balancing the spy world and the slice of life feel ambience as Micah goes about everyday life while trying to deal with newly found powers. A good deal of Micah’s charm comes from this grounding in the mundane world. Being in charge of every aspect of making a comic isn’t an easy task and I both admire and envy anyone who does it, as I’ve my own secret aspirations. It’s also one thing to do a one off story and another to do a series. Having said that, Georgiou might consider enlisting a little help in maintaining a bit more internal story consistency. For example, I re-read issue 3 to refresh my memory before immediately reading the current one. Two lines of dialog between Micah and Dina on page 28 in #3 refer to Simon and Aunt Sal having met off panel. This contradicts the scene in issue 4. Micah’s bleeding incident at the end of #3 will be another inconsistent point if it isn’t addressed soon.

LGBT characters have progessed quite a lot in mainstream comics in the past two plus decades, at least in quantity if not quality which depends on one’s subjectivity. Villainous characters aside, one can argue that gay and lesbian characters display some trait of idealized beauty. Georgiou’s Micah may be the first character which isn’t idealized and even if he isn’t, Georgiou should be applauded for the choice to give Micah a broken nose, wild hair, thick glasses, a chubby belly, and awkward stance. If this were an American comic there might be emphasis on figuring out which niche he fits into within the gay world rather than discovering and figuring out himself.

On the art side, Georgiou’s lines seem more confident. The flashback scenes of Micah’s father as Agent Sampson have a feeling of grime and dirt, as well they shoud. Present day scenes stand out in marked constrast as clean, open and have a sense of light even at the darket moment of Kevin’s unnerving revelation.

Visit the Elemental Micah wesbite. UK readers can purchase directly from Georgiou.

Elemental Micah at Indy Planet for US readers or buy a copy for your Kindle.

Diary Of A Catering Whore

Friday, January 13th, 2012

Sean Seamus McWhinny
Northwest Press
$9.99 Digital Only Edition

Review by Joe Palmer

Do you like the idea of easy money? Student loans looming high? Does the prospect of smelling like fast food overcome your fear of mountainous debt?  Are you a masochist, feeling desperate, or simply delusional? Can you grovel on command? Are you versed in or willing to learn the art of illusion even if you may lose your own grasp on reality? Congratulations! If you answered yes to one or more of these questions then you too can rub elbows with the rich and famous as a catering whore! Better yet – spare yourself giref and humiliation by reading McWhinny’s misadventures and musings in his humorous compilation Diary of a Catering Whore.

American poet, writer and satirist Dorothy Parker wrote “Wit has truth in it; wisecracking is simply calisthenics with words”. McWhinny displays ample talent in both wit and wisecracking, two requisite tools anyone who wants to make it in — or out of alive — food service must have. By the time I’d finished panel two of opening strip Űbercool I knew I’d be in sympatico with the entire book. The hip hop jelly doughnut rapper two panels later was met with a not very ladylike snort as memories of my own days as a catering whore (we were simply cater waiters though I admit to whoring for shifts) came rushing back. McWhinny’s catering experiences are a great deal more interesting than mine were and his accounts are hilarious because they’re the kind of incidents that you wouldn’t have the unfortunate luck of happening to you because it wouldn’t ever happen during the course of a mundane work day. The humor in Catering Whore darts and dashes between farce, screwball, slapstick, and satire, though if anyone lampooned herein improves their lot it would be McWhinny by virtue of having drawn and written the strips. Many of the numerous incidents I found particularly funny were catering related, though anyone should appreciate the absurdity of the situations.  I’ll never look at Olympia Dukakis without thinking of her depiction here and the Spam Ambassador piece highlighting an annual party thrown by Spam heir and gay ambassador James Hormel will color my reading of an advance copy of his “Fit to Serve” book I’ve received. The clever dialog and comedic set up throughout the collection leads me to wonder if McWhinny isn’t a David Sedaris in the making for the gay niche of indy comics.

Mchwinny’s art is crisp, open and wonderfully cartoony with the right amount of detail to create a believable stage to place his characters’ antics without visual distraction. Facial expressions are distilled to essential lines and adeptly conveyed to accentuate character traits, individual moments, and to emphasize punch lines. Kudos on making it look so easy! At first I thought I had a small quibble with an occasional rough spot with lettering until I realized the screen resolution I was reading in was 177 percent. The art and lettering are just right at 100 percent so don’t make this mistake. Bigger is not always better, boys!

You can download a preview of Diary of a Catering Whore from iTunes here, be teased a little here and purchase a copy here.

A Waste Of Time

Friday, October 28th, 2011

Rick Worley
Northwest Press
$19.99 136 pages

Review by Joe Palmer

“Foul mouthed, sex obsessed, and misanthropic, Rick is no ordinary cartoon rabbit” reads a line in the promo material neatly tucked in with a copy of A Waste of Time, the latest publication from Northwest Press, from the talented hands of Rick Worley.

Truth be told — and why not if Worley himself is so transparent? — the first time I started to read A Waste of Time I didn’t get more than a few pages before putting the book down. Internally I could feel lovely psychic walls being rapidly thrown up in response, if only because his “lay it out there” attitude is in direct contrast to my diplomacy-as-survival-skill ingrained in me thanks to my screwed up family. But who doesn’t have a history of familial dysfunction? But then I remembered I love Dan Savage for his ability to cut through all the crap like he does. So what was going on? Oh, yeah. The same reaction happened early on when I read Warren Ellis’ Transmetropolitan years and years ago. God, Spider Jerusalem was such a dick, I thought, until I realized that Jerusalem was really a deep down idealist/ romantic and all his bluster and anger was to cover the disillusionment. Well, that was my take on the character and it helped me to understand the character that way to  read and, well, not exactly enjoy, but experience the series. With that in mind I finished the rest of AWoT in one setting. Not that Worley is a Warren Ellis or Dan Savage. And  that’s okay because while he cites the auto bio comics work of R Crumb and Jeffrey Brown for thematic inspiration, Worley has his own voice. Oh dear, the die hard spandex crowd just had a collective wide-eyed stare at those names. Don’t you worry! You can enjoy this book without danger of your superhero lover card being revoked.

What set Worley upon this path of acerbic, unflinching, unapologetic, and hilarious public self-examination? Relationship hell with a man who couldn’t appreciate the simple gifts of a single rose on a pair of occasions over the $300 jeans he wore and couldn’t understand the thrill Worley experienced after receiving a handmade Jeffrey Brown zine. (Granted, you might not have either, but you learn how to give and fake it well in a relationship.)

The cast comprises Rick, a horny cartoon rabbit, and stand in for Worley, with an obsession for twinks; a tiny robot named Rickets; a fox who goes by the nickname Truckstop, and Prester, a cute bear with fundamentalist tendencies. Rick the rabbit pursues one relationship after another with a series of twinks, giving Worley the opportunity to show us a look at gay culture filtered through his sensibilities. As oversexed as Truckstop is, we only hear about it after the deed is done. If you’re wondering about the nickname, he explains he got it after writing a date on a rest stop wall and going back later to have an orgy with 15 guys. You know you’ve wanted to do something like and here’s this cute little cartoon fox on paper who’s beaten you to it! As twisted as Prester and Rickets think Truckstop is, and they do think he is, Prester is just as much if not more. Prester has a thing for man on man on man sex, well, man on robot because it’s with Rickets, but only while drinking and doing enough cocaine “to stun Lindsay Lohan.” The depiction is totally absurd as they drunkenly fumble during sex yet a little hopeful and sad to learn that Rickets is ambivalent in his concern and denial of his own feelings the next moment. And Rickets? To me he seems to be the type of person who just really wants so much to belong with someone in a relationship that it almost doesn’t matter who it is. As unaware of their own choices and feelings as each of the characters can be (isn’t that just like real life?), each of the characters can be surprisingly insightful and supportive of the others.

One of the first strips is titled “My Life in a Pie Chart”. Rick shows Rickets a pie chart that he’s drawn up to figure out how he spends his time. Not surprisingly, a crappy bookstore job takes up the majority, followed by other stuff taking up everything else except for the smallest sliver for making his art. It hit a little too close to home for me. Not that I’m going to share with you the things that would be on my pie chart. My distractions are boring as hell and anyway, this is supposed to be a review. The wordless “Marching to the City” is a charming and bittersweet look at Rickets life telling the story of his relationship with another robot from beginning to end. A scene in which Rickets tries to give his boyfriend a single flower suggests the story reflects elements of Worley’s failed relationship that led to making the strip.

Now about Worley’s use of cute little animals as stand-ins for people. If you’re like me then you pretty much despise cute little animals in pop culture. My evil heart desires to stomp on and mutilate Hello Kitty whether it’s in a store window or adorning a little girl’s back pack as she crosses my path. The only ones I’ve liked till now are Bucky Katt and Satchel. But Worley using these cutesy avatars is a smart idea. It catches the reader unprepared, a bit of cognitive dissonance, like when raunchy and unvarnished truths come spilling out of their mouths.The other reason involves an idea that Scott McCloud put forth in his “Understanding Comics”. In a nutshell, McCloud theorized that the more cartoonish a face is, the easier it is for individual readers to project themselves onto the character and into the comic. A copy of McCloud’s visualization is here , but feel free to read a wordy essay here if you’re so inclined. You’ll want to Google “neotenic” first though. Basically, cartoon animals work like cartoonish faces to let (or maybe trick?) readers into identifying with the characters on a deeper level. Whereas if Worley drew himself in the strip the stories would fully remain his with an additional layer separating the readers. That Worley draws the objects of his lustful eye as real guys and not cartoon animals strangely makes it all the more compelling.

A dozen pages feature figure drawings of partially or completely naked men that Worley had relationships with. The circumstances behind the drawings become integral parts of Rick’s quest for love or at least a damned good fuck. There’s a nice assortment of nudes in the “fine art” sense where they’re simply objects to be looked upon and others that look out to engage the viewer in their little fantasy. They’re quite beautiful, done in a realistic style, and I’d love to see more work like this too. Plus, I love that Worley was able to work in talk about Michelangelo and Caravaggio into his strip. Who am I kidding? I love that he knows Caravaggio, a painter thought to be a bit of a twink-loving bad boy back in Renaissance days when you could be thrown in prison or worse for sodomy.

You lucky Apple addicts can find an iTunes preview. You could read it online at Worley’s website but that would make you a cheap, non-supportive douche, no matter how hot and tempting to Rick Worley your twink ass may be.

Long live debaucherous twinks!

Batwoman #1 & #2

Saturday, October 22nd, 2011

J H Williams III and W Haden Blackman
Dave Stewart
Todd Klein
DC $2.99

Review by Joe Palmer

The new Batwoman series picks up nearly where it left off at the conclusion of the Detective run. Kate has struck out on her own after being led to believe that the twisted Black Alice is her twin sister whom she’d been told had been killed in a terrorist incident. With Black Alice now presumably dead after a dramatic fight, Batwoman now operates without the aid of her father, the retired Colonel, though she’s putting cousin Bette, the formerly colorfully clad Flamebird,through  rigorous sidekick training.

A new threat has come to Gotham, La Llorona or the Weeping Woman. A tall, thin, and beautiful appearance hides her gruesome means of either abducting or drowning children. Detective Maggie Sawyer and the GCPD and Batwoman are on a collision course in their efforts to stop this new threat that is targeting only Latino children. After all, La Llorona is a real Latino legend told to children as a way to make them behave. Not only are Sawyer and Batwoman set to crash, Agent Cameron Chase from the Department of Extranormal Operations has been tasked to learn who Batwoman is and to bring her in. While Colonel Kane is implicated for his coverup of the incident surrounding Black Alice’s death, Chase suspects sawyer to be Gotham’s newest hero. Meanwhile, Kate and an off duty Maggie have their much anticipated first date. Chase and fellow DEO agents are already on the scene of a gruesome gang ambush involving were-creatures connected to a Religion of Crime sect when Sawyer arrives just to have  Chase get all jurisdictional on her. A top a roof, Batwoman observes and smiles at Sawyer, turns down Batman’s offer to join Batman Inc and follows a lead on La Llorona and unwittingly sets herself up for an ambush.

There’s your synopsis. Now for my belated thoughts that you’ve all been waiting to find out!

For a change of pace in comics storytelling, Williams and Blackman make all of the central story characters women: Batwoman/ Kate, Flamebird/ Bette, Sawyer, Chase, and La Llorona, are women. Commissioner Gordon, Batman, DEO Director Mr Bones, and now the Colonel are all secondary. All four women embody the hero, but they come to it from different viewpoints. Batwoman is the outsider as a vigilante who rejects working under Batman, as well as for her once media-hyped sexuality. Batwoman is also acting as a hard nosed mentor and trainer, transmitting her knowledge and military skills to cousin Bette. Whether in or out of costume, which is now quite the opposite of her red and yellow bright as a target palette, Bette is the negotiator and peacemaker. That is unless Kate successfully grinds the humor and empathy out of her or will Kate pay enough attention to Batman’s warning about the sidekick mortality rate to avoid figuratively killing Bette through her spirit? Sawyer upholds the straight and narrow path and the end justifies the means for hard as nails Chase. In the Greg Rucka penned arc in which Black Alice was featured Alice acted as a very twisted shadow self, whether she is indeed Kate’s lost twin or an unrelated woman is less relevant. As for La Llorona, the folktale sources I read indicated that she was a vain woman, spurned by a lover whom she married and sacrificed her own children in a fit of jealousy once she realized her philandering husband cared only for them. How Williams and Blackman interpret any of the folkloric elements into their version will be intriguing, that is, if they do. Hopefully they’ll not descend to obvious clichés about scorned women. After all, this is a book that has looked and should continue to look at things with a skewed eye.

Greg Rucka worked to establish the Religion of Crime and its holy book, the Crime Bible, as a central component to distinguish both Batwoman and former girlfriend Renée Montoya turned masked hero Question from the rest of the Batman related characters since the 52 series of five years ago now. As super hero comics go, they’re not the worst names, but they’ve always annoyed me. The crime sect seems to have taken a back seat for now with only the ambushed dead appearing as a means to to play off Sawyer and Chase. Iwon’t break into tears if the sect recedes more into the background while Williams and Blackman and the onboard Amy Reeder explore and establish other aspects of Kate/ Batwoman and a supporting cast.

Speaking of Renée, the character has survived into the post DCNu, but you knew that already. There is a panel in the first issue scene with Kate waiting to speak to Maggie at her precinct that shows Kate and the background in black and white while a photo of Renee in police uniform is in color. My initial reaction to this was that Renée had died, and merely seeing her photo had drained all color from Kate and the world at that moment. In another panel in issue two Renee as the Question appears with other Batman (presumably Batman Inc) associated characters as an artistic device. In my mind I’d love to see Renee make amends with former girlfriend Dee. Can you tell I have a soft spot for how the two were portrayed before Rucka started her on the anger and alcohol fueled deconstruction that led to the transformation into the Question? Yes, I do.

And that’s as good a segue as I can come up with to the date scene with Kate and Maggie. In the past five years we’ve had glimpses of Kate’s relationships that came after her and Reneé’s breakup. Was one woman named Mallory and another Anna? Rucka must have had reasons for thinking Kate and Maggie could make an interesting pair back when he wrote the pair flirting at one point in the Detective run. The idea of a relationship between the two struck me as full of possibilities though I read one critical comment that it wasn’t very creative to put Gotham’s two most prominent lesbians together when there must be plenty of other women in Gotham for either to date. It’s true, and introducing another woman into Kate’s life could make for interesting situations. However, Williams and Blackman seem to have lots to explore with the two. Kate seems attracted to strong women, and there’s little doubt about Maggie being a strong woman. Thankfully, drawing her smoking cigars (thank you, John Byrne) was abandoned long ago. Kate also seems silly and romantic with Maggie, whose own interest is piqued. Just how Maggie will react should she ever learn that Kate is Batwoman is the fertile ground I think and hope Williams and Blackman will cover.

What can be said about the art?  Williams first came to my attention when he drew the art for Milestone’s Death Wish mini series. His art wasn’t bad at the time though his layouts were very much tied to the conventional formats. Williams continues to challenge and raise the bar for himself with his compositions and he’s clearly having fun doing it. Each page is a visual delight and I’ve found myself looking at some pages over and over and being intrigued by the details each time. How many artists would take a minute to differentiate girl’s fingers by drawing stickers on each nail? That the girl is one of La Llorona’s victims makes this simple detail all the more poignant. The book would be stylish on its own with the art reproduced in black and white. Thankfully, Dave Stewart’s considerable talents and skills as a color artist complete the sublime visual feast. One minor note that I may be wrong about, and isn’t a detraction. In these two issues Kate’s skin tone seems to be as pale as when she is in uniform. I’ll have to look through the Detective stories to see if my perception of Kate not being colored as equally pale is accurate. If not, it may be simple stylistic change rather than some subtle clue about Kate’s mental and emotional states. It almost certainly isn’t a coloring mistake. Todd Klein brings his always consummate lettering expertise to finish the package. This trio are at the top of their respective games and even if the quality and creativity plateau here, it will be difficult for this reviewer not to be redundant in commenting. Will descriptives like inventive, striking, atmospheric, and gold standard become synonymous with Williams and Stewart?

Batwoman’s had a problematic history since her reimagination in 2006. Devin Grayson was given the character to research and flesh out and then indirectly dismissed from the project, and the character seemed abandoned till given to Greg Rucka who shepherded Kate through a run in Detective before leaving. Then the series promised for a February release was inexplicably pushed back to September. Now things seem to be off to a promising start again and I’ll be excitedly anticipating it every month.

Stormwatch #1 & 2

Friday, October 14th, 2011

Paul Cornell
Miguel Sepulveda & Al Barrionuevo
Allen Passalaqua (#1) and Alex  Sinclair (#2) – Colorists
DC $2.99

Review by Joe Palmer

A little over a year ago when news broke about Wildstomr being shut down I was ambivalent. It was clear that no one knew how to write or what to do with staple titles like The Authority, Gen 13, and Wildcats. And the prospect of Apollo and Midnighter shuffling off into LGBT character limbo didn’t make me happy either, even if they’d been so badly written in the past few years that they didn’t create the same excitement as they did when I first encountered them. Head honchos Didio and Lee said characters from some of the books would be seen again but how many times have you heard a publisher or editor say that? Exactly.

“I’ll be damned!” was my thought after learning that they were being honest this time. So Apollo and Midnighter and other former Authority members are back, but not under the Authority name, and that may be for the better. If comic book characters need to rest after becoming radioactive (was it Busiek who said that?) then so can a title. But is the book any good? I’ll give you an enthusiastic yes, and here’s why.

There’s a mix of old and new characters. Gone for now at least from Authority’s original roster is Swift. The most obvious addition is Martian Manhunter, who we learn has connections still to the Justice League, only not as a founding member. “…when [he] needs to be a warrior [he] does it with Stormwatch.” Then we have Adam 1, who was ancient at the dawn of time and is aging backwards, retaining all his memories which can sometimes create flashbacks that alter his perception of time. The Projectionist is a woman with the ability to manipulate media and therefore can affect people’s actions such as leading the Justice League International to think a D list villain is responsible for the latest threat Stormwatch faces. This capability potentially sets up Stormwatch as very powerful group in its own right. Cornell sets up a mystery involving the Martian Manhunter when he lets us know the Projectionist also maintains Stormwatch’s cover from the JLA. Just how did J’onn discover Stormwatch and why did he decide to keep this knowledge from his other team? The Projectionist seems to share a penchant for drugs the red-haired Doctor from The Authority. Or maybe she uses them in a way to disconnect herself as I recall the Doctor did. Rounding out the new characters is Harry Tanner, the Eminence of Blades,or as the Engineer states: the “greatest swordsman in history” and “the Prince of Lies” because his greatest power is that of misdirection. Cornell doesn’t just tell us this. He shows it in a pivotal scene that I’ll touch on in a bit.

Cornell keeps the interest up by switching the action and intrigue between two simultaneous events, one literally on street level in the dark Moscow alleys as several members track down the elusive and reluctant Apollo to persuade him to join Stormwatch, while the other cuts back and forth between most of the other members on the Eye of the Storm headquarters floating in hyperspace monitoring troubling activity on the moon where Tanner has teleported to check things out first hand. As efforts by Hawksmoor, Projectionist, and J’onn to recruit Apollo stall, thanks in part to the unexpected appeareance of the Midnighter (who manages to deck the Martian Manhunter, a bit like Batman getting a jab in at Superman), Engineer and Jennie transport to the lunar surface because Tanner has disappeared. He’s actually fallen through the surface and has been having a little tête à tête with the self-described “scourge of worlds”, a giant sort of sentient non-green Emerald Eye, whose mission is to make the world stronger through devastation. It decides to make Tanner its host body, but Tanner has his own self-serving agenda that motivates him to ambush the entity. Remember, his greatest power is misdirection, and while Cornell makes this an obvious example I began to wonder if he’s setting up a future story line by creating friction between the Engineer and Adam 1. And so what that Tanner’s actions set off the first wave of meteorites smashing into earth that the cosmic entity had ready for its own course of devastation? That’s what Stormwatch on the ground has to deal with! But are Jack Hawksmoor, the Projectionist, J’onn, and Adam 1 up to the threat? And will Apollo help? And what is Midnighter going to do? Will he meet his match with a telepathic Martian?

Other questions are left to be answered in future issues. What connections does Cornell’s other book, Demon Knights, have with the centuries old Stormwatch? Now that he’s found “the one partner [he] wants to work with”, how will Midnighter react if Apollo joins Stormwatch?  After having the pleasure of all too briefly talking with Cornell after Andy Mangels’ Gays in Comics panel I believe he’s committed to showing their relationship begin and grow, but how will it play out? Will there be a confrontation between Adam 1 and the Engineer for control of Stormwatch? Or is it a red herring? And do Midnighter’s spiked shoulder pads a bitover the top or just a cover for the fact that he’s really just a huggable bear under that armor?

Miguel Sepulveda and Al Barrionuevo bring their drawing skills to Cornell’s scripts and and what incredible work they bring! Mongolian Death Worm faux pas aside, mind. Parts of Sepulveda’s work in issue #1 look a little rushed while the outer space scenes in both parts is gorgeous. Barrionuevo worked on some issues of the last Authority volume and I found his work very exciting then as I do now with his earth-side scenes. With a few exceptions, most of the panel layouts subtly contribute to the wide format thanks to a horizontal configuration. For the most part the characters look integrated into settings and backgrounds. The one exception to my eye is the opening Moscow sequence in which the figures seem somewhat disconnected from the alley location. Both Passalaqua and Sinclair are integral to completing the cinematic feeling with their skillful special effects coloring.

Over a decade ago Warren Ellis and Bryan Hitch made The Authority exciting by creating an action packed wide screen feeling on the printed page. They left to be replaced by Mark Millar and Frank Quitely, and so on and so on until the characters became…what? Nearly regrettable I think. But the past is past – not that I want to slight Ellis and Hitch. Cornell and artist Miguel Sepulveda along with Al Barrionuevo are creating their own summer blockbuster ambience here and it’s starting to feel good again!

Aron Warner’s Pariah #1 & 2

Thursday, October 6th, 2011

Aron Warner & Philip Gelatt
Brett Weldele
Sea Lion Books $3.99

Review by Joe Palmer

Imagine it’s the year 2025. Only a few years away so it shouldn’t be too difficult. Believe it or not, iPads will one day be a charming and antiquated memory. Maybe the Smithsonian will even have one on display. That is if they’ve not been forgotten entirely. All you have to do is look around you to know that technology changes at a quicker and quicker pace, lending support, one could say, to Terrence McKenna’s Novelty Theory and Timewave Zero. it is we humans who change much more slowly.

Most of the time.

In Warner, Gelatt, and Weldele’s Pariah it is the year 2025. Advances have been made in areas like technology and medicine but people’s lives are still ruled by mundane routines and concerns, with one notable exception. Thanks to an unexpected side effect of an  experimental in vitro drug, “Vitros” are born to ordinary mothers. Vitros are indistinguishable from you and me except for one trait that they all have in common: they all developed rapidly increasing intelligence, and thus they became viewed as “other” by the majority. Now in their teens, the Vitros number several hundred across the world. Some, like Brent Marks. try to lead normal lives while others are working on cutting edge R & D on weapons and space technology for the federally funded Marinus Laboratories. Then one day an  explosion occurs in Marinus Labs’ Building 28 where the Vitros conduct research. A deadly virus that starts killing the non-Vitro population is released into the air, followed by an explosion. The unease that has existed for the past few years turns to tension and outright fear as governments declare Vitros to be terrorists and things quickly deterioriate.

There you have the premise of Pariah. Of course a good story is more than a good plot. You need characters that capture the reader’s attention, and with comics an artist to bring it all to life is requisite. We have characters that are sympathetic, engaging, flawed, and somewhat atypical with the aforementioned Brent Marks in issue one and Lila Ellerman in the second. Despite his advanced intellect, Brent very much wants to live a normal life with normal parents in a normal home and be seen as average by the people in his world. He lives at home, a word he admits holds little meaning, not because he doesn’t yearn for the feelings a home engenders, but his parents just make it an impossible wish. They can’t relate to their son – the only thing they seem to relate to is their television which Brent laments is constantly turned on. That certainly seems true as the relationship between people and TV changed from fascination for novelty’s sake to mind-numbing agent. Brent goes to high school though it appears he’s more instructor than student.  As smart as he is — and he is because at night while his parents sleep he secretly works on constructing an advanced deep space craft because he can — Brent doesn’t have a lot of everyday common sense and he’s just like most other teenaged boys when it comes to understanding girls and getting his heart trampled by one whom he wonders if she’s interested in him. Ironically it’s an idea he’s tossed out in class that interests her. He might be flattered until realizing she sees him only as a Vitro. And the day after the Marinus Labs explosion he returns to school because he can’t think of any other options. Bad idea. His overwhelming desire for normalcy doesn’t prepare him for the hostile reactions he encounters, igniting both fight and flight instincts that affect his judgment ending in his capture by a special ops team. Yes, Brent Marks is incredibly smart, but he’s also very human in ways that he didn’t know.

On the other hand, Lila doesn’t want a normal life. She’s proud to be a Vitro working at Marinus and tentatively happy with wondering whether she has a relationship with Brandon or not. Well, till the day of the explosion. A flashback to the fateful day of the gaseous viral release gives us a different viewpoint while bringing up questions. Horror dominates the faces of Lila and the other Vitros as they witness one of their own dying from the virus before their eyes. Questions arise when some fast hacking reveals it was a biological weapon tied to a project supposedly under Lila’s direction. It’s a cold hard slap in their collective faces. Now she and other Marinus Vitros are hiding out in the Bitterroot Forest in Montana, only a scant 20 miles from the labs. Warner and Gelatt zig zag around reader assumptions by making Lila the de facto leader as the otherwise all male group falls into disarray after their hasty exodus from the highly structured routines of Marinus. She knows how to work the kids without tipping her hand unless it’s a necessary tactic to shout down dissent from “scrawny, douchehat” Sam. All her efforts to protect herself and her fellow Vitros are futile when they’re discovered by a well dressed and inscrutable teen identifying himself as a Vitro. The day would be bad enough with his message so vague it would make the Oracle of Delphi proud, but the camp is raided by a black ops team less than five minutes after the mysterious stranger disappears. What’s Lila going to do now? We’ll have to wait to learn what happens with Brent, Lila and the her group because the next issue highlights Vitro obert Maudsley, whom some think is a sociopath. One one hand I hate to wait but at the same time I appreciate the decision to focus on a single character per issue.

A thought occurred to me during and after reading Pariah. How did Neanderthal people view and interact with early modern humans (the former Cro Magnon) and later,more evolved Homo Sapiens? Was there peaceful co-existence? Inter-species breeding? Did they view their modern day relatives as higher beings to be worshipped or as mentors? Were Neanderthals distant and wary? What new rationalizations were invented to demonize the other group? Who waged war on who? Is historical humankind’s fear of the other a throwback relic hardwired into the brain since primitive man lived? Will Vitro and non-Vitro find a way to peacefully coexist and if they don’t, which group will be successful in defending themselves?  An interesting note: so far Gelatt has avoided giving either the Vitros or the general population derogatory words to call each other. The Vitros don’t even have a slang word for the majority, which makes it a bit awkward for me as I try to avoid using “human” or “normal” solely to describe the non-Vitros. Being a gay man, or having another gender identity besides straight, you learn fairly quickly how subjective normal  can be.

An argument could be made for comparison of the Vitros to Marvel’s mutant characters, but I’d rather not. I find Warner’s concept and the overall execution from partners Gelatt and Weldele more compelling and fresh. It’s been many years since I grew tired with the continuing exploitational glut by Marvel of its X franchise and its repetitious cycles of event inspired drama. Here with Pariah the limited number of Vitro characters all share one attribute that sets them apart from the world at large, a much more plausible concept. Decades ago, 1967 to be exact, when the X-Men first came to my attention their numbers were small. Since then Marvel’s mutant population, each with a different variation, grew to the extent that at one point a small nation was founded, and the number will grow again if the events of its House of M are undone in the wake of Scarlet Witch’s return.

While to date none of the characters are LGBT, the metaphor of the “Other” and the struggles that disenfranchised minorities go through in order to find and make a place in society is central to Pariah. Gelatt shares an insight through a bit of internal monologue with Brent when he thinks how Vitros only reveal a small percent of their intelligence to the world at large, as if they are trying to call less attention to themselves. Downplaying their mental capacities isn’t exactlypassing as gay people can do or as some light complexioned African Americans did at one time, but it does seem Vitros make an effort to present themselves in a less intimidating light. So do you try to assimilate as Brent does trying to live a regular teen’s life in Akron or are you a separatist, as Lila represents, living apart in a “ghetto” like the Vitros who worked at Marinus? Does it even matter at all when the government comes to take you? Not to be overlooked is the fact that Vitros were born to mothers who were, in a pre-Vitro sense, normal, as  LGBT people are born to parents who are straight, much to the dismay and denial of conservatives and the devoutly religious.

Brett Weldele’s art first came to my attention with The Surrogates published by Top Shelf  some years back. Never mind the movie version that starred Bruce Willis unless Willis is one of your guilty pleasures. Weldele’s unmistakable style is at once sketchy, graphic, and dynamic. Working as colorist Weldele completes it with a textural, emotive and painterly palette. His work can also be seen in the recent Spontaneous mini series which will be collected in a couple months from Oni. Grab a look at Weldele’s work over at his site.

Like The Surrogates before it, Pariah has the sensibilites of a movie all over. Get in on the excitement now because it’d be a shame if Justin Bieber were miscast as Brent Marks!

Is your curiosity piqued? Go visit the Pariah website!
Visit Sea Lion Books website where copies of Pariah # 1 – 3 are available for purchase if you can’t find them at your comic shop.

Wonder Woman #1

Monday, September 26th, 2011

Brian Azzarello
Cliff Chiang
DC $2.99

Review by Joe Palmer

I avoid Wonder Woman. That isn’t true. I try to avoid reading comments about Wonder Woman from fanboys because there’s a good chance they include something about “the true Wonder Woman”, complaints, snark, why isn’t she with Steve Trevor, or plain outrage over almost anything you can imagine. When I want to experience people being upset, however much I believe a person is entitled to opinions as any reviewer is to hers or his  thoughts, like those expressed in Michael “Lethally Blonde” Troy’s review here, I can visit my mother in her retirement complex across town and get a big dose from the women in her building. I understand life is short. Your dog puked on your favorite shoes. Your man done you wrong. You can’t get up or get it up like you used to (or you dread the prospect of this in your future). Your mother doesn’t like your boyfriend and she snipes about him every chance she gets because she just wants you to be happy, which means she wants you to move back home. Someone done effed up your Wonder Woman. Again. “Horrors!” as my high school art teacher, the eccentric and talented Mrs. Wyneken used to say.

Except Wonder Woman isn’t just yours alone.

In a roundabout way that  brings me to the TV series with Lynda Carter. Many Wonder Woman readers watched the show when they were younger. I certainly did, and liked it when it originally aired, but being about 15 at the time I didn’t twirl. A gay boy in hiding could get beat up for that back then. The boxed sets may be prized possessions, a holy book in digitized motion. For all the enjoyment and inspiration that may have come from watching the series, I often wonder if what sometimes seems to me a slavish devotion to Carter’s portrayal of Wonder Woman isn’t a hurdle for contemporary comic book writers to overcome, unknowingly put in their paths. Carter’s Wonder Woman is so shiny, smart, perfect, and perky! Plus she can flirt with Steve Trevor and beat the villain in under an hour! Perfect distillation of an Americanized ideal.

So that’s why the relaunch of Wonder Woman set my nerves on edge. Something always seems to be done wrong, unless it’s involves someone’s favorite phase of Diana. Depowered and sporting a white jump suit complete with token mysterious Asian sidekick? Check! The Twelve Labors of Wonder Woman to be readmitted in the JLA with Ric Estrada’s barely tolerable art? Check! Diana’s days at Taco Whiz? Check! George Perez’s reinterpretation? I’ll give you that because it was damn good, but let’s not overlook the fact that Karen Berger was his editor.

Not that writers, editors, and publishers haven’t failed in small and large ways in portraying the character either. They have and I could list incidents where I think this is true and compare lists for days with other fans. That said, I think Azzarello and Chiang are off to a damned fine start with this issue. Let me clarify that I use “fine” in its original meaning indicating something of high quality, not the slang sense of dismissiveness.

From the first page Azzarello throws the reader into a story filled with mystery, danger, action, and an ominous sense of things about to occur. Gods walk the earth, and unlike previous depictions in Wonder Woman’s history, they are not, for the most part so far, benevolent by nature. Humans and animals are playthings and tools. For Apollo a trio of young and beautiful women become a means of oracular divination, their lives to be discarded at sunrise. Hera beheads a pair of horses in order to create centaurs to do her bidding. In one very particular case in which Azzarello’s story hinges on for now, a woman named Zola is a sexual diversion and vessel for an unborn demi-god. If the baby name sites I checked are correct, “Zola” means lump or mound of earth in Italian. I don’t know if the name any significance though Azzarello could just as easily named her Beth or Jill. Is it any wonder Hera is angry at Zeus for yet another glaring incident of infidelity? She hated Hercules from the moment she discovered the lie about Zeus’s story while breastfeeding the infant. In her eyes she’s perfectly justified in wanting to hunt down and kill this mortal woman and her fetus. And just where is Zeus while all of this goes down? According to the oracles he doesn’t exist yet. But how could he have impregnated Zola in the recent past if he doesn’t exist at the end of the issue? Could he be planning to incarnate as Zola’s child? Or will this child, perhaps springing forth fully grown as some gods did, become a rival to Diana?

Speaking of Diana, there’s a fair amount of discussion (not as much as there has been about Starfire and Catwoman though) about whether showing her sleeping in the nude was for cheap titilation. My take on it is that Diana is an Amazon, a people who, in past iterations, were largely cut off by choice from the rest of the world and other customs and beliefs. The ancient Greeks were a lot more comfortable with the nude body than many cultures are today. Hello! Wrestling in the nude! Sleeping in the nude doesn’t stretch my imagination considering that, even if the idea of Lynda Carter’s version doing so is inconceivable. But that’s conjecture on my part. Chiang  could just as easily have drawn Diana tantalizingly in the panel at bottom left on page 11 instead of having her wrap the sheet around her body after getting out of bed. Unless future scenes prove otherwise, this seems like a non-controversy to me.

On to another topic that seems to get a faction of fans going: the costume. It doesn’t thrill me and at the same time I don’t hate it. If a character is supposed to be an Amazonian warrior then she might wear something more practical instead of a Vogue couture piece as Michael wants to see Diana in. Just my opinion. In  the past I’ve been figuratively slapped down over my opinion of functional costumes, so slap away again if you like. At least these Amazons haven’t cut off a breast as legend has it. Kudos to Chiang and everyone else involved in the decision to cover up Diana compared to how revealing her last costume was often drawn. You don’t want to lose focus  trading blows with Giganta by getting a thong wedgie.

Back to the depictions of the gods here. As mentioned above, these beings aren’t benevolent toward humans. Neither are they depicted as shiny, nicely coiffed, and wearing spotless white and gold chiton’s and eating grapes and figs while looking down from Mount Olympus. The change in direction with the gods reminded me of Karen Armstrong’s book “The Great Transformation” and how people adapted their specific religions over time and because of circumstances. For example, she writes on page 61 of the Greeks:

“But the thirteenth century crisis had shattered the old faith. The Greeks had watched their world collapse, and the trauma had changed them. The Minoan frescoes had been confident and luminous; the men, women, and animals depicted had been expectant and hopeful. There were apparitions of goddesses in flowery meadows, dancing, and joy. But by the ninth century, Greek religion was pessimistic and uncanny, its gods dangerous, cruel and arbitrary.

Or consider this passage about Hera on page 65: “The Greeks were haunted by images of violence and disaster. The Olympians were not merely cruel to human beings; they could also  persecute and maim one another. Hera, wife of Zeus, for example, was so disgusted by her crippled son, Hephaestus, when he was born that she flung him down to earth. A savage, angry deity, she relentlessly hounded the children born of her husband’s illicit amours. She plotted with the Titans to kill Dionysus, son of Zeus by the mortal woman Semele, and eventually made him insane…In Greece it was a lethal battleground, and Hera, goddess of marriage, showed that the most basic relationship could inspire murderous, cruel emotions. Her cult was pervaded by guilt, terror, and profound anxiety.”

They aren’t the deities we’ve seen for the longest time in Wonder Woman, are they? Not that I think Armstrong’s book is mandatory reading for Wonder Woman. I only wanted to show that there is indeed historical precedence for Azzarello’s take on the Greek Pantheon. Chiang captures their brutality and other-worldliness perfectly.

Perez made Diana seem fresh and she’s been assertive and confident ever since in a way that she didn’t seem pre-Crisis. Azzarello does so again in his own way. When his Diana speaks, it’s to the point which makes her seem almost like a talking head in the hands of some previous writers. Not that I didn’t enjoy  many of those stories (excluding John Byrne, king of exposition). Likewise, Chiang visually conveys Diana’s decisiveness, beauty, and physicality. His fight scene with the centaurs has a real, rapid fire sense of motion and danger with Diana hanging by her legs from the neck of one of Hera’s mad horse-men.

True, only one issue is out, but if Azzarello and Chiang keep up this level of excitement and intrigue I think we’ll have a winner.

The Raft & Other Stories

Friday, September 23rd, 2011

Ragnar Brynjúlfsson
$14.95
Self Published

Review by Joe Palmer

The Raft and Other Stories is a collection of five pieces spanning a decade from Icelandic cartoonist Ragnar Brynjúlfsson. “The Raft” and “Tim”, by far the longest stories, serve as bookends for three short works placed between them. These two long stories also share the theme of love between two pairs of young best friends.

In Brynjúlfsson’s opening story “The Raft”, Nathan and Devon are the best of friends. Together they’ve secretly built a raft and plan an adventure to sail to a nearby island and provisioned it with food and wine stolen from Devon’s mother. But each of the boys has a secret. For Nathan it’s that he intends to confess his love to Nathan. So he’s noticeably upset in typical teen fashion when he learns that Devon’s surprise is Janet, a girl that Devon has fallen for, or at least his hormones have. Nathan might have decided in his fit of pique to storm back home for a good long sulk, but Brynjúlfsson takes another route with Nathan jumping on board at the last moment. It’s a far better choice as what follows is a very intriguing exploration of relationships between the trio. Surprisingly Nathan warms up to Janet and accepts her on friendly terms rather than as a rival, much to her benefit at a later point when an accident occurs.

Other surprises abound as well. In two back to back seqeunces Brynjúlfsson explores the dichotomy of public and private acts. In the first one Nathan becomes justifiably confused by an unexpected act that Devon initiates in front of Janet, yet it’s one long wished for by Nathan. It just isn’t playing out the way that he dreamt it would all this time. This is followed by a scene between just the two boys in which an intimate suggestion is tentatively put forward by Nathan. Based on Devon’s prior boldness one would think it’s a logical progression, but once again something else happens. Without Janet’s presence as a sort of homo-safe buffer (she’s retreated into the makeshift cabin) means the act would be real and not some display. Nathan hides the disappointment well unlike Devon who earns a bruised ego after misinterpreting an expression on Janet’s face. Turnabout can be such fair play!

What is truly beautiful about their brief sailing adventure is how Brynjúlfsson brings Nathan out of his fantasy world inhabited only by the notion of an idealized relationship between he and Devon and to the realization and gracious acceptance that their mutual friendship with quasi-romantic undertones for the gift that it is. I quite enjoyed this story. Well, more than that. It’s my favorite of the bunch here!

Brynjúlfsson’s “The Pillow Method” has nothing to do with this “Pillow Method” as a tool for building empathy or, thank you, Jesus, anything in common with this pillow method!  Rather, it’s a tongue in cheek approach for people facing the dilemma of making a difficult choice. Don’t try this at home, folks! In this case, young Rod can’t decide if he’s gay, bi, straight, or any number of other possibilities swimming around his head. Thankfully Rod comes to a realization before suffering the consequences.

The consequences of sacrificing oneself in a desperate situation is explored in the short story “Kamikaze”. Teenaged Nanahara knows his time is nearly up as the Japanese Imperial Army conscripts teen boys to fight in the waning days of World War II. Thanks to the unrequited love of another boy (and friend) who volunteers, Nanahara makes good on his escape. This five paged story is so packed full of emotion and elegantly told that I found myself wanting to know more about this pair of boys living in a small village. How did the younger, nameless boy fall in love with Nanahara? Did Nanahara have any idea the other boy loved him? Was he able to make it to the north as he planned? Such unanswered questions aren’t necessarily a liability in storytelling. Instead I see them as an asset, much like a film whose ending leaves the viewer left pondering and perhaps deciding the fate of its main characters on their own. Since my first reading I’ve thought about what life would have been like before this fateful day. It certainly is welcome to have a writer touch on homosexuality in other cultures, especially Japan in this instance as I’ve long been interested how homosexual relationships fit into its society before and after the Meiji Restoration during the latter half of the 19th century as the nation began to find its place in a post-isolationist world. I’ve no idea where this story falls chronologically amongst his other work, but it wouldn’t surprise me if this story was pivotal in Brynjúlfsson’s evolution.

Of all the stories only one did not succeed for me. This was one of the short pieces, “Haul”, a surreal recounting of a father trying to save his family who are clinging to life from a rope he’s thrown over the mountain edge. It may well be my differences in senses of irony and humor at work here.

A beautiful and romantic moonlit sequence revealing young Tim playfully trying to catch best friend Luke’s attention opens the self-titled “Tim” as the closing story. Alas, it’s only a dream in lovelorn Tim’s mind. In real life Tim and Luke are indeed best friends who often go on tagging adventures together. After one of these exploits that Tim works up the courage to tell Luke he’s gay which leads to both expected and unexpected reactions from Luke. Quite a nice touch here as it all seems very natural on both boys’ parts. There’s no time for either to really process the changes as the boys set off by train to meet Tim’s errant father who seems most comfortable with sailing and drinking rather than being a family man tied to the land. Brynjúlfsson makes Tim more fully rounded by having him love and miss his father and at the same time be realistic about his father’s alcoholism. Compare this to his mother who would prefer Tim have nothing to do with the man. Boys will be boys. So they devise a plan for their biggest tagging enterprise to date and then put it into action when Tim’s dad passes out drunk. Tension runs high when the boys are nearly caught and arrested by local police; the adrenaline rush lifting their spirits all the way back to Tim’s father’s boat at the docks. But is it simply adrenaline and teenaged hormone levels serving as pretext for Luke’s fumbling and playful wrestling around or is it the beginnings of mutual interest? Perhaps the answer is the latter, at least I want to believe so. Brynjúlfsson appropriately ends the story as it began, with an intimate dream sequence of the boys. Only this time they are in each other’s arms while it gently rains.

Art wise there are two different styles at work here. One makes use of thick line work and stylized heads and likely influenced by his animation work, which is alluded to on the back cover. The other method has thinner line work with rounded faces though he’s enjoying some individual artistic mannerisms here and there, as with eyes for example. Not in a Cubist Picasso sense, mind, because it all melds together very nicely.

The Raft & Other Stories has some touching stories that captured my attention and should most appeal to the American comics reader with indy sensibilities.

Visit Ragnar’s website, Queer Tales. Copies of the book can be purchased on Create Space  or on Amazon.

My friend François has also reviewed this book and given what may or may not be a different take. I make it a practice not to read his reviews of a book while I write mine.