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Friday, October 28, 2005

Paris = Love

Either my head was lodged in some dark, dreary place or I wasn't reading enough comic news, but I didn't hear too much about Andi Watson's Paris until this week. Because our local shop sucks on many fronts, I didn't think that it would be in stock. Dylan graciously offered to look for it while he picked up his books. I was happy, overjoyed, and I even kinda danced a bit when he brought it hand in fist for my devouring.

Paris Andi Watson and Simon Gane, SLG, $2.95
The Art: Wow. The detail and nods to classic art floored me. His style is very boxy and unique. I'm sad to say I haven't seen any of Simon Gane's work before, but I am now a fan.
The Story: So far there is a cool, hip American girl (Juliet) who embodies all that's bohemian and admirable about art students. You've got the swoon-worthy Paris backdrop. And she is commissioned to do a portrait of a rich but interesting girl (Deborah). Apparently there is promise of a lesbian love story. I'm hooked.
The Writing: Andi Watson is the man. 'Nuff said. And I totally appreciated the back page glossary which translated some French words used and the art pieces referenced in the pages.
The Summary: Go buy it. And then tell him yourself how much you loved it. And as an added bonus, you'll see his posted preview of the #3 cover.

Monday, October 17, 2005

Neato

Being incredibly bored as I usually am at work, I just hopped on Myspace (beware: it is time-suckage gone ugly). Upon logon, I saw a bulletin that Corey Lewis posted which informed everyone he put new content on his Myspace page. Which he did do. And included in this new content is a quote from the review I posted on Peng. Neat. I'm glad the good word got back to him because I did, and still do, enjoy the crap out of his comic.

And on this note, if you haven't read Peng yet you deserved to be spanked with a wet noodle. And don't come looking here for said spanking. You are now officially left to your own devices on that one.

Monday, October 10, 2005

Cerebus: Book Seven

Ah, Flight. The beginning of the second half of the "longest sustained narrative" in comics. In some ways, a return to form after Jaka's Story and Melmoth. The beginning of a long, dense storyline (Mothers & Daughters) that will run monthly for four years, comparable in size and ambition to Church & State; and in some ways, a response to Church & State. This is also the point where Dave Sim's personal politics start bubbling to the surface of the story, but we won't see the full effects of that until two books later, in Reads, and the infamous issue #186.

Right off the bat, we're back in the action in Flight, with Cerebus continuing his escape from the Cirinists, through the Lower City of Iest, a bloody fight in the streets in full view of his former papal subjects. But this isn't a straight-up action sequence; interspersed between the scenes of carnage are reminders of old plot threads from the first book: magical artifacts and creatures that crossed Cerebus' path in the early days are shown to be dissolving, disappering, and behaving in odd ways. The demon Khem vanishes, the Pict tribe's Aardvark statue is mysteriously restored, and Death, who watched Cerebus from afar at one point, is told by the Judge that he is not, in fact, Death, and promptly vanishes. Magical entities and objects across the continent are reacting to...what exactly?

Well, the Roach (in his most previous incarnation as normalroach, all lowercase please) feels this too, and has a rare moment of self-awareness before becoming Punisherroach, complete with two semi-automatic crossbows.

The peak of conflict between Cerebus and the Cirinist sodiers (with the citizens of the Lower City watching and chanting his name) is somewhat anticlimactic: Cerebus declares that he has returned to retake his position as Pope, and that Tarim commands vengenace on tHe Cirinists. The few citizens who take up arms at this pronouncement are quickly slaughtered, however, leaving Cerebus' anger a little deflated. The Cirinists get ready to take him out with a well-placed crossbow shot, but at the last second, Cerebus simply....disappears.

And finds himself in the Seventh Sphere, a magical realm he's visited several times before, where he's had conversations with the Illusionist Suentues Po. Their discussions are heavily-weighted to Po's musings on the history and current affairs of Iest and it's surroundings, especially as related to the major factions vying for it's control (the Cirinists, Astoria's upstart Kevillists, the shadowy Illusionists, and the other, more pedestrian politcal factions).

But things are different this time, and Cerebus finds himself penetrating through layers of increasingly desperate attempts at deception from Po's impersonator. Tiring of the games, he decides to head "up"...straight up through the astral Seventh Sphere, against the false Po's persuasion and the increasing magical force, until he arrives at the Eight Sphere, where he meets Po face-to-astral face for the first time.

Po is the rumoured third Aardvark (along with Cerebus and Cirin), and he's very, very interested in what's going to happen with Cerebus taking active action against the ruling power of the Cirinists. They continue their discussion (mostly Po lecturing) over a game of chess on a massive chess board, which Cerebus loses quite quickly. Po returns him to the Seventh Sphere, where he plummets back to the physical world....but not before appearing as a brief vision before Cirin, and the still-imprisoned Astoria.

Most of this book is wrapping up old loose ends, and preparing for the coming conflicts in the next book, Women. Not to say that this book is uneventful or slow though, in fact, it's anything but. There are so many characters and scenes played out across this book that it can at times feel jam packed with information. There's this pacing technique that's used a few times, where several scenes play out concurrently, one panel at a time. There might be four panels on a page, each panel relating to a different scene entirely, and each separate scene might only use a panel every 2-3 pages. It's an imaginative method of stroytelling, and it works seamlessly here, assuming you know the characters going in. Of course, the first time I read this book, I didn't have a clue, but I still managed to muddle through.

The real action of Mothers & Daughters takes place in Women. This is where I started with Cerebus, so it holds some sentimental value for me, and it's also the last chance to read a full book of Cerebus without having to deal with Sim's....well, idiosyncracies is a polite way to put it. See you next time.

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Read It and Weep

Making the trek over the Richmond bridge made me realize how I am really going to miss Comic Relief in Berkeley when we move to Seattle in December. As one can assume, I brought home many treasures from this gem of a store, but here are my highlights:

PENG! By Corey "Reyyy" Lewis, Oni Press, $4.95
If Rey's world of kickball doesn't get your blood-pumping you must be a cyborg or something. He captures the excitement and competition and spirit of the game and drew me into his fantastic world. My general beef with most "exciting" stories is that the artist relies on really big panels with too many things going on, which can make a page look absurd and crazy and make me throw the book across the room in disgust. Thankfully Corey executed his story perfectly by keeping it clean and easy to read, but still fun as hell to read. Additionally, cameos by Scott Pilgrim and Sharknife were fun and unexpected.

Odds Off by Matt Madden, Highwater Books, $14.95
File this one as an "oldie but goodie" since it was published in 2000. That being said, there is nothing that dates this book or makes it feel antiquated. The one thing that I really do love about Matt is that his art is refreshingly simple but still very interesting. My confession is that I initially was interested in this story because one of the characters is a total Francophile, which I can sort of relate to. If I were to summarize this book, it would read like one of those boring romantic comics. But to defend my enjoyment of the story, the ending is surprising and the characters are complicated and flawed and not all that likable.

Salamander Dream by Hope Larson, AdHouse Books, $15
I initially started liking Hope because of her immense artistic abilities (I saw her work in Flight). But then I started following the story of Salamander Dream on the website she shares with Kean Soo (http://www.secretfriendsociety.com) and I became hooked. So when I picked up the book, I knew what to expect. But the reason why I love the book so much is kind of unique. The printing resonated some of the reasons why I love the story so much: it captured the whimsy and magic that only a great youth story brings. The ink choices and paper combined made this smallish book worth the price without a doubt.