The Complete Creator Collection, No.4: Bernard Krigstein: the Complete Atlas Stories review

The Complete Creator Collection, No.4: Bernard Krigstein: the Complete Atlas Stories. Seattle: Fantagraphics, 2026. 358pp, $125

Review by Paul Buhle

It should be noted from the outset that “The Complete Atlas Stories” follows the publication of a series of Bernard Krigstein’s  collected works by Fantagraphics: The Outsider, The Master Race and Messages in a Bottle. The second, featuring Krigstein’s famous 8-page tale of revenge against a Nazi war criminal, published in 1955, contains his work for EC that will remain for many his masterpiece. But everything done by the artist is worth pondering as a vital part of comics history and, indeed, US art history. That Krigstein’s work continues to reappear is a remarkable thing, if still somewhat beyond the range of the emerging comic scholarship.

We live, more generally, in a moment of comic art—its scholarship as well as its ongoing creation— that devotees from two generations ago could not have conceived. The survey Comic Studies: a Guidebook, published in 2020 and now very much out of date, offers a mere glimpse at the enterprise, now deeply embedded within academic life as much as the printed page, with learned journals, graduate studies and a couple of dozen university presses offering books about individual artists, trends and so on.

The age of the devotee or non-academic scholar would seem to be passed, but this judgment may be too early and too limited. The critics and reviewers who write for the on-line publications may hold university positions, be themselves graduate students or undergraduates, but a fascination with the form outpaces their credentials. Or so it seems to me, an academic and former Left magazine publisher who fell into publishing Radical America Komiks (1969) as a very successful one-shot, as much for the antiwar politics as for the art or for the always-shaky finances of the magazine.

From Master Race, March, 1955.

Greg Sadowski’s biography of Bernard Krigstein, B.Krigstein (2002) is a work of devotion, one of the finest of any comic artist. It brings back to life the achievements of an artist who had been largely remembered for a single and unique post-Holocaust subway story. Master Race, with selections by Sadowski, is doubtless representative of the artist’s best work.

This collection under review naturally references Sadowski’s biography, which set the context. I offer a condensed version here:

The crew at EC Comics, the domain of Harvey Kurtzman et.al., emphatically including boss-owner Bill Gaines, came from here and there, if mostly passing through the armed forces of World War II. Krigstein liked to say that he had learned drawing largely through comics, but he took to illustrations and painting so quickly and easily after the decline of comics that he seems always to have been an artist seeking both to realize the possibilities of comic art and also to get beyond its limitations. The only artist with a degree in Fine Art, he never lost his touch, based in part on a familiarity and a comfort with art history that other comic artists could not have possessed.

His skill also surely reflected his love of storytelling. Crucially,  he was  also instinctively democratic. “I belong to low  culture. This is my thing.Not only do I belong to low culture. I don’t think low culture is low culture. It’s all culture,” (p.1) Krigstein told a Boston audience in 1978.

His father, emigrating from Belorussia during the 1910s, was a highly skilled cutter in the garment trades, rising to engineer and inventor, finally opening a garment factory of his own. Son Bernie, slow to come to the realization that he could be a real artist, was urged onward by his fiancee—herself the daughter of a Yiddish artist and Communist mother from the high days of the Left in the “Red Decade” 1930s.

Krigstein, resolving to become an art teacher, graduated cum laude from Brooklyn College in 1940—again something unusual, almost unique among future comics craftsmen. Jobs were scarce and he found himself working in a hat factory, struggling to create a union. Fired, he found a job at the prestigious Works Progress Administration, which had done so much wonderful public art work, murals to theater, through the New Deal Era. But the WPA. abolished by a Republican pressure in Congress in 1942, offered no respite in his search for a job.

A short-term strategy, as it turned out, became a career decision that led to a staggering output of comic art from the end of the 1940s onward. As the collection under review shows, he undertook stories of every kind, fantasies to wartime realism. How often he actually scripted—in those days of comic book mass production, with divisions of labor and redivisions of divisions—would be hard to say. He interpreted the scripts for their artful possibilities, it was his pride to do so, and his frustration at the limits placed upon his   opportunities to express his potential. Sadowski’s biography does a fine job of recalling Krigstein’s ups and downs, often with the help of widow Natalie Krigstein—herself a scriptwriter for comics until the romance genre petered out in the middle 1950s—and a giant pile of unpublished Krigstein drawings.

Krigstein thrived as a comic artist, not only from his art background but by learning from the best that the comics world had to offer, including the work of Joe Simon and Jack Kirby—although he joined National after their departure. He felt relieved when the Superhero era ended (or paused) in 1949 and he could turn to themes such as crime—the favorite theme of the day, realized in the best-selling Crime Does Not Pay series, along with westerns and romance. Realism noir-style, the source of his greatest fame to later critics, did not yet play a major role in this work, presumably because opportunities lacked. Krigstein thus worked and sometimes stumbled through a half-dozen companies.

By 1949, Krigstein the artist—we could also say the movie-goer, because Hollywood films pre-TV reached audiences close to the peak year of 1946—was living in the Noir Era. “Noir,” actually given the name  a bit later by French film critics, carried the film techniques but also the mood of the postwar era. The sense of collectivity experienced during wartime rapidly dissolved, and the growingly prosperous society emerging showed the dark edges of a brutal individualism. Audience thirst for films, met by low-budget, single-source lighting, suited the times and the film art achieved, especially if not only on the Left. Hollywood’s radicals,overwhelmingly Jewish and still a few years from the Blacklist, created dozens of films of this genre, with some of the biggest stars of the era.

If film noir’s cinematic artists had a comics counterpart, it was surely Krigstein’s work. That he would shortly be labelled a “Red” for leading a failed attempt to create a comic workers’ union in the early 1950s cannot be a coincidence of fate. A communist he was not;  a progressive artist struggling to give a sense of the world around him, most definitely. If an anti-fascist, anti-racist Popular Front could have continued rather than being lost in the Cold War atmosphere, he would surely have been an outstanding artistic figure within it, arguably akin to woodcut artist and illustrator Lynd Ward.

Crime sagas drawn for Hillman notably already offered him the artistic option of “pulling back,” distancing his art within urban, industrial and other such settings. He could become, on occasion, strikingly cinematic, His growing sophistication, described by Sadowski as “graphic line and unorthodox compositions” (p.105) were nevertheless stifled by the limits of the medium, where punch-ups (or shoot-ups) were common and what Krinstein called “Chekhavian” complexity of emotions difficult to impossible. By 1957, seeing the limits as imposing hopeless barriers to further creativity, he abandoned comic art for illustration.

Mistakenly rejecting an offer from Harvey Kurtzman to hire him at EC in 1949, he lost several of what would likely have been his best years, before the crackdown on comics devastated the field. By 1953, he had arrived, and the moment might be best understood in comics history. He drew almost fifty stories for EC’s Weird Science and Weird Fantasy, two lines that actually lost money but were indulged, so to speak, by Bill Gaines because they expressed a comic art that he admired. As difficult as it may be to understand now, these were a credit to him as publisher, setting him above rivals: he ran an Art House in a field where “art” was considered an impossibility.

The Gaines regime, perhaps properly called the Feldstein/ Kurtzman zone, lifted artists upward. But in the particular titles overseen by Kurtzman, freedom was limited. The two Greats would not agree artistically.

Previous visits by Fantagraphic have taken us into the far reaches of the Krigstein oeuvre. The new volume takes us still further into the Krigstein oeuvre. Reprinted in black and white from the photostats available, the suggestion is made that this model offers a clearer aesthetic line. True as that may be,  this reader misses the “real comics” feel. Nonetheless, the talent on display was not wasted.

It would be pointless to parse the comics one-by-one. A few generalizations may be helpful:

Krigstein’s work here is surely at its weakest in the Atlas version of Romance stories. Broken hearts and mended hearts of young women, handsome suitors and some less handsome (and suitable), these had become familiar since the 1940s and see little new here, in narrative or in art. Perhaps, however, these are the singular comics in all of Krigstein’s mainstream work aimed at presumably young, female readers. In that light, they are no worse and in art terms alone, somewhat better than Modern Romance and the like.

Krigstein’s comics improve but not overwhelmingly with the war genre, no doubt because they suffer badly, all comics out of EC suffer badly, by comparison with Gaines’ crew. Not only Kurtzman himself, with his humanistic portraits of civilians caught between contending forces (and his visualization of battlefield sounds), but others in the EC field deployed deeper settings, more realistic dialogue and less flag-waving than non-EC war comics of that time or (I would suggest) any other.

Krigstein, who had himself seen so much first hand or close to the lines of WWII, tended to fall back on Cold War stereotypes of the 1950s. Even outside that era, he holds to the white-hat-and-black-hat model or war: one side is all good, if often traumatized, the other side is so much all bad that they do not seem quite human. Civilians form no Partisan networks of resistance behind the front lines, and that means women seem to play no role but victims and/or lovers.

From Uncanny Tales

Horror is better. In art but also in narrative sense, Krigstein approaches EC horror comics’ high standards on his own terms. The stories are not so imaginative at first glance, but improve as the “surprise” feature emerges. His monsters are monstrous, drawn skillfully. His victims are mostly a little helpless but sometimes they turn the tables on the creatures. Sadly, too few of the creatures turn to be victims themselves, trapped within a world alien to them. Krigstein needed more pages, more conceptual room for irony.

There is more here. A Biblical classic or two, some medieval sagas and some SciFi/fantasy. There is a recurrent sense that Krigstein is grinding it out for Atlas, looking realistically at the end of his comcs days looming not too far ahead.

He was decades too early for the graphic novel, which might have allowed him (if he could afford the time) the space to become a full-fledged storyteller. If comic books were to return the superhero, in the 1960s, it was not a field for him anyway.

Krigstein, as Sadowski recorded in B.Krigstein Volume I, went on to book illustrations, to teaching art, and, we hope, to a much deserved retirement with time to contemplate his life’s work. What we see of his  paintings, mainly landscapes with some portraits, gives us a sense of his range. His teaching at the High School of  Art and Design, as well as visiting posts elsewhere, must have resulted in students grateful for attention. Nothing more needs to be said.

Paul Buhle is an American historian, who is (retired) Senior Lecturer at Brown University, author or editor of 35 volumes, including histories of radicalism in the United States and the Caribbean, studies of popular culture, and a series of nonfiction comic art volumes. He is the authorized biographer of C. L. R. James.

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The Mad World of Harvey Kurtzman movie review & creator interview

The Mad World of Harvey Kurtzman. w. d. Bart Simpson. Intuitive Pictures. 2026. 90 min.

A new documentary on the legendary cartoonist and art director Harvey Kurtzman (1924–1993) is out and it delivers on all fronts. It is quite an understatement to say Harvey Kurtzman is worthy of great regard, respect and admiration. But, first, especially for newcomers, we need context and a proper presentation. This film, written and directed by Bart Simpson is the answer. It begins with a delightful clip from a vintage television program, The Pierre Berton Show. By the looks of it, it appears to be hosted by a local New York culture critic. In that segment, Kurtzman is confronted with the fact that he somehow walked away from being an integral part of MAD magazine, which he had invented and, by the early 1960s, had been bought up and made his former partner, Bill Gaines, a millionaire. Kurtzman, on the other hand, did not see any of that big money and, for the rest of his career (Trump magazine, Help! magazine, Humbug magazine, Playboy’s Little Annie Fanny), he was caught in a vicious cycle of keeping to his high standards while chasing the money needed to survive and support his family. In my conversation with the writer-director, Bart Simpson, he talks about a perpetual balancing act that Kurtzman followed: there was the kinetic energy of being more of an independent artist; and then there was the cool and calculated work as an art director. And, keep in mind, this was at a time (1950s-1960s) when the whole idea of an art director was still an evolving learn-on-the-job thing.

Contact sheet from Humbug magazine.

Kurtzman was, first and foremost, an artist. He had a sharp, charming and compelling way about his drawings going as far back as grade school. This documentary does a great job of covering all aspects of Kurtzman’s evolution as an artist: from his youth, his stint in the army, on up to his diving into the world of professional comics, at a time when comics, especially comic books, were undergoing dramatic growing pains. Harvey made a big splash with his anti-war combat comics for E.C. Comics, which were so meticulously researched, digging deep into the moral conflicts of soldiers on the front lines (this during the Korean War) that it earned him the scrutiny of the FBI. It was not long after this that Kurtzman, and his cartoonist cohorts, dived into humor. Kurtzman led the way and came up with something new, a comic book that poked fun at the rising world of television, pop culture and celebrity. MAD comics was born! It launched on July 10, 1952, founded by Harvey Kurtzman, editor, and Bill Gaines, publisher. All of those iconic covers for the original MAD comics! Here you have prime examples of that Kurtzman vision.

A sample of Harvey Kurtzman from MAD comics.

Through a series of wonderfully edited clips, our story unfolds. It looked like Kurtzman and Gaines had struck gold. But, with one false move, the delicate balance could be irrevocably broken. And that is exactly what happened. That balance was toppled over by Kurtzman. I won’t give away any details here only to say that this is such a pivotal life-changing moment. It’s that sort of moment that artists dread. A moment that demands a calm/strategic mind for business. Ah, well, Kurtzman would find himself on the outs with MAD and back to the mercurial world of not being with MAD! A maddening proposition to be sure. This meant going from one promising magazine project to the next. Ultimately, it was that work that led to Kurtzman’s getting the highest paid gig in comic strips, working for Hugh Hefner. It was a devil’s bargain. But sometimes a gig is a gig. Kurtzman and his equally legendary cartoonist cohort, Will Elder, tirelessly cranked out one comic strip after another of one of the most notorious Mad Men era curiosities, Little Annie Fanny. The artistry was clearly there. The documentary provides some stunning archival footage of the whole process. It’s just that the jokes were simply an endless loop from an era heavily and clumsily reliant upon the objectification of women.

Help! #12, 1960.

Clearly, this is a love letter to Harvey Kurtzman, a man who knew a thing or two about writing love letters. I really appreciate the recurring motif of bringing various correspondence to life with animation. There’s one segment that manages to have the great underground cartoonist R. Crumb narrate a letter of interest he sent to Kurtzman all those years ago. It’s one of many priceless moments in the film. Getting back to love letters, it’s a joy to see Kurtzman’s affectionate musings to his wife Adele, complete with adorable doodles, brought to life through animated clips. There’s also this over-the-top animation opener which evokes the hurly burly vibe of the times as well as acts as a tribute to Terry Gilliam. And, since we’re on the subject, there’s a treasure trove of Gilliam-related material to be enjoyed here, including the first rumblings of what was to become Monty Python’s Flying Circus. There are so many things you’ll discover connected to Kurtzman and the pop culture landscape he helped to curate and even create. I, for one, get special satisfaction in seeing all these dots being connected as I can compare notes with my own project, George’s Run: A Writer’s Journey Through The Twilight Zone. In my book, as with this documentary, the main subject of the title is given his due while also opening the door to a whole world of various rabbit holes and such. This documentary is a dazzling tribute to Kurtzman and true mana from heaven for all of us, no matter what your level of pop culture expertise.

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The Children of Light by Jean Pleyers comics review

“You drive.”

The Children of Light. Jean Pleyers. New York Review Comics. 2026. 112pp. $29.95.

Here is a sci-fi comic so out there that even Moebius thought it was strange, albeit a “reasonable madness.” In fact, he was a fan of this blast from the past, originally published in the French version of Heavy Metal in the early 1980s. This odd and quirky tale of intergalactic misadventure, if we are to believe Jean Pleyers, the creator of this comic, is far more than science fiction, but bona fide fact. According to Pleyers, in the Afterword to this new edition of The Children of the Light, he was contacted by aliens and they dictated their story to him telepathically and he went on to turn that into a comic book. Okay. We have to suspend all sorts of disbelief to say the least. So, beings from some other world chose a cartoonist to confide in. Alright. I pick up the comic and start reading it up to the point when one alien, running late on an important errand, looks at his colleague joining him for a ride in the company car and says, “You drive.” Oh, really? I think we’ve just crossed an important line. We’re dealing with a highly advanced civilization and all the cars aren’t autonomous? Now, that’s a hard pill to swallow. Ah, I jest.

Overall, this is a hoot of a comic. It’s one of those full-blast rollicking stories fueled by everything from Buck Rogers to Star Wars. The end is near but the inhabitants of Zor have a plan. They’ve somehow managed to hollow out their moon and turn it into a massive spaceship which will transport all two billion Zors to a better world! Think of it, a cast of billions! And it feels like it too as it’s difficult, at times, to see the forest for the trees in this vintage curiosity as it runs at a true epic saga level. But that could be your cup of tea. There’s definitely a niche audience for this made up of diehard sci-fi fans and scholars of the genre. It brings to mind my recently being in Los Angeles and popping over to see another vintage curiosity, an early film by Akira Kurosawa. All the cinephiles were besides themselves as they admired what was, if we’re being honest, a very dry, outdated and stilted film. They pointed out such things as a favorite actor who took on various roles in Kurosawa’s films. And everyone happily compared notes after the showing. To some extent, this comic is the equivalent experience.

I’m a champion of all manner of vintage content. Part of being a vintage enthusiast is making a case for your latest crush. I can marvel over the delicate fine line artwork in this comic and all the details. It definitely has the look and feel of an architect’s meticulous vision. And the colors are eye-popping. And true believers will readily call up the name, Jack Kirby, whether or not it’s a true fit. But, seriously, this is seriously gorgeous work! And that’s one of the primary reasons for investing as much time as we do with science fiction comics.

But, seriously, this is seriously gorgeous work!

Just to say this is vintage Jean Pleyers is more than enough as his art is top notch. Known more for working in historical fiction, this sci-fi romp is really not to be missed. No doubt, this comic has its moments, some of which are rather spectacular. So, you will find some visual treats. And you get rewarded along the way with some wonderful extended scenes as when the Zor spaceship must momentarily make a side trip to Earth and interact with a few humans. A young couple, fresh out of bed and in each other’s arms, is teleported on board. An exploration of the couple’s thoughts, including their past lives, reveals a series of human calamities involving nuclear war. So much for the humans!

The actual narrative is, as I suggest, rather dry. Of course, if we are to believe Jean Pleyers, we can place the blame on the aliens for passing on to humanity a less than thrilling, and more methodical, story. I think Pleyers claiming to have been contacted by aliens and telepathically being handed the story for his comic book is priceless and actually ties the whole thing together. I’ll throw in another vintage curiosity, Barbarella, the pioneering French science fiction and erotica comic created by Jean-Claude Forest in 1962. This is another example of the actual content being less than ideal and yet having its own set of charms. As a kid, I stumbled upon a copy of Barbarella in my father’s secret stash. And, even as a boy, I could see this was a little clunky and primitive while also very intriguing. The Children of Light is not Barbarella but it’s sort of in the same cosmic ballpark. By all means, it’s a fun and weird ride and you’ll enjoy it.

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WESTRON #3 (of 4) comics review

Westron #3. w. McBee & Jankowski. a. Nieto & De Vincenzo. Fandom Limb Media. 32pp. On Kickstarter up to Nov 5, 2026.

There was a heavy pounding at the front door. The rain had been relentless and I had assumed that heavy winds had come knocking. But then the pounding returned with even greater ferocity. I could see a heavy figure in the security camera but I disregarded caution and opened the door. In an instance, a package was thrust into my hands. I let out a sigh. Another comics submission! Sure enough, it was from Fandom Limb Media. They wanted me to know about a new title they’ve been working on, Westron. Shawn McBee and Maciej Jankowski have written quite the mystery thriller, with generous helpings of occult fantasy. Art by Nicolas Nieto and Matias De Vincenzo vividly brings it all to life. Well, I surprised myself as I found I could not put down the title once I dug in.

Art by Nicolas Nieto.

This comic has the perfect mix of spooky and quirky and follows in the tradition of so many great offbeat comics. The story grabs the reader right from the start and never lets go. You get all the fun horror and mystery tropes all mashed up into something compelling. It even has a cabin in the woods. Hell yeah! Hey, it even has two cabins in the woods! There are parallel stories running throughout, one set in its present day (2011) and another set twenty years earlier. Thus, the two cabins. All of this is wrapped around some very strange and supernatural forces at play. And it seems that the only person who can even try to make sense of it is one lone gumshoe detective, Westron.

Art by Matias De Vincenzo.

Westron is a very well-structured comic with a lot of moving parts moving fast. The story is deceptively simple and straightforward. A couple of teen sisters (Astrid, 19 and Natalia, only 14) decide to go out for the night but only one returns. The other has had her throat slashed. And it sure looks like the little sister did it. But that’s not possible, is it? Enter Inspector Westron.

From Westron #1. Art by Nicolas Nieto.

Now, Westron is an amalgamation of all your favorite sleuths, all done up into a refreshing new version. Think of all of them from Sherlock Holmes to Columbo. I do hope some of my readers are familiar with Columbo. Tell me that I’m right to assume this. Well, I have to. This detective TV show has made such a huge impact on the pop culture scene, and still does in endless reruns. Anyway, Westron is nothing like Columbo! And yet he is in some aspects. The point is that he’s a master of deduction, a razor-sharp professional with his own set of weaknesses and limitations. There. That should pique your interest. Every main character of this type, in order to be successful to the story, must be an all-too-human character struggling with his own demons. And that Westron does here. You see, the murder mystery he’s trying to solve in the present eerily mirrors the murder of his childhood friend, another young woman who died a ghastly death! And it’s going to take all of Westron’s mad skills to solve the current case and somehow find some resolution to the old case that haunts his very existence. Well, this issue makes some solid inroads towards all of that.

I have to hand it to the entire creative team for delivering something that crackles with excitement and has taken the time to reach a certain level of excellence. The good stuff is worth all the extra work. I can see it in the writing and in the artwork. It is something that really appeals to any age. I want to say that older readers will appreciate it the most but, hey, younger readers hunger for this too. It’s intelligent while also being downright entertaining. You see this in the great pulp fiction of yesteryear, classic comics, European comics for sure, you know it when you see it. And here’s a latest example. As I mentioned, you’ve got here a dual narrative at play: a murder for long ago; and a recent murder with a brilliant but tortured detective in charge of solving something that could be beyond solving. Pretty gnarly stuff if you ask me. At the moment, Issue Three is wrapping up a Kickstarter campaign and I encourage you to join in and help support this truly worthwhile comic. Just stop by anytime before the afternoon of November 5th.

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Nightmares and Daydreams by Mirko Ilić comics review

Nightmares and Daydreams A.C. 2020. Mirko Ilić. SelfMadeHero. 2026. Hardback, 152 pp, $26.99

Where were you when the lights went out all over the world? COVID. It feels like a lifetime ago and only yesterday. It put our collective daily existence on a surreal landscape. Artists and creative people of all kinds felt compelled to respond. Mirko Ilić, a Bosnian-born comics artist and graphic designer based in New York City chose to go back to the comic strip format in order to frame his reflections. Mirko, instead of sheltering in place, concluded he had no choice but to continue his routine of leaving his home and walking to his art studio. In his case, his regular walk took him down once bustling New York City streets, now quiet as a ghost town. He set out to express his turmoil. The result is 70 chiaroscuro drawings, hung together by the angst and anguish of COVID and the comics medium.

Many of these sequential images, sans words, depict humans stripped bare. Perhaps clad in pajamas but more likely just naked: various characters ponder, meditate, toil, and engage in a multitude of mysterious activities. COVID was a time to be by one’s self. But isn’t that really true of all time? Selfhood. It’s always there. But it can get lost, covered up by mounting distractions, noise, clutter, random activity and self-denial. With COVID, all seemed to go quiet, pared down, stripped bare. The emphasis seemed to be placed upon the self in a new way, or in a way all too often ignored. You needed to be naked with yourself and deal with the bare bones of life . . . and death. It seems that, for some people, perhaps a fear of self was entangled with a fear of the unknown, this silent killer we were all trying to avoid and to understand. Would we someday understand it, and ourselves? The hot, and cold, caress of the body. The unflinching dark. Mirko, an artist up to the task, confronts it all.

Mirko takes us down many paths, both personal and universal. He deftly weaves many stories into a tapestry that he seamlessly unfolds, effortlessly going from one vignette to another. One such stopover is a tribute to Egon Schille and his wife, Edith, both died days apart from each other, from influenza during the last global pandemic one hundred years ago. It’s a chilling story. Edith was six months pregnant when she died from the Spanish Flu (1918-20). Egon would last only three more days. In that time, Schiele drew a few sketches of Edith. Mirko refers to this with a haunting series of panels of Edith taking a bath. She looks contemplative, resigned to her fate.

Keep on Tumblin’

Perhaps to drive the point home, Mirko channels Winsor McCay’s comic strip, Little Nemo in Slumberland, which debuted in 1905, over a decade before the Spanish Flu. We see Mirko take a classic tumble out of bed, just like in the original comic strip. Although, in Mirko’s case, he’s already out of bed, on the floor, when he undergoes a disturbing set of poses. Was he a little too eager to tumble further out of bed?

Ah, that is part of what was going on during this time: a collective tumbling further and further out of bed, only to return all the more firmly right back into bed. The doors to one’s inner world were opened wide, there was nowhere to go but further inward. Mirko, known for his work as a poster-maker and illustrator as well as his work in comics, appearing in Heavy Metal and the Marvel Comics anthology, Epic Illustrated, is uniquely suited to share his COVID nightmares and dreams in the comics medium. There is an ongoing interest in Mirko’s work in comics that this new book will surely satisfy. Mirko even gives a tip of the hat to a past masterwork of his, Shakti, from 1977. In his new installment, the great stallion is now long gone, only a skull remains in remembrance.

Ultimately, there is something very striking and wise about the work I see here. Such a perfect storm for self-reflection. You begin with an artist who is already sensitive to issues of the self. Then a global pandemic descends upon all of us, whether you’re creative or not, and we all must find a way, creative, reflective, spiritual or productive, to deal with ourselves. For added measure, the artist, now 70, is at an especially interesting time of life, a time all about reflecting upon a life and setting about finding some resolutions that make sense, tie up lose ends. I feel this book is a perfect testament to this process. Like it or not, COVID or not, naked and unapologetic, Mirko Ilić confronts the goals, passions, and desires we all have, as well as our nightmares and dreams.

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Hotel & Farm by Ben Katchor comics review

Hotel & Farm. New York: Pantheon, 2026. 181pp,  $32.00

Review by Paul Buhle

In a world of ecological collapse ongoing and constantly intensifying, the familiar division of city from countryside has long since collapsed. Or has it? Complaints in the Roman Empire of city life (in Rome itself, that is) as dirty and dangerous, but at least not as boring as the countryside, have the ring of endless truisms. And can never be out of date, for obvious reasons. Would the current speculative boom in real estate survive without Second Homes of the gentry?

The subtleties of selling manure.

Katchor, as  usual, offers readers a satire that is far beyond satire. Dwellers of his imagined metropolis yearn for “the natural world,” even when or especially when it carries the unmistakeably odor of horse manure. This particular creation of nature has a thousand uses but none more precious than its use for the merchants responsible for hauling it in, keenly aware of primary and secondary clients in a wide variety of venues. He especially pinpoints garish hotels, with equally garish staffs and customers. One gets the feeling that his own hotel experiences have perhaps not been altogether pleasing.

Katchor’s artistic trajectory can help us out here. He emerged in the 1980s-90s as a unique and helpfully enigmatic figure in the fast-changing world of comic art. One could say that comics, with a few dramatic exceptions  in its history (“Krazy Kat” would always top the list), has nearly always been a straight-forward narrative art, with stock poses and phrases in popular newspaper comics, for well over a century. Even superheroes, changing with the times—latterly identifying as nonwhite, Jewish, lesbian, etc—never went too far in the mysterious line.  When RAW magazine first appeared in 1980 and embraced the enigmatic, our then-young Katchor was a helping hand in the historic enterprise. Coeditor Art Spiegelman also proclaimed him the “most Yiddish” of comic artists, superficially one more mystery (perhaps with buried enigma) because Ben’s stories were in English, at least English of his own invented sort.

Readers of the New Yorker, during appearances as illustrator there during the 1990s, likely had their interests in his work whetted. By the time he achieved the MacArthur Award—the first of several comic artists to win that coveted prize— his status had solidified. His subsequent series of books have been snapped up, pored over. and discussed as his work continues to appear and as he became a lecturer/advisor/mentor on comics to aspiring artists at Parsons. Carrying on an extended series of interviews with artists, seen widely on YouTube, Katchor looks over the evolving, global field as he continues his own projects.

Has his work changed since Cheap Novelties (2000) and how has it changed? Let us pause and ponder. His take on the urban scene usually found him in a hall of architectural memories, seemingly an earlier twentieth century Manhattan that had survived in unattended corners, glimpsed in the windows of the small shops that used to be so common, and in the oddball people on the street or off.

Katchor, from the beginnings of his work serialized in the alternative newspapers of the 1990s, gave readers a special sense of the Yiddishkayt, Yiddishness on its way out but not quite vanished. That he should unravel stories and reveal cultural secrets of every kind, culinary or marital to choices of clothes,with details quietly hilarious, might be described as his specialty. Popular use of the Yiddish language, condemned by Jewish intellectuals in the late 19th century, nearly destroyed in the Holocaust and cursed by Hebraists after the founding of Israel, has always had a half-life. That it survives today, largely thanks to the ultra-orthodox, offers just one more enigma.

Some of Katchor’s later books after Cheap Novelties—more likely to be created by way of reprints, earlier serialization in a slightly offbeat architecture magazine—reveal a shifting locus to foreign parts, the kinds of places that the Jewish middle classes of middle age might travel for respite. These also, deeply seen with absurd names of cities, streets, restaurants and hotels, redolent of a life passing away. The traveling Jewish merchant centuries ago as much as fostered the rise of restaurants and low-priced hotels across sections of Europe, North America, Latin America and Asia.

It was, if not natural, at least logical for Katchor to have taken up formal scholarship in a unique volume more prose than pictures—a detailed, highly illustrated history of the dairy restaurant in the old world and new. Once globally known for fresh milk (the most important health claim in other times) but also for an endless series of Jewish dietary variations and also architectural variations, these remained vividly alive in his New York childhood. Now, almost  gone, they obviously live on in Katchor’s memories, marinated in layers of irony, like gefillte fish.

A never-ending process.

Hotel & Farm takes us on another geographic adventure, if perhaps no further than the exurbs of Somewhere USA….and then back to The City. A “Boys and Girls Beetroot Club” may be founded in the countryside, for instance, so that, processed and mixed with vast quantities of sour cream, borscht can be made by the tons. Or beans of some kind raised as specialty item, when cooked tasting “like the driver’s seat of an expensive automobile on a damp autumn day”  (p.67)

The never-ending search.

In this world, vegetables will always suggest meat that, served back in the city, will be rendered into obscure and repulsive dishes likely to remind vegetarian readers of their virtuous habits. And so on. Tourists will stay far enough from metropolitan city life to experience traffic, budget-priced and budget-tasting meals in a mediocre hotel that has grown progressively more dreary with the inevitable decline of architecture and services.

Katchor’s dense pages, the subject of two scholarly volumes of formal criticism or interviews and many essays, return us forcefully—if artistically, that is to say, by careful indirection—to the central issues of comic art. Is it art? Or what kind? As a comic arts teacher, he encounters students who seek to make a living with art meaningful to themselves: comics are a gambit, one more option, approached with any and all means available to them. All of which brings us back to familiar questions, reposed In useful ways by Katchor’s work.

A recent New York Times commentator on a current, prestige showing of Roy Lichtenstein’s prints remarks that in 1962, the reproduction of comic strip images as “art” seemed somehow to equate or at least to reconcile avant-garde and kitsch. Was this a belated recognition that nothing else remained for art to accomplish after Abstract Expressionism had broken up the historical narrative? Or did it say something about comics?

Thirty years later after the Lichtenstein show, at a MOMA panel, an enraged Art Spiegelman—actually on the verge of global fame that would come from Maus—denounced Pop Art for offering banal comics as banal art works. He had a point, if not one much appreciated by gallerists ever eager for revivals.

Another thirty-some years have passed, and the contested issues remain contested. Readers of Hotel & Farm will enjoy the absurd humor and the searing social critique just beneath the surface. If they are serious about comics, they might think about what questions Katchor’s art raises for the world of art at large, and our role within it.

Paul Buhle is an American historian, who is (retired) Senior Lecturer at Brown University, author or editor of 35 volumes, including histories of radicalism in the United States and the Caribbean, studies of popular culture, and a series of nonfiction comic art volumes. He is the authorized biographer of C. L. R. James.

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Karl Stevens interview: On Comics and PEPPER

From Drawn to MoMA: A panel from “What Did That Lion Say?” 2022.

Karl Stevens is an award-winning graphic novelist whose titles include Penny: A Graphic Memoir, The Winner, and Mother Nature which was written by Jamie Lee Curtis and Russell Goldman. He is an Ignatz Award nominee, a Los Angeles Times Book Prize finalist, and has contributed comics to The New Yorker, Village Voice, and Boston Phoenix. He lives in Boston with his wife, Alex. His latest book is Pepper, published by Astra Publishing House. You can pre-order now. The book comes out 10/20/26.

A Karl Stevens interview is a wonderful thing. With Karl Stevens, you get the whole package: an affable personality, engaging conversation and insights into the art of making comics. This time around, we focus on Karl’s new book, Pepper. I refer you to my recent review. This is such a delightful book. You see, Penny had the spotlight in a previous book. And now Pepper emerges, to the surprise and consternation of Penny.

Karl Steven explains it all.

Pepper. Who the devil is Pepper? It’s like she appeared out of nowhere. At least that’s how it seems to Penny, who has long been accustomed to being the queen of the house. Well, no need to despair. Pepper will be tolerated. Even more than that, Pepper will lead the way to a whole new world of possibilities: one part adventure; one part confrontation with supernatural forces. Pay close attention to that second part. Exploring other dimensions is one of the grand themes in comics, exemplified by the French pioneers in Sci-Fi and Surreal comics. Stevens has been carefully studying the pages of Métal Hurlant from its glory days in the 1970s, featuring the works by Moebius, Caza and Druillet. And, as you can see from the below excerpt to Pepper, Stevens does indeed evoke that uncanny “touch of strange” found in the work of other great cartoonists and fellow travelers of other realms.

Keep in mind that this work of comics is for any age. Very much in the tradition of the best comics that cast a wide net, genuinely enjoyed by adults and younger people alike. This work is the creature of the alt-weekly world after all and, by extension, the broader world of comic strips. The humor is sly and wry. We’re dealing with a level of humor that is set at a highly refined frequency much appreciated by those of us looking for something offbeat and different; and probably enjoyed by cats, if they were human. All that said to suggest to you that Karl Stevens is uniquely qualified to fly this plane. As he puts it, his aim is to write spot-on funny stuff matched to a meticulous draftsmanship: a perfect mashup of the legendary cartoonist Peter Bagge and the legendary painter Rembrandt. Well, let the results speak for themselves.

During our chat, I brought up something that I found to be disconcerting. At a recent comics convention, I was at my table selling my books and, after I made a quick pitch, the potential customer just casually shook his head and said, “I’m not a reader.” It was sad for me to think that this is part of a trend. Karl considered it and concluded, “Well, people are reading all the time, whether with words, or visually. That’s an important part of what I’m doing with my work. I try to draw the words and write the pictures. Imagery is the narrative. I have the images do the heavy lifting as often as possible.”

The truth is that none of this art stuff is easy. Now, Karl has been at it basically all his life. He loves what he does, that’s not the problem. If there’s any problem it’s just navigating one’s way through the challenges of the business side, the industry rules of the game, all that stuff that seems to have little connection to the artistic process, and yet it has its place and well worth discussion. So, we discuss. You might be surprised to learn that, throughout its history, the capitalist system has been against artists. Or maybe you wholeheartedly agree. Or, who knows, we can meet somewhere in the middle. It all makes for an interesting conversation.

I highly encourage you to seek out PEPPER! As always, I welcome your input and engagement. I hope you enjoy our conversation on the Comics Grinder YouTube channel. Your Views, Likes and Comments, directly to our YouTube channel, helps to give us a leg up on the ongoing courting of algorithms. And it’s just good to connect with folks through your engagement. And you can also find us wherever you get your audio podcasts! This video goes live and set to premiere 10/11/2026 at Noon EST.

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Tad comics: We’re Going to Get Our Country Back!

Editor’s Note: Tad began here at Comics Grinder as a fun erudite guy who worked in a library and was figuring things out. Then Tad lost his job during the DOGE purges and somehow ended up becoming a high level adviser to the President of the United States. Imagine that. Now, Tad is dreaming of a time when he can just go back to being a dude working in a library. For now, he keeps looking at Regime Change, by Maggie Haberman & Jonathan Swan, for some answers. It seems we just lost our way, a lot of us got fooled again by the Pied Piper, and now we’re waking up, ready to take back our country.

Fun Facts, from The New York Times:

3 October 2026

A month before the midterm elections, Democrats have opened leads or battled their way to ties or near-ties in five reliably Republican states where they are trying to flip Senate seats to win control of the chamber, according to new New York Times/Siena University polls.

Democrats lead among likely voters in the Senate races in Texas and Alaska, two states that consistently vote Republican, the polls found. They have an edge in Ohio, which has been tilting rightward for years. Republicans have a slim edge in Iowa, and Democrats are neck-and-neck with Republicans in Kansas, which has not voted for a Democratic senator since 1932.

President Trump’s deep unpopularity, disapproval of the Iran war and frustration over high gas prices and the cost of living are reshaping the electoral landscape, the polls found.

Taken together, the new polls suggest that the Democrats have multiple paths to retake the Senate majority, despite a challenging map that had favored Republicans going into the midterms. To win Senate control, Democrats need to flip four Republican-held seats while holding on to their current seats in three battleground states, a difficult task.

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We Can Get Through This. VOTE.

The conclusion is that Trump has caused a lot of damage. The vast majority of the voting public in America is not keeping up with all the details. This is what Trump & Co. have exploited all along. However, the basic idea has emerged. Trump really does turn everything he touches into shit. Hard-working folks, who don’t have time for this nonsense have gotten the message. The midterm elections are the path to getting us on a better track.

All you need to do is VOTE.

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Vote. And Let’s Put Some Feeling Into It.

The midterm U.S. elections are Tuesday, November 3, 2026 but you can vote early.

On Sept. 28, about five weeks before Election Day, President Donald Trump sat down for an interview with TIME in the White House.

TIME has published the transcript of that conversation. Below is a sample of one of Trump’s statements from the interview:

What Trump Said: “I won all seven swing states. They said if you won three swing states, I won all seven. I won the counties. It’s very important, 86% popular vote.”

The Facts: Trump did win the popular vote in the 2024 presidential election, and he did win all seven swing states, but he’s conflating two figures. He won the popular vote by receiving 49.8% of the vote to Kamala Harris’ 48.3%. He won the electoral college by 86 votes, 312 to Harris’s 226. He did not win all of the counties in the seven swing states, but he surprised many pundits by winning counties in the Detroit, Milwaukee and Philadelphia metro areas.

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In other words, Trump lied. And he did not win by a landslide. It was a close election. Since when is a popular vote of 49 percent vs. 48 percent not close? Fun facts: Trump lost the 2020 election and the 2024 election was close.

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“The reality is that many people around the world look to American elections as models of freedom, fairness, and verified accuracy. While other countries’ elections can at times be more unstable, the American system has always held firm due to its systems of checks and balances. After an election, various people or a political party might challenge the results, which they have every right to do. But our system requires that a challenge be based on facts and on the law. One can’t simply say someone won when the proof shows otherwise. During this era of attacks on our electoral system, we’ll get through by working to improve procedures where needed and by taking the time to learn how American elections work and why they are trustworthy. It is time to choose truth over clickbait, proof over accusations, people over politics, and country over party.”

— American Bar Association

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#vote

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