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Over For Rockwell by Uzodinma Okehi book review

Over For Rockwell. Uzodinma Okehi. Hobart. 2015. 344 pp. $12.

It’s always been for me a search for the authentic, the different and the real. That is what leads me to this gem, a real dreamer’s notebook: Over For Rockwell, by Uzodinma Okehi. This deliberately pint-sized book, a collection of prose short stories, packs plenty of punch with Blue Okoye leading the way, a protagonist feverishly seeking the euphoric stuff of life.

Art by Uzodinma Okehi.

Perhaps Blue Okoye is an alter ego for the author. Very good chance of that–or at least a jumping off point in the tradition of, well, just about every audacious and ambitious young writer out to suck the very marrow of existence. Our story has much to do with a young man pitted against, and madly in love with, the big city. Which big city? Well, New York City, of course, is front and center but also the BIG CITY in general and that leads to adventures overseas, particularly Hong Kong. Our hero is up to his eyeballs in frenzied lust for life: out to create great art and bed every beautiful woman he can charm. Yes, all the hot and classic stuff, before some people lost their nerve to go all-out Hemingway. This is a collection of loosely connected observations, some twenty years ago, and then going even further back, but it all rings true and has a timeless quality to it. In fact, the narrative is structured in such a way that has Blue Okoye on his excellent adventures spiraling through time. We begin circa 1995, jump around to 2003 and beyond, and land back in 1995. All to show that the shaggy dog stories from our salad days share much in common, transcend the boundaries of time.

The novel is very clever and fun to read, even if it doesn’t have much in the way of a plot, at least not in the traditional sense. Okehi defies convention at every turn, delivering a series of observations that resemble a story but doesn’t adhere to any rules. This main character appears to be perpetually on the make, dreaming big dreams, and colliding with the reality that he will likely never be a so-called “success.” At times, a lot actually, Okehi questions the goals we’ve been told we must achieve: the soul-crushing game of gaining notoriety. Was it ever in the cards for our hero, Blue Okoye? Success is a very hard thing to pin down, especially if you keep feeling the need to roam the streets at night in search of some elusive epiphany, notebook in hand, ready to jot down inspiration as it beams down upon you. So, yeah, Okehi has fun with the starving artist tropes for all they’re worth. No matter how hard you try to pry it from him, your dim-witted co-worker at the warehouse is probably not going to blurt out some piece of inadvertent wisdom that you, as the artist, can mine for gold.

One of the really interesting things going on in this very quirky novel is the send-up of the indie comics community. Blue Okoye is supposed to be an aspiring comics artist although there is very little to indicate why he is pursuing this line of creative work and what he hopes to achieve. And perhaps that is the whole point. Blue Okoye is simply performing a role. He plucked out a purpose in life from all the cool and hip options before him and he’s sticking to it. Okehi doesn’t only depict Okoye as shallow but all the other comics artists he knows seem to be treading water as well. Ah, the folly of youth. Will Blue Okoye mature in time and find some real meaning to life? Well, that’s for another novel. This novel is all about floundering and, on that subject, it succeeds with flying colors.

Also available from the same author is House of Hunger, a continuation of the Blue Okoye adventures. I think, if you’re new to this, it will be a lot of fun to dive into either work and let it take over. After taking a look at both, I appreciate the indie connection more as Okehi is basically treating all these prose short stories as content to publish in the small press community and/or as short works in a zine format to be sold at small venues, especially various zine and indie comics festivals, to perhaps be later collected into a book. And, of course, the overriding theme of these stories invariably is about this indie/small press community. Works for me.

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Emil Ferris My Favorite Thing Is Monsters Review via Notes

“My Favorite Thing Is Monsters” Vol 2 (of 2) by Emil Ferris

Notes on Emil Ferris’s My Favorite Thing Is Monsters, Books One and Two by Nick Throkelson

Editor’s Note: In keeping with the unconventional spirit of the work being reviewed, cartoonist Nick Thorkelson presents a review within a collection of notes on the two-part epic work by Emil Ferris.

Emil Ferris draws over rules. Ha!

The following notes assume some familiarity with Emil Ferris’s comics masterpiece, My Favorite Thing Is Monsters, published by Fantagraphics, now available in two volumes. For those who haven’t had the pleasure, suffice it to say that it’s a story set in the 1960s, as told and drawn by young Karen Reyes, about her coming of age in the Uptown neighborhood of Chicago. Karen identifies and depicts herself as a monster, not (except in one instance) as the innocent and plucky girl that others see. And she tells her story in a notebook, whose binder coil and holes and rules are visible on every page.

“My Favorite Thing Is Monsters” Vol 1 (of 2) by Emil Ferris

Karen’s self-portrait. Karen draws herself not just as a monster but as a stereotype of a monster. Her jaw is spherical and her teeth are perfect cones, while the heads of other major characters like Deeze, Franklin, and especially Anka are malleable and protean — they react and adapt to circumstances. In that one instance where Karen appears as she is seen by others, her face becomes protean too, even as its irregular shape clearly justifies the geometric shape we usually see. The set of her mouth and jaw express hard-won courage in both versions. see.

The mob. At the end of the opening sequence in Book 1, the ugly citizens with pitchforks hunting monsters are called “M.O.B.,” which stands for “Mean, Ordinary, Boring.” What a perfect description of unfree America! Karen says, “What freaks me out is that one day they could turn me into one of them.”

Karen does not fear the mob the way the mob fears her. She writes, “Humans are afraid of death and it makes them frantic. The undead don’t have a ‘self-esteem problem.’” Does the fear of death negatively correlate with self-esteem? Actually, all the major characters in Monsters have a self-esteem problem, but what unites the (sympathetic) ones is that they acknowledge their inner monstrousness instead of pretending it’s not there.

The neighbors. Karen and her mother and older brother Deeze (Diego Zapata Reyes) live in an apartment building with a number of offbeat people. Mrs. Gronan, the gangster’s wife who lives upstairs and has the hots for Deeze, is introduced in Book 1 as an unattractive woman so fabulously decked out that she looks sexy. In Book 2 Karen observes that Mrs. Gronan is pretty as long as she doesn’t try to smile.

Anka’s eyes. Anka, a beautiful holocaust survivor married to a jazz musician, also lives upstairs until, early in Book 1, she is murdered. Eyes—intense, beautiful, and threatening—appear throughout both books, but the eyes of Anka are the saddest.

Hatch lines. The blue and red pen lines used to draw Anka’s skin could almost be her arteries and veins. These complementary colors blend and cancel each other out, so that her face looks like porcelain. In a flashback, she arrives at a Nazi concentration camp, perhaps Theresienstadt, set up to look like a humane facility in order to fool visitors. But the bakery worker is a mannequin with cracks in his “skin,” which remind us of the knife wounds on the face of Karen’s Black classmate Franklin, inflicted by a homophobic gang when he was young.

Franklin’s face. Karen says, “If all the pieces fell away, I got the idea that what was inside him was a big ball of white light.” His scarred face is reminiscent of Frankenstein’s Monster, or the Willem DaFoe character in Poor Things. Franklin illustrates Karen’s idea that Frankenstein was a “skin-tight Prometheus variously coded as Black and queer” (odd language for a 1960s kid, but no matter). Franklin’s scars were inflicted to destroy, unlike the ones on Mary Shelley’s monster that are the marks of an attempt to create life.

Franklin as Françoise in Book 2 hides her scars with makeup, and turns out to be the most soulful Patsy Cline imitator anybody has ever heard.

Commercial art. At one point in Book 2 we see part of an illustration Deeze did for a science fiction novel by his friend Jeffrey Alvarez, a.k.a. The Brain. This sets up several pages concerning Deeze’s second career as a commercial artist (in his day job he’s an enforcer for a loan shark). Deeze may well have created many of the monster comics covers that Karen uses to set off sections of her story. A treat. For comics nerds like me it is enjoyable to learn that Deeze plagiarizes himself. He creates a frightening monster called The Lurch for one of his comics covers and then repurposes it as the repulsive mouth of a different monster, Mothman. This is reminiscent of real life comics legends like Wallace Wood who plagiarized themselves when pressed for time.

Another treat. We see many covers of a horror comic called Ghastly, and they feature a cartoony master of ceremonies in the upper-left-hand corner. This character could have been drawn by Harvey Kurtzman. Similarly, in real life, the emcee character that appeared on covers of the great 1970s-80s Eerie comics series was drawn by Jack Davis, Kurtzman’s frequent collaborator. Image quotation. The re-drawing and re-purposing of art occurs constantly in Monsters, sometimes based on comics imagery but just as often based on the “high art” that Karen encounters at the Art Institute of Chicago, and in Deeze’s art books.

Not every quotation from a famous artwork is acknowledged as such. A parochial school art teacher, remembered fondly by Karen in Book 2, is first seen as a witch on the cover of Dread (another magazine with a comical M.C. in the corner). In Karen’s memory she is a sweet-looking lady, but on the Dread cover she looks just like the grotesque profiles of Jesus’s tormenters in Hieronymus Bosch’s Carrying of the Cross. Grotesques. Ferris’s (i.e., Karen’s) Chicago is full of racists, homophobes, sadists, the ravaged and empty. One group portrait of the surly M.O.B. looks like an homage to George Grosz’s 1920s Berlin etchings. A contradictory image, of everyday Uptown people on the street, has a caption telling us that most of them are migrants and all of them are riders on the “Royal Shaft Express,” as Deeze calls it. These faces are ravaged but not empty.


Slouching towards androgyny. After recreating a painting of Oedipus and the Sphinx in which the Sphinx is a pretty woman, Karen imagines Oedipus saying, “I’m scared of the part of me that is you.” The Sphinx replies, “That part is bigger than you think.” It turns out that women know, and men need to know, that we are all part male and part female. Karen and Deeze illustrate this by mirroring each other.

Hey hey we’re the. Karen says of one of the first girls she crushes on: “Missy’s bedroom used to be monster-themed but now it’s covered in Monkees posters and these big horrible flowers” — Monkees and stylized 1960s flowers being emblems of sexual and sentimental self-presentation, as opposed to monsters that function as emblems of unrestrained nature and difference. As Peter Tork’s brother I defensively object to the idea that the Monkees were fakes, but that’s another story.


Fire. Karen, usually stoical and observant, becomes an aggressive monster flame-thrower when  she learns that Deeze has been hiding their mother’s terminal illness from her. Karen expects to be betrayed by the M.O.B., but not by those she loves.


Paintings. Karen and Deeze bond over their shared (or negotiated) responses to the treasures of the Art Institute of Chicago. The magical romantic projection of themselves into the academic story-paintings is consistent with the theme of adolescent rites of passage.
Ambroise Fredeau’s painting The Blessed Gillaume DeToulouse Tormented by Demons (1657) certainly fits. In Karen’s reading, the painting says that good monsters frighten us because they can’t control how they look, and bad monsters frighten us because they demand control.


The minor character Salvatore is a bad monster observing us from the top floor of a skyscraper, and he is simultaneously German, Italian, and Japanese, i.e., the Axis powers.

The Greens. Anka has a “Viewmistress” covering the bullet hole in her chest. Karen steps through the hole and finds more paintings. As a near-contemporary of Karen, I identify them as the academic paintings we were taught to disparage in the days of triumphant modernism. (The paintings’ dates are 1790, 1865, 1875, 1886, and 1906, bringing us right up to the surrealist revolt.)

This sequence culminates in a two-page spread, “Green Island,” a fever dream of solace where a branch overhanging a rapids turns into a skeleton’s hand groping a breast or buttock. For me, Green Island evokes the “Green Door” of H.G. Wells and Jim Lowe (Wells wrote a story in 1906 of an elusive green door leading to happiness, and Lowe had a hit record in 1956 where he couldn’t get through the Green Door leading to a rocking party.)


A Cool Breeze. The sky in Alpine Scene by Gustave Doré, as depicted by Karen, is full of fuzzy stars “like the tangled strands of pearls in Mama’s jumbled jewelry box.” The actual painting is set in daytime and is only dark because of the towering evergreens in what looks like the Black Forest. The original, like Karen’s version, has a tiny male figure as its focal point, but it also has a second figure, perhaps a sweetheart, that Karen leaves out. The famously gloomy artist Doré sees companionship and a cool breeze in the shade, where Karen sees solitude and mortal dread.


Victor. At the end of Book 1, Karen turns and sees Deeze but it’s not Deeze, it’s Victor, the twin brother that Deeze killed (by accident?) when they were children. Victor, who will become an important character in Book 2, seems to float among the fuzzy stars and the eyes of Anka, not to
mention the holes in the notebook pages. Sexuality of the monster trope. In the Dracula story, woman’s irrationality/hysteria is the flaw that lets evil insinuate itself into polite society. In Monsters, society is never polite and Karen’s awakening gayness is the armor that makes society bearable, at the same time that it is her authentic self.


Chicago. I love all the drawings of Chicago and wish there were more. In one full-page drawing of Karen and Deeze on the bridge over the Chicago River, near the end of Book 2, the golden evening light from the West butts up against the pale blue light coming off of Lake Michigan to the East. Not naturalistic but it certainly puts you there. But no act of virtuosity exists for its own sake in Monsters, except in the sense that Karen might like to show off her drawing chops sometimes. That poignant picture of the Chicago River at twilight feels like it’s there to foreshadow the imminent ending of Deeze and Karen’s rich Chicago life.


The invisible man. In Book 2 the lost or missing father of Karen and Deeze materializes as a vicious tramp and a surrogate for the biblical Holofernes, the supposedly invincible warrior beheaded by Judith so that her community could survive. Many different paintings of Judith killing Holofernes are reproduced, mirroring Karen’s obsession with, and ambivalence about, violence and female power.


Later. The notebook/journal format of Monsters allows major story points to be implied or passed over, not stated or concluded plainly. It’s as if Karen says to herself, “I will never know what happened when I took Deeze’s gun and went looking for my father, but never mind, let me move on to the stuff I’m actually trying to understand.”


In Book 2 we frequently hear some form of “I’ll tell you more about this later,” which doesn’t happen.

Another example. The episode in Book 2 featuring “the preacher guy” and his female followers seems too brief after such a tantalizing setup, but I appreciate the idea that these sinister characters are going to do what they do, for better or for worse, and we don’t need to know what that is. Unanswered questions feel more true to life than the typical wrapping-it-up ending to a murder mystery.


Except for this. In Book 2 we learn that Deeze is a killer, and we already know Anka is a murder victim. Also in Book 2, Deeze denies that he killed Anka. Well, actually, he denies that he meant to kill her. But even after two fat comic books, we don’t know how or why she was shot, do we?
We do hear, or seem to hear, a jealous Deeze say to Anka, “I’ve always been a big distraction for you, haven’t I? And then you throw me a look and I come running. I should put a goddam bullet through your heart!”


On the other hand. We learn late in Book 2 that the police wanted to frame Chubb, the ventriloquist in the building, for Anka’s murder. This doesn’t make sense if Deeze was the killer, does it? The cops all have it in for Deeze because Deeze’s father, Frank, was once a cop and he wants his former fellow police to make Deeze suffer for the death of Victor.

And on the other other hand, just because somebody wants to frame you doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Could it have been the lovesick ventriloquist, impersonating Deeze, that threatened to shoot Anka, and did so? I suppose we’ll never know.

The sixties. The main thing we know from Book 2 is that Karen and Deeze leave Chicago, which seems all but impossible except they’re being hunted by the police and, anyway, leaving home is what young people did in the 1960s.


From one angle, Monsters is a perfect sixties story, “the sixties without apology.” We monsters of that era needn’t apologize for being freaks, for rebelling, for facing sexuality head-on. Ferris doesn’t say this but it occurs to me that we have spent all the decades since then wondering whether we may have been turned “into one of them.”

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FUNNY STUFF: Great Cartoons Dissected

Funny Stuff: How Great Cartoonists Make Great Cartoons. Phil Witte and Rex Hesner. Forward by Bob Mankoff. Prometheus Books. 2024. 150pp. $28.95.

If becoming a New Yorker cartoonist had an employee manual, FUNNY STUFF would be it. Here you’ll find the secrets to making great cartoons from some of the greatest cartoonists in the business. Your guides are two of the best authorities on such things, Phil Witte (a great cartoonist in his own right) and Rex Hesner, co-writers of the blog, Anatomy of a Cartoon, which you can regularly read at CartoonStock.com.

New Yorker cartoon by Michael Maslin.

As a cartoonist myself, I am very sensitive and self-aware about the whole subject of cartooning. And, just like anyone else, I can get cocky and think I already know enough about how to make a great cartoon. But, hang on, this book is truly useful, something different, and I’m thrilled to share it with you. As someone who completely loves cartoons, particularly New Yorker cartoons, I can honestly say this is a book you must get. So, enjoy the rest of this review and then come back this upcoming Tuesday for an interview with the authors to this wonderful guidebook on cartoons.

New Yorker cartoon by Joe Dator.

For something this worthwhile, I’m happy to spring into action. What excites me about this book is that I actually found the text compelling and highly relevant. You know, let’s be honest, sometimes you just want to view the cartoons in some of these collections but, in this case, I found an orderly approach, filled with insights, that really motivated me. People will read this book for a variety reasons but, I suspect, a main driver will be to get some tips on how to make better cartoons. Or, more broadly, how to better understand the unique humor behind New Yorker cartoons. This book has its own unique way of addressing the artwork and the caption, and how these two components work. On top of that, the authors have interviewed many of the great cartoonists so, one way or another, you are getting this from the horse’s mouth.

New Yorker cartoon by Phil Witte.

Is this book for you if you are not a serious student of the art of cartoons? Yes! In fact, put any concerns about being serious aside. This book can be enjoyed on different levels. If you want a fun look at some first-rate cartoons with the option of scanning a few bits of insights, so be it. And, if you’re enticed to read at a deeper level, so be it. The point is that the book has been created in such a way, I think, that it appears as if it takes some of the mechanisms involved in luring the reader into reading a great New Yorker cartoon: simple and intriguing, at first, with a thought-provoking sensation taking hold. Well, something like that.

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Paul Peart-Smith Interview: Adapting ‘Souls of Black Folk’

Paul Peart-Smith is an accomplished artist, illustrator and cartoonist. In this interview, we focus on his recent graphic adaptation of the landmark work by W.E.B. Du Bois, The Souls of Black Folk. Back in 1903, when the original was published, it was as if Du Bois was anticipating the internet with his multi-faceted presentation, a taking stock of the status of Blacks in America after Reconstruction. I think this graphic adaptation is, in its own way, also in answer to the many distractions (along with a very real internet) that can get in the way. The original is essentially a collection of thoughts, some subtle, some direct, in the service of appreciating where Blacks stood in these United States of America after the Civil War and is a timeless classic that remains relevant today. This unique graphic adaptation compliments the original and adds to our understanding.

As I try to impress upon anyone, I have a long history with comics. When I tell you that Paul Peart-Smith’s book is something special, you can believe me. I think a lot can get lost in the whirlwind of media. I know that certain factions in this or that sector of the publishing world stake their claim and it’s hard to get noticed. That said, what I love about this book is that it feels like, and truly is, a patiently assembled thing that will always be there when you’re ready for it.

The art of any successful graphic adaptation is in how the artist evokes the written work in a very palpable way, going into the mind’s eye of the reader. During our conversation, Paul shared with me how he constructed the above page. Playing off the fact that Du Bois was keenly aware of his white readership, wanting them to be part of the conversation, Peart-Smith creates a scene depicting a lynching that mixes the Black existential crisis with the epitome of Western cultural angst, the existentially rattled Hamlet.

This book is published by a university press and, with that, comes some sense of permanence. As long as Rutgers University Press keeps it in print, it has a healthy life ahead of it. Perhaps that is the answer for some honest hardworking cartoonists with a project they aspire for the ages and not just to make a quick splash at a comics festival or one promotional cycle. For those select few cartoonists out there, the right fit at a small press could be rewarding. And yet reaching a wider audience beyond your niche readership is a good thing too. How could it not be? So, one does what one can.

One succeeds in the comics market, like any other market, by taking most things with a grain of salt. What may seem like an all-important moment will likely be but a mere blip. Real staying power requires taking the long view and just being patient. What becomes clear is that Paul’s love of art and storytelling has guided him along.

Paul relates to me during our conversation a lifetime of being ready for when opportunities arise. If he hadn’t submitted some of his work to the Sci-Fi anothology, 2000 A.D., when he did, he may have continued on a different path, perhaps going deeper into animation.

Worse Than Slavery by Thomas Nast, 1874.

Fast forward to more recent times, if Paul Peart-Smith had not made contact with the great comics authority Paul Gravett, he just might have missed out on Souls of Black Folk. One thing led to another, Paul Gravett put Paul Peart-Smith in touch with the man directly connected to this new exciting Souls of Black Folk project, Paul Buhle. So many factors need to be in place and that includes a good dose of serendipity. Three Pauls in a row!

Excerpt pages from One Plus One.

Of course, there’s always more to the story and, as Paul related to me, it was a small work entitled, One Plus One, a mix of slice-of-life and social commentary, that led, down the road, to Souls of Black Folk. That piece appeared in the popular webcomics collective ACT-I-VATE and people in the industry, Paul Gravett included, took notice.

A career in comics has to do with making yourself known and available. The comics market is, in part, a game with a number of players jockeying to be known and remembered. In the case of Paul Peart-Smith, he can confidently let his work do a lot of the talking for him.

It was during our discussing the last chapter in the book that we came back to the power of mass communication, and how it is harnessed. The last chapter to the book is entitled, “Of the Sorrow Songs,” a look back at Black spirituals, with their origins in slave songs, and their power to inspire and inform. The fact that W.E.B. Du Bois was focusing in on the power of the songs, says it all. As Paul related to me, it brought back to him Chuck D, of Public Enemy, and his famous quote: “Rap is Black America’s CNN.”

Paul Peart-Smith has a couple of new titles out on the horizon as well as an amazing newsletter you should join. With Inkskull, you’ll get all sorts of tips and insights into comics, life hacks and much more.

Paul provides a graphic interpretation of Roxanne Dunbar-Ortiz’s Indigenous Peoples’ History of the United States, published by Beacon Press, and out October 2024.

Romanis Magicae is a Roman Empire supernatural adventure. Paul illustrates the script by creator Matthew Blair of this ongoing comic book series.

And so I hope you enjoy the video conversation. As always, your VIEWS, LIKES and COMMENTS are welcome directly on the Comics Grinder YouTube channel.

Souls of Black Folk: A Graphic Interpretation is published by Rutgers University Press.

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Stan Mack’s Real Life Funnies book review

Stan Mack—wotta guy!

Stan Mack’s Real Life Funnies. The Collected Conceits, Delusions, and Hijinks of New Yorkers from 1974 to 1995.  Foreword by Jake Tapper. Afterword by Jeannette Walls. Seattle: Fantagraphics, 330pp, $50. (On sale date: June 11, 2024).

Guest review by Paul Buhle

Sometime in the last decades of the late nineteenth century, urban journalists sitting or strolling among the middle class masses coined the term “flaneur.” The relaxed, curious style of looking, almost randomly, at such things as which department store windows would be designed in ever more intense sales efforts or which open-air cafes flourished, would be taken up by American writers, painters and even monument-makers, by the 1910s.

Lots of interesting art epitomized by Ashcan styles (but not exhausted by them) found its origins here. Perhaps because the art schools began to flourish and young radicals (in every sense) began to see a life for themselves within the emerging culture.

How this art became more public than museums or art shows poses difficult and interesting questions. The illustrated Left-leaning or outright left-wing magazine or newspaper had appeared, a genre originally carrying only cartoons but gradually enabled by changing technology to offer decent half-toned prints. The Masses magazine (1911-17) hugely popularized the work of the Ashcan artists and of cartoonists as well—until it was suppressed for opposing US entry into the First World War. The Liberator and New Masses carried on with interesting art, intermittently, as did Der Hommer, in Yiddish, into the 1930s. Even when the art quality of the Left papers trailed off due to limited page space and to a vernacular Socialist Realism strangely similar to WPA post office fare, much of value remained.

Stan Mack. “Call it human ashcan art.”

The return of the sketch, an art form inherently given to popular use, offered artists yet another and very popular mode. Not that sketches in magazines had ever vanished, but they seemed to grow closer to life in the better and more interesting publications, including those leaning toward left-wing causes.

Jules Feiffer, drawing for the Village Voice starting in the middle 1950s, offered something as new as the Voice itself, at once bohemian, literate and truly popular. Feiffer looked at New Yorkers, especially but not only self-styled bohemians, with a jaundiced eye. He saw through their pretenses. But not without fondness. They were, in a sense, the Voice itself, the idealized reader. They wanted to live in a different way if not in a different society (it was as easy then as now to give up on reform causes). And they were silly.

Panel excerpt.

Stan Mack might object to being described as a successor to Feiffer, but a family resemblance cannot quite be missed. Mack took on the task of cinema verite plus more than a little sly humor, within the Voice of the middle 1970s and continued until the editor dropped the strip in 1995. It happens that this reviewer appeared in the same pages, or rather my book reviews did, during the 1980s mostly, and this personal detail kept me looking with special, probably egotisical, interest at the paper and at Mack’s entertaining strips. Like many future readers of this book, I have unknowingly kept memories of particular strips in my head. I liked them a lot.

Real Life Funnies deserves a full biographical essay and I wish I had written it (but the artist might possibly object). Here is a shorter version, which is not easy. Raised in Providence, RI, son of shoe store owners whose nearby Jewish relatives included a bookie or two, Stan attended the Rhode Island School of Design. He spent time in the Army, was mustered out, and became an art director at the New York Herald Tribune in the early 1960s. When the paper closed, he moved over to the New York Times. Perhaps most notably, at least for him, the task was to discover illustrators for the “new journalism” of the 1960s.  Here may well have been born the kernel of an idea.

He knew that he wanted to do something different. He went to well known designer/illustrator/editor Milton Glaser, then working for the Voice, and pitched an idea based on his newspaper background. Glaser liked that, and encouraged him. Here Mack found his voice, so to speak. He became an oral historian without degree or evident training. He roamed the city, listening to New Yorkers, adventuring to places outside his comfort zone. He would take notes, go back to his studio, and draw furiously, seeking to capture their sensibility.

Panel excerpt.

The result is like nothing else in popular or for that matter, scholarly (as in oral history-scholarly) literature. It is miles away from what Feiffer had done, although old-time Voice readers will surely see a kind of relation. Mack is more than adequate as an artist, but he does not rely upon the motions of the protagonists to tell the story. Far from it. This is, properly understood, illustrated oral history.

What he has in mind (this reviewer admits to having been a much-traveled oral history fieldworker, archivist and prof-coach) is the intimacy of the personal revelation. Not the kind of revelation that could be considered scandalous (these happen, if rarely) but the more-or-less unconscious bursting out of personality.

That is, the inescapably unique personalities, however anonymous, of New Yorkers during the 1970s-1980s and early 1990s. He offers them up for the reader, showing himself to be variously ironic, open-minded, detached and empathetic or perhaps not so empathetic.The psychic crises of the materially comfortable middle classes wishing for more satisfying or less stressful experiences prompt mostly now-forgotten cures, like “Rolfing,” or some sexual version of psychic restoration. By the 1980s, as the gaps between social classes grew wider, the squatters are more often seen more in evidence along with druggies, new immigrants, nonwhites and….yuppies.

Many of Mack’s subjects happen to think of themselves somehow as artists, would-be movie makers with hand-held camera, seeking street personalities or a convenient woodsy park where a porn scene can be managed. This is not unnatural: New York is a creative center in every sense, with more successful (and mostly unsuccessful) artists, actors, directors and every other category imaginable, per square mile, than anywhere else including Los Angeles. For a lot of these working people, at any level of fame, obscurity, high life or low life, “entertainment” is a job. Mack offers us more varied glimpses than any novelist has provided. Call it human ashcan art.

I am inordinately fond of seeing the craven businessmen, who Mack delightfully skewers for their arrogance and blatant criminality. But equally hard to miss are  the try-anything avante-gardists, the fashion-craving and silly-looking people of every variety, the sex workers, the gender-benders and the simply confused.

The variety is so great in these pages that further description fails. Sometimes, Stan, who drew himself as diminutive and with a brush-like mustache (most readers thought he actually looked like that), makes an appearance. His chapter introductions provide some overviews of how things change and yet remain remarkably almost the same, with all the passage of decades and fashions.

Panel excerpt.

It is definitely not a love letter to New York. And yet, somehow, it is. Stan Mack’s Real Life Funnies calls to memory those 1920s-40s hits, from Broadway or not, that made Manhattan a unique place, a centralizing place for shared experiences. A thousand films and some memorable television dramas of the 1950s, before TV moved to Los Angeles, carried the same sense.

No, no, I am making things sound “nice,” when Stan Mack does not mean that at all. There’s so much human potential on hand, but people who should know better go around ruining it with their insecurities, their egos and their cravings.

And I realize that I want to say something more about Stan’s art work. It pushes out of the page toward the reader. His characters are in the reader’s collective face, and the reader has chosen Stan’s strip by choice. Accept it! His friend Harvey Kurtzman, founder of Mad, described himself not as a humorist but a truth-teller.  That’s Stan, too.

Paul Buhle

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Mark Twain’s War Prayer, Illustrated by Seymour Chwast book review

Mark Twain’s War Prayer, Illustrated by Seymour Chwast. Seattle: Fantagraphics Books, 2024. 96pp, $22.99.

Guest review by Paul Buhle

The literary-political Establishment fairly well managed, for three or four generations, to hide or to minimize Mark Twain’s later-life antiwar devotions. The beloved writer, considered by readers and critics alike as the creator of the singular US classic, Huckleberry Finn, devoted much of his prose energy in later years to denouncing wars in general and the vastly murderous American assault on the Philippines in particular.

It was no doubt the Vietnam War, with the vast military assault and chemical warfare sidebars against large parts of Southeast Asia, that brought to light Twain’s writings previously considered marginal, old age ramblings. Twain knew what he was writing about, and he knew how to say it in painfully funny ways.

“The War Prayer,” actually written in 1905 but unpublished, remained in family archives after his death in 1910 as dangerous for his literary reputation. It reached readers rather obscurely in 1916, tacked onto another Twain essay, and took on a new relevance when narrated for PBS viewers in 1981. It has emerged repeatedly in short films since then, but most notably as an animated short in 2007, narrated by actor-activist Peter Coyote and starring no one less than the Beat poet and bohemian antiwar champion Lawrence Ferlinghetti, as the war-mongering parson.

Chwast is a fascinating and formidable artist to take on the task of illustration, in what must be regarded as an act of devotion to Twain. A mainstream illustrator publishing in the “slicks” while still in his teens, Chwast did work for the New York Times and Esquire among other places, also creating a plethora of commercial designs from packaging to magazine covers to Broadway show posters. He and a sometime workmate at Esquire, Edward Sorel (himself later a Nation magazine regular) started their own operation, Push Pin Studios, in 1957 along with rising stars Milton Glaser and Robert Ruffins. It would be too much to say that Push Pin transformed exhibit advertising, but not too much to say that together with other artists, this team moved commercial art into new zones, more playful, more interesting than before.

Ever on the progressive side, Chwast took on the present task without adding a single comment of his own. All Twain Text and not so much of that. After an excerpt from the famous caustic essay “The Lowest Animal” (a date of the essay might have been helpful but might artistically intrusive,  and anyway remains uncertain even to scholars), we have a hundred pages of quotes running from a few words to a short paragraph.

Chwast has evidently thrown himself into the work with abandon. Early pages look like circus posters, announcing wars proudly like the American war posters of old, with wordless, cartoony facing pages. Later, he passes heavily into pastels, the voice of the prophet (seen bearded) in suggesting what the “voice of the prophet” means for those who pray for military victory.

What follows, for almost the rest of the book, is Chwast’s drawings of war and destruction, predominantly in stark blacks and whites. Then more color pages of war’s victims looking to the heavens, “imploring thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it—for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord. Blast their hopes, blight their lives…” (pp.72-77) and so onward.

This is Twain’s explanation or exploration of religion as basically a cheat, especially Judeo-Christian religion for the reason that he knew it best. A cheat in many things, but above all in the praises of war, the warriors, humanity in war, and so on. We could add, into the endlessly terrifying night of our present world, as a particular kind of Jewish artist might see the misuses of religion now.

This is something new for Twain-illustrated books, despite the many earlier illustrations of his works. We see again, in Twain’s spare prose that no better American writer has ever emerged. A novelist who still makes  vaunted modernists like Saul Bellow read like amateurs, and whose caustic attack on falsities finds an equal only in the best moments of Kurt Vonnegut.

Chwast has a past dossier of recaptured and reworked images from a thousand sources that have crossed his eyes. Never has his political energy been on display so clearly and with so much concentrated energy. Mark Twain’s War Prayer is a book horribly relevant, horribly significant in its art and for today’s world.

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LET’S MAKE BREAD! book review

Let’s Make Bread! w Ken Forkish. a Sarah Becan. Ten Speed Press. 160pp. $22.

The inherent goodness of breaking bread with another person is something I think we can all agree on. In this age of outrageous polarity, it is those basics of life that will see us through and hold us together. Bread, the staff of life, is the subject of a wonderful new comic book cookbook. In this marvel of a guidebook, you will learn everything you need to run your own little slice of heaven out of your home kitchen.

All of us amateur bakers have a big bag of flour sitting on a shelf. You buy it and then what? It’s so big. Why don’t they ever make smaller bags for just one or two projects? Well, with this new book, you’ll get into an easy to manage baking habit that will see you going back again and again for more and more flour. You will intimately get to know and celebrate the basic ingredients needed for glorious bread treats.

Procrastination is the joy killer of many an unfulfilled impulse to bake. Well, don’t let that happen to you. Have you put off your bread-making dreams out of an idea the whole endeavor is too complicated? Well, fear no more because this is easier than you might think and this book will prove it to you. This book will dazzle you and inspire you through the magic of concise use of words and pictures. Yes, you read that right. It’s been proven time and again that people have a very positive response to highly accessible and appealing presentation. You give someone a fun and crisp comics adaptation of something they’ve been intending to do and that comics version of the very same instructions will be what finally gets that person off the couch and into the kitchen.

People appreciate and respect authority more often than you might think too. That’s why you’ve got a bread expert, Ken Forkish, author of Flour Water Salt Yeast (winner of both a James Beard and IACP award) as your guide. Plus, you have Sarah Becan, an expert in her own right as an illustrator and author of a number of foodie books, and an illustrator featured in such magazines as Saveur and Eater. And keep in mind that when we’re talking bread, we’re also talking pizza. If you’ve ever contemplated making your own pizza dough, here’s your big break. It’s all in the steps you follow, especially how to let the dough settle and rise. I have been searching for these secrets and I’ve found them here. Or maybe the secrets to making bacon bread, raisin-pecan bread, or corn kernel bread, among many more, will grab you. This is an utterly delightful, and useful, book for any skill level, no prior knowledge required. What more could you want in a bread book? This book does far more than scratch the surface. This is your ultimate bread book.

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Advocate by Eddie Ahn comics review

Advocate. Eddie Ahn. Ten Speed Graphic. 2024. 208pp. $24.99

Eddie Ahn learned early on that the only way to really make a difference demands hard work and dedication fueled by passion. You see that zeal on every page of his debut graphic memoir. Taken as a whole, the book runs at a steady clip which evokes the life of a bright and sensitive young man determined to help his family and community. What’s remarkable is that Eddie Ahn managed to put in the time and energy to become both a successful environmental lawyer in San Francisco and a brilliant cartoonist. This is the story of the titular advocate and storyteller.

With great humor and insight, Ahn seamlessly takes the reader along for a ride that covers his journey of self-discovery. Comics, especially nonfiction comics, tends to be a balancing act of editing and boiling down to the prime facts while not losing any of the flavor. So, you have here a wonderful back and forth narrative wave dipping down to a granular level then back up to a big picture view and so on. Ahn is not afraid to shift the timeline as needed and do some nonlinear fancy footwork. There’s one segment where the story is comparing events a decade apart: a medical trauma that Ahn experienced in 2008 compared to a medical trauma experience by his mother in 2017 and it works beautifully. A lot of this story deals with family and how one person’s journey is influenced by decisions made going back generations. In that sense, seeing one’s destiny as the culmination of countless decisions, illuminates Ahn’s circuitous path that led him to his relatively unlikely but quite successful career in fighting for environmental social justice.

Coming from a mixed race background as I do, my father Anglo and my mother Mexican, I can certainly relate to Ahn’s point of view as he sees life through the prism of a Korean American. That strangers-in-a-strange-land saga, that is the legacy of the immigrant experience, is evoked so well by Ahn as he shares his parents’ vision, ambition and struggles, always striving for and measuring success. When have you reached your goal? Once you have achieved the American dream of buying a house? Once you have amassed enough wealth that you can easily purchase a new luxury car as a thank you gift to your parents? Ahn dissects all these efforts, misgivings, and calculations along that ladder climb to success. This book, both inspiring and highly entertaining, is his final report card to his beloved parents. Advocate is not what I expected at first. It’s a refreshing and riveting read, just the sort of unexpected read that will make you want to make your own difference in the world.

Advocate is available as of April 16, 2024, published by Ten Speed Graphic, an imprint of Penguin Random House.

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Leela Corman: On Comics and VICTORY PARADE

Leela Corman is a painter, comics maker, and educator. She teaches at the Rhode Island School of Design and the Sequential Artist Workshop. She is the creator of numerous works of autobiographical and fictional comics, including Victory Parade (Schocken-Pantheon, 2024), You Are Not A Guest (Fieldmouse Press, 2023), Unterzakhn (Schocken-Pantheon, 2012) and We All Wish For Deadly Force (Retrofit/Big Planet, 2016).

It is a distinct honor to get to chat with Leela Corman. I admire her work and respect her uncompromising vision. If you want to focus on one contemporary artist-cartoonist, then Leela Corman is a primary choice. Keep in mind that this is the category of comics that concerns itself with creating works of art, serious works within the comics medium.

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The Werewolf at Dusk by David Small book review

The Werewolf at Dusk and Other Stories. David Small. Liveright. New York. 2024. 175pp. $25

One great way to approach David Small’s delightful new “graphic novel” is as a collection of bedtime fairy tales for discerning adults. And, no, I am not inferring that this is a book to keep away from the youngest readers. There is nothing explicit to be found here. What I mean is that this is a delicious book for world-weary folks who want to be entranced by a dance made up of words and pictures. There’s nothing pretentious to be found here either. Just a very smart, whimsical foray, beginning with the titular tale involving a werewolf who has somehow outlived its purpose, just too long in the tooth.

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