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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 All the cinephiles were besides themselves as they admired what was, if we’re being honest, a very dry, outdated and stilted film.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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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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PEPPER by Karl Stevens graphic novel review

Pepper. Karl Stevens. Toon Books – PenguinRandomHouse. 2026. 128pp. $19.99.

Karl Stevens is one of our most distinguished comic artists–and his humorous work is hilarious. Not a bad combination: great competence and he can make you laugh. A few years ago, he contributed a comic to the ongoing series, Drawn to MoMA, and shared this insight about how he gets his cat to say the darnedest things in his work: “When writing Penny’s inner monologues I try to walk that fine line between total ignorance and infinite wisdom. I tend to start out with her thinking that everything around her is new and wondrous, but then she’ll—by accident—say something that’s profound or witty. In other words, I try to approach her dialogue in the way a Surrealist would.” And therein lies a key, a portal if you will, into the latest work by Stevens.

Some comics just need to be out in the world, due to their sparkling originality. Pepper, by Karl Stevens, is one of them. There’s not a false note anywhere and it is such a pleasure to read. You just dive in and you’re transported into a world of visual treats, intriguing narrative and zany humor. Cat lover, or not, there’s something her for everyone.

It’s not easy to create a work such as this that can so fully immerse the reader. Karl Stevens has been creating comics for many years with great love and care. So, this stuff that you can genuinely give a hoot about, comes natural to him. The level of artistry in the drawing and writing is at the highest level. That has a lot to do with the fact that Stevens is a very well-rounded person with a strong liberal arts background. And, like any good writer, he’s learned a lot, and gained a lot of wisdom. It informs the vibe to his work, fluctuating on different cultural frequencies. Just as the air gets rarefied by a lofty observation, a perfect cutting remark brings it all down to size.

Here is where I need to jump in and say something about what a long strange trip it’s been. The last collected work of “cat comics,” if I should put it so rudely, from Karl Stevens was Penny: A Graphic Memoir, in 2021. I poured my heart out in a review and so glad that I did. I pointed out that the book was the culmination of years of creating an ongoing comic strip that appeared in The Village Voice (2016-17). It was the end of an era but, during that process, the comic strip took on a life of its own. A comic strip is a complicated device serving to entertain in the moment while also accumulating a bigger vision. By the time Penny came out as a book, it was a collection greater than the sum of its parts, speaking to one era and entering a new one, the COVID-BLM era, which aptly underscored Penny’s isolated and “privileged” status. And now here we are, all these years later, and a second Penny book is all the more in tune with its themes and areas of discourse. And still managing to keep its wits about it and striking the right balance.

The first half of this book is an all-out interstellar misadventure, thanks to the entry of Penny’s seeming long lost sister, Pepper. Here’s where it can get a little confusing since Pepper maintains she has been around all along and that Penny is so self-absorbed that she simply hadn’t noticed her! Well, notice her she does moving forward as Pepper proves to be a force to reckon with, able to open portals to other dimensions at will. In this case, hopping through a portal is essential and Penny and Pepper must prove to be up to the challenge.

The second half of the book brings the reader closer to home with a series of domestic scenes, a number of which can function as stand-alone vignettes. Penny gets to complain about Pepper. And, usually, Penny finds a way to keep Pepper in her place. And then there’s room for one final misadventure, again with Pepper leading the call to action. This time, Pepper urges Penny to make peace with her mother and so the two hop into another portal and do their best to connect Penny’s refined present with the humble origins of the past. Whether Penny will, or won’t, or is obligated to evolve, shake off any notions to being entitled, is really besides the point or maybe the whole point. If a house cat can’t enjoy just living an unencumbered life, filled with banality, then we are all surely the lesser for it.

Book Launch: Pepper by Karl Stevens, in conversation with Joel Christian Gill

Tuesday Oct 20th, 2026
6:30 – 8 PM
In Store Author Event

Join us for an evening of graphic novelists as we celebrate the launch of Pepper, the sequel to Karl Steven’s iconic Penny! Stevens will be in conversation with fellow artist Joel Christian Gill.

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, and their two cats, Penny and Pepper.

Joel Christian Gill is the Chair of the MFA in Visual Narrative at Boston University. He is a cartoonist and historian who speaks nationally on the importance of sharing stories. He is the author of the acclaimed memoir Fights: One Boy’s Triumph Over Violence, cited as one of the best graphic novels of 2020 by The New York Times and for which he was awarded the 2021 Cartoonist Studio Prize. He wrote the words and drew the pictures for Fast Enough: Bessie Stringfield’s First Ride and the award-winning graphic novel series Strange Fruit: Uncelebrated Narratives from Black History, and Tales of The Talented Tenth, which tell the stories of Bass Reeves, Bessie Stringfield, and Robert Smalls.

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WAKE NOW IN THE FIRE graphic novel review

Wake Now in the Fire: A Story of Censorship, Action, Love and Hope. By Jarrett Dapier and AJ Dungo. Ten Speed Press. 2026. 463pp. $39.95.

Review by Paul Buhle

Book Banning is very much in the news these days. We may usefully remember the controversy kicked off by student protests in 2013 when the Chicago school system somewhat mysteriously and without warning, banned Persepolis, Marjane Satrapi’s widely-read, universally admired graphic novel.

Crying in the classroom.

By a fateful tragedy, the passing of Satrapi, in Paris in March of 2026,  at age 56, came only a month after the publication of the book in question. We can hope she appreciated the splendid documentation of the Chicago struggle from the student point of view.  They made educational history with and through her work.

Marjane Satrapi (1969 — 2026)

The larger significance of Satrapi’s life and work still remains perhaps too recent to be fully absorbed by comics devotees and others around the world. Her life project across several media (she also wrote and directed films) is large, her life is too large, for easy comprehension. The first women comic artist’s work—or feminist comic work— to be read in dozens of languages, made into a much-admired animated film, landed like a political bombshell, if not entirely the kind the artist intended.

Marjane Satrapi repeatedly insisted that a US war against Iran would only worsen the condition of Iranians. The massive, heavily youthful rebellion against the hated Iranian Shah, imposed by the CIA upon Iranians in 1953, also became through Satrapi an artistic outcry against the Ayatollahs seizing power afterward. Western critics, even Western audiences, heard the second message by Satrapi but predictably almost blotted out the first, despite the protests of the artist herself.

Put that aside. As a graphic novel, Persepolis portrayed social struggles realistically, mirroring the work of Joe Sacco among others in tracing the tragedies of the region. More than that, the book touched a new generation, millions of young people discovering this new kind of comic and in large numbers wondering if they, too, might be agents of political and/or artistic creation.

The significance of Satrapi and Persepolis also returned the careful, probably older reader to mull the rise of modern comic art. In Wake Now In the Fire, a complex and stirring narrative of youthful self-revelations through the student activity around Persepolis also recalls comics and Chicago from another angle. Justin Green’s 1970s-80s recollections of Chicago (including a near-suburb, Skokie) arguably reinvented comics or at least a major trope within the Undergrounds. Recalling his painful teenage years and quasi-religious delusions, Green established a narrative tone for the very different personal revelations of Art Spiegelman, Alison Bechdel and Lynda Barry among others, artists recalling their youthful struggles. Today, women’s comics across the world seem especially intent on retracing the autobiographical thread, reinventing it in their own ways.

Crying in the classroom.

And here, curiously enough, is the story-behind-the-story of Wake Now In the Fire. The saga of a Chicago public school is, at first glance, most remarkable for its narrative. Students at a public prep school in 2013 come across Persepolis in class and not surprisingly begin to discuss the book’s contents and meaning. It is, after all, in part about Satrapi’s own youthful rebellion within the larger struggles. A higher-up in the Chicago educational system orders that class lessons on the book cease and copies be removed from school libraries, a foolish act with major consequences. Some copies are even burned.

The school system is rocked by petitions and even a street protest, with student unrest in one form or another continuing for months. NPR and local Chicago news media hop on the story of book-banning, rightly seeing a dangerous warning of worse to come in the future that turns out to be our present. Wake Now faithfully recounts all this, almost entirely through the lives and actions of adolescents themselves, elaborated in granular detail. The classes they attend (sometimes skip), their daily school social life and  their lives outside of school—often minority students in a city of prosperous white Chicagoans and cops suspicious of nonwhite youngsters’ actions—are seen sympathetically but also realistically. The dialogue crackles with teenage banter.

The art, at first seemingly  scaled-down detail with a reductive wash of blue tints with some red (used mainly for the cover of Persepolis copies), becomes more and more obviously an artist’s sensitive response to the daily lives of the students. They can be said to live blurry lives. Or perhaps (another theory of the reviewer) the saga encompassing a staggering 456pp simply could not yield crosshatching and other such artistic detail that would have taken a small army of artists.  In any case and in the face of this reviewer’s initial doubts, it works.

Writer/editor Jarrett Dapier, a figure among school librarians nationally even before the publication of this book and already a creator of children’s books hit with threats of censorship, would appear to have overseen every aspect of Wake Now. He acknowledges the artist as handicraftsman, but more than that. He has evidently worked at close range with AJ Dungo, already an award-winning artist of comics for young people.

The story triumphs as it slides into interpersonal relations of the students, and thence to a particular boy from what my parents’ generation invariably called “a broken home.” Mom had disappeared, and Dad, who himself had staged a personal campaign against the conservative effort of recent years to defund PBS and effectively ban Sesame Street, cannot handle the details of their daily lives. He crashes one day and is hospitalized, leaving the boy dependent upon family friends. Other such stories follow, less dramatic in some ways, more in others, like kids busted by Chicago cops for skate-boarding in public areas. It all seems starkly realistic to me.

Crying in the classroom.

The resulting conversations among teens about the meaning of book banning flow in and out of their other conversations and their actions on behalf of keeping the book in the Chicago school curriculum. It is clear, from early on, that the authorities feel threatened and their instinctive response is to slap down the threats in various ways while resorting only in the last instance to suspensions, expulsions and the usual tracking of troubled kids out of the system. They knew, in real life, that they were being watched.

The interactions of teachers and parents who clearly sympathize but whose lives are overflowing with other demands, offer fascinating psychological angles. These grown-ups are not good or bad. Even if their own personal, pedagogical projects are worthy, they have no time for the trouble. Uncertain, against their own better selves, they would clearly prefer having the students’ collective actions go away, be put aside, deferred for another day.

The students, for their part, have enormous difficulty getting themselves together. A young woman of color, facing a world of difficulties, refuses to give in easily to join a struggle led by a white classmate on his way to an elite college and a life of privilege. How can she trust him when he wants her to take chances with the authorities?

What saves the day is the spirit of student rebellion in a righteous cause of free speech/reading and the ways it allows the various contradictions of young people’s lives to be set aside or dealt with in useful ways.

Students rally around the idea that no book and no one should be censored, Muslim or Jew, black, brown or white. The administrative compromise, that the book will not be taught in seventh- or eighth-grade classes, is itself a victory. That the school administration of Chicago is actually eliminating most school libraries as a purported cost-cutting measure is an indication that even victories are limited.

Perhaps in that spirit, it is worth noting that Satrapi herself answered an appeal from a Chicago student to write a “public statement” (p.148) that “I am ashamed of people who take these kinds of decisions” of censorship. She knew these students, in crucial ways, and they knew her back.

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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Jared Sarnie interview: The Machine is Broken

Editor’s Note: If you’re heading out to Small Press Expo (September 12-13), be sure to see Jared Sarnie as part of the talented creators at the Fieldmouse Press table.

Jared Sarnie is the new kid on the block in the world of comics. His debut graphic novel is The Machine is Broken, published by Fieldmouse Press, a work that rewards rereading with its challenging subject matter and multi-layered approach. Sarnie appreciates that his story about euthanasia may not be for everyone but, at the same time, he hopes that any initial misunderstanding won’t stand in the way of trying out a thoughtful work in comics.

Jared Sarnie

Just like any worthwhile work that challenges the reader, there’s more than meets the eye beyond just checking out the cover and a quick flip-through, even a first reading. In the case of Sarnie’s 60-page graphic novella, he will be the first to admit that he’s tackling dangerous material. Any work that features suicide is already setting itself up for greater scrutiny. And to insert all manner of humor, some with an edgy quality and some with a deeper satirical bite, is going to complicate matters. I mean, the subject and the approach are at the deep end of the pool and this is Sarnie’s very first dive into comics. As he puts it during our chat, he was looking at creating a fully-formed work, as opposed to initial mini-comics, for the first book he released to the public. And that’s fair. Think of it as a young writer focusing on his first novel and not starting out with short stories.

Panel excerpt from The Machine is Broken.

Sarnie’s creative journey is that of someone who took a leap of faith and dove into comics with no prior background. While he does not have a specific history in the making of comics, he’s certainly proven to be a quick study. Sarnie shares about what he learned under the mentorship of the editors at Fieldmouse Press. Whatever Sarnie might have pulled from various mediums, whether from movies, books, or comics, at the end of the day, once he was pursuing his graphic novella in earnest, it was all about problem-solving through the lens of comics: color choices, lettering, pacing and composition. And, while the disruptive spirit is kept alive, there’s also the care on display in regards to making the whole thing add up as work of comics.

Page excerpt from The Machine is Broken.

What emerges from our conversation is a new kid on the block who is gaining ground. I think Sarnie presented himself with poise and thoughtful answers during our chat. I know that the whole process of promoting your book to the world is a job all to itself. You learn a lot along the way. But, if you believe in your work and in yourself, things have a way of falling into place. If you know you’re on the right track, it will resonate with other people. I know that Jared Sarnie is on the right track.

Seek out The Machine is Broken and see for yourself. So, I welcome you to check out the video by simply clicking the link above or checking out the audio wherever you get your podcasts. As always, your input is very important. If you have the time, please give our chat a View, Like and even a Comment. Thank you.

Bonus Track: At the very end of our chat, Jared provided an exclusive reveal, a bit of a clue about his next project. We’ll have to make do with this working title, The Man Who Killed Elliot Smith.

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Fantagraphics and the History of Comic Art (Part Two)

Love and Rockets propelled both the creators, Los Bros Hernandez, and the publisher, Fantagraphics.

Editor’s Note: This is a two-part look back at 50 years of the comics publisher, Fantagraphics. Part Two is by Henry Chamberlain.

Essay by Henry Chamberlain

No one cartoonist can fully represent the phenomenon that is the comics publisher Fantagraphics but each can speak to distinguishing traits, especially by drawing their own comics tribute or appearing on a panel at a comics convention. Even writers (myself included) for the comics publisher’s own separate magazine of comics criticism, The Comics Journal, will need to exercise special care in how they depict their boss. However, in the case of this publisher, being outspoken is part of the brand so there’s considerable leeway. Anyone at all familiar with this niche publisher will have their own ideas too. At the end of the day, there is much to be thankful and be grateful for regarding Fantagraphics as it marks its 50th anniversay. Huge inroads have been made in a greater appreciation of the comics medium and Fantagraphics remains a significant part of that process in the titles it publishes and in its own dissection and analysis of the art form.

16-year-old Gary Groth, circa 1970. Already contemplating a comics empire.

The story of the house that Gary Groth built is the stuff of legend. As a teenager, Groth was already leading the way at putting together comics conventions with the same zest and gusto as fellow kid entrepreneur Richard Alf on his path to leading the way to creating Comic-Con in San Diego. Gary Groth could have continued on a similar path but he was always more interested in publishing. Now, before we dig deeper, I must say that what Fantagraphics has gone on to accomplish, and continues to do so, is both breathtaking and staggering. It wasn’t just a one-off dumb luck success of snagging a comics talent at the right time. It was one success after another, year after year, bringing to the world precisely what Fantagraphics boasts as its tagline: “publisher of the world’s greatest cartoonists.”

I lived a great part of my life in Seattle, the headquarters for Fantagraphics, and I still live there in spirit. Anyway, I got to see firsthand what it was like for local cartoonists living in such close proximity to a legendary powerhouse in the world of independent comics publishing. I suppose that experience is what drives this essay. I think the feeling among cartoonists always runs the gamut from being some vague goal to get to network within the publisher inner circles to all-out battle plans to claw one’s way in and get work published. At Bumbershoot, for instance, the annual music (and arts) festival held at Seattle Center, cartoonists usually have more than one way to be part of some event that might allow them to draw attention to themselves and their work. Maybe, if they’re lucky, they will at least draw attention to themselves for some fleeting moments, such as dancing on stage as part of some comedy skit. So, that kind of frenetic energy is always brewing somewhere in the background, at all sorts of events in Seattle throughout the year, including Short Run, an annual comics festival, with related activities, which is one of the best comic arts festivals.

And the beat goes on with HATE by Peter Bagge.

Who might be fortunate enough to be chosen to join the ranks of the greatest cartoonists in the world? Well, the answer is complicated and no one can be sure how things will pan out, including Gary Groth. But, allowing for the process to work itself out, the right cartoonist at the right time may emerge. Dash Shaw walked right up to Gary Groth at a comics convention with a work-in-progress, Bottomless Belly Button. It worked for him. But it might not for you.

What has been impressed upon me over and over again is that sometimes a cartoonist may seem to be the last person you’d want to explain what comics are all about. Just like anyone else, they can overthink it and not even be sure how to be describe what a graphic novel is supposed to be. They’ll even think they haven’t read enough comics. But, once I’ve engaged with someone in an interview I’m hosting and we’ve managed to get past any misgivings, the guest does just fine. I’ve interviewed countless comic talent and that’s what I’ve discovered: some cartoonists are born conversationalists; while others prefer to let their comics speak for themselves. Is it any wonder then that when Fantagraphics set out to create a book to honor its 40th Anniversary, We Told You So: Comics As Art, it not only sought out comments from its roster of cartoonists but it also sought out comics from them. There was no need for cartoonists to worry if they’d read enough comics. They could just let their comics do a lot of the talking for them. Believe me, if you’ve ever created comics, which I have and still do, more than half the battle is won. Yes, you can consider yourself something of an expert on comics!

Noah Van Sciver pays tribute to Fantagraphics.

In fact, any comics reviewer who has never created comics will always be at a disadvantage. They will always come at the work as a consumer, not a participant. It makes it doubly hard to appreciate certain things, everything from why a comics creator might struggle with how to depict a scene to the motivations that compel the cartoonist to persevere. Not really knowing what it’s like to be a cartoonist does make one thing a lot easier: to dish out an over-the-top harsh review. It’s the ye ole savage critic school of comics criticism and that kind of criticism has been a hallmark at The Comics Journal. I think it’s great that we can all give ourselves some distance from that particular style of writing. I think the usual review from the new crop of writers at The Comics Journal is invested more in insight than controversy only for the sake of controversy. That’s not to say a reviewer needs to hold back but there’s something to be said for retracting one’s claws. All that said, if you’re writing about comics, you’re ahead of the game of those who only talk about comics. We’ve reached a glut in comics talking heads now that everyone has a podcast. Some are better than others, and the vast majority fade away. As for thinking and writing about comics, if you wisely use your skills, favor language and logic, anything is possible.

One thing you need to keep in mind is that there’s always been something gritty about Fantagraphics–or, more to the point, something grunge. We’re talking about Seattle, after all. When you get right down to it, the energy emitting from Fantagraphics was as much tied to the utter intensity that was grunge as anything else. Back in the early ’90s, it was a perfect storm of disaffected youth on a steady migration to the promised land of Seattle for those willing to take a leap of faith. Some had a plan (musicians, writers, painters and cartoonists) and others did not, being young was enough. All the creative people were interested in finding their tribe. It was at this critical time that The Center on Contemporary Art in collaboration with Fantagraphics, put on a show, “Misfit Lit,” a look at contemporary comic art (March 15 to May 4, 1991). The poster for the show echoed a self-conscious and overly self-deprecating vibe, a stance that dared the viewer to come closer and attracted more people than repelled. Not a perfect campaign to engage the general public but it got its fair share of notice. The rather staid Seattle Post-Intelligencer, in a Sunday supplement (June 1, 1992), summed up the mood with the headline: “In your face, Seattle; you’re becoming a capital of alternative comics.” And, even more than comics, it was the zeitgeist that supercharged everything.

Dan Clowes leading that pop culture wave.

When Geffen released Nirvana’s album Nevermind on September 24, 1991, it was a game changer. It would be on heavy rotation on the radio, in homes, cars, and Walkmans for months, even years, on KNDD, 107.7 FM, “The End.” On another musical note: The romantic comedy film Singles, featuring young people in love in Seattle, came out in theaters on September 18, 1992. The youthquake was happening in Seattle and everyone who loved Nirvana, and music from Sub Pop (which featured Dan Clowes art on album covers and in its ads), was into the new cool and edgy comics coming out of Fantagraphics (Hate, Eightball, Love and Rockets, Acme Novelty Library, Naughty Bits, Palestine, The Biological Show). Many people have fond memories of buying their music and comics from Tower Records in Seattle.

When it doubt, just return to what matters. For Fantagraphics, it’s been this stubborn persistence of vision. They simply did not want to succumb to the harsh realities that have wiped out other publishers in similar circumstances. These days are far more solid. Fantagraphics has fended off the threat of bankruptcy many times. And when its own distributor went belly up, they found a much better arrangement.

Cartoon in The Stranger on Fantagraphics financial woes, 2003, by Pat Moriarity.

Fantagraphics is now distributed to the book trade by W.W. Norton and to comics retailers by Lunar. It has been a uphill battle but the dark times have ushered in exciting new phases like the pioneering deluxe archival editions of George Herriman’s Krazy Kat, E.C. Segar’s Popeye, Charles Schulz’s Peanuts, and neglected classics from the Marvel Comics archives.  Fantagraphics is running more smoothly than ever and, with any luck, will be ready for the next challenge when it inevitably comes.

Part of the new wave of Fantagraphics titles: Cutting Season by Bhanu Pratap.

The biggest contribution that Fantagraphics has made, and continues to make, is leading the way in the distinction between mainstream superhero comics publishers and those publishers, creators and fans who prefer “alternative comics.” This is a term that I always stand by. I recall one academically-inclined friend not sure if the term had any gas in the tank. This was many years ago and I assured him it was the proper term and it was here to stay–and so it has. Some folks, looking here again at our more academically-inclined types, proclaim that comics are comics and that’s that. I don’t know what the motivation is in saying that unless one feels a great need not to offend this or that big publisher. But this is well beyond that. Alt-comics means something, if nothing more than an alternative to the Big Two superhero publishing empires we’ve all grown up with, Marvel and D.C. Comics. The superhero model is branded early on with some fans becoming instantly enthralled. The idea of having an alternative is more in step with seeing comics as an art form. Of course, anything is possible and the Big Two, from time to time, create masterful work that rises to the level of art. Overall, the superhero model is what it is, mostly a genre, which you can make of what you will. Alt-comics, as a rule, are striving to be offbeat, unconventional, experimental and appealing to more discerning adults. Fantagraphics has set out to publish the best alt-comics, year after year. For it to maintain that sense of purpose is its greatest accomplishment.

Eightball #23: The Death Ray by Daniel Clowes

So, I keep thinking about those aspiring cartoonists dancing on a stage hoping to get noticed one way or another. Well, to each and every one of these dreamers, I say enjoy the comics art form and let Fantagraphics lead the way. It is Fantagraphics that introduced Los Bro Hernandez to a wider audience. Along with so many other amazing talents like Dan Clowes, Chris Ware and Charles Burns. It is Fantagraphics that has set loose upon a reading public all manner of comics mayhem and majesty. It is all rooted in a genuine love for the comics medium. While it may seem to some readers that comics has had a rough time of it in gaining any sort of  legitimacy, I think it comes down to individual points of view.

Jim Woodring, one of the greatest cartoonists in world, demonstrates his giant pen.

For those in the know, the comics medium continues to evolve and prove itself time and time again, even if most people do not take great notice. The vast majority of readers are not going to appreciate comics in the same way as someone who regularly reads comics, let alone anyone who actually studies comics. And that brings us back to what is so special and remarkable about an independent publisher of the statue of Fantagraphics. Gary Groth and Michael Carton, a couple of comics experts to be sure, founded Fantagraphics in 1976. At that point, the term “graphic novel” did not even exist. Other comics connoisseurs would soon join the team: Eric Reynolds and Kim Thompson. And it was this expertise that would guide this upstart endeavor of a publishing house focused on comics with an independent voice. It was fine to review and comment about mainstream superhero comics but to go toe to toe with the Big Two comics giants by creating its own similar superheroes was never part of the vision. The vision was a work-in-progress and it had everything to do, and still does, with comics that are more offbeat, experimental and artful. So keep dancing, my wonderful dreamers, as there is plenty to dance about!

Henry Chamberlain

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Fantagraphics and the History of Comic Art (Part One)

An early sign of the future: Gary Groth’s Fantastic Adzine, 1971.

Editor’s Note: This is a two-part look back at 50 years of the comics publisher, Fantagraphics. Part One is by Paul Buhle. Next week, we’ll have Part Two by Henry Chamberlain.

Essay by Paul Buhle

2026 marks the fiftieth anniversary of the comics publisher, Fantagraphics, and that deserves more public attention, within the comics world and beyond. I would argue a larger point: when it comes to the scholarship of art, from art history to contemporary criticism, comics remain both recent and suspect.

The history of comics is, of course, full of interesting and sometimes depressing contradictions. Newspaper pages aside (not a topic here), comics as in comic books always seemed very much part of the larger pulp magazine world, at the low end where publications actually bought by kids would be found.  As such, they were suspect from almost the first moment of publication, during the later 1930s. Trouble was always on the way, and dire warnings began to emerge in popular magazines already in the early 1940s, warning against the corruption of young minds.

The Comics Code (1954-2011)

The anti-comics crusade, or rather anti-comic book crusade of the early 1950s surely did not rise to the level of Hitler’s burning of modern art in 1930s Germany.  For that matter, the spread of television broadcasting across the country by the middle 1950s would have marked the eclipse of comics’ Golden Age in sales and volume, in any event. That said,  the enactment and industry-wide acceptance of the Comics Code brought the end of the most creative and artistic comic projects. Soon enough, the attacks on  comics’ purported threats to culture and the young mind in particular would pass on to television (“chewing gum for the mind”) as a danger.

We can now look back on all this from some distance, and look back with scholarship on hand. Never considered an art, perhaps even by editors and artists themselves—even screenwriting was seen by the writers as a craft—it would not be treated as such almost until the close of the twentieth century and a bit beyond. We seem to be a lot further now, or are we?

The subsequent development of comic art has inspired a new and sometimes impressive scholarship. Two recent issues of scholarly journals, The American Book Review (Winter 2025, #46:4) and the Radical History Review (May, 2026, #155 ) offer serious, ongoing studies, mirroring the spread of scholarly efforts in several specialty journals in the US and abroad. Graduate students in a handful of fields, mainly English and Communications (under a variety of names like “Media and Communication”) work on college degrees, even advanced degrees, some doubtless hoping for jobs, teaching the subject.

Let us leave aside the glum prospect that the jobs may not ever come into existence in any real numbers. Undergraduates by the thousands nevertheless continue to take comics-study courses even as the liberal arts suffer assaults from within the academy and outside. Do conservative Christian academies teach conservative Christian comics? We do not know.

Comics history viewed clearly, a groundwork set for understanding what it means, might well start with Fantagraphics and its anniversary.

EC Fan-Addict Club

When I interviewed Harvey Kurtzman for the Oral History of the American Left archive (at New York University) in 1981, he kidded me about the use of the word “fan.” The word could only, he insisted, be a contraction of “fanatic.” True baseball fans, the category that I knew best and shared most in childhood, were clearly fanatics. And when EC comics launched its “Fan-Addict Club” in 1950, it pinpointed the most fanatical section of comics readers anywhere. Perhaps because Mad artists and editors met in person with fans, mostly in Greater New York, it was also a Jewish, cerebral thing, no matter how many members were geographically distant. The Letters Page in EC comics seemed to feature devotees from afar, including soldiers and sailors stationed anywhere in the Cold War world, doubtless probably seeking fellowship with fellow fanatics.

The Comics Journal, #58, 1980.

Here, then, we can jump ahead to the far-sighted founding of Fantagraphics in 1976. It could be seen as the successor to the  EC Fan-Addict Club, for the good reason that the founders greatly admired a handful of the artists of the old EC days. But it was, in this light, also a successor of a different kind. It would itself publish comics. And it would encourage the study of comic art through the pages of The Comics Journal (TCJ), launched the same year.

The Nostalgia Journal, Number 22, 1974.

Founded by Gary Groth and Michael Catron in College Park, MD,  TCJ moved several times before settling in Seattle in 1989. Groth himself had been a publisher, beginning as a teenager with a superhero fan magazine. There may be a deeply curious significance to the  actual launching of The Comics Journal by way of taking over an “adzine,” The Nostalgia Journal. But Groth had already been organizing comics festivals in the early 1970s.

The Comics Journal, Number 35, 1977.

There, in the festivals, is surely the hidden source of much else. We might trace the festival mode to the amateur writers (including sci-fi writers) creating and sending out their own fanzines—not yet called that—as far back as the 1920s. Were they lonely adolescent boys or older insular types nervous with people close up and eager to befriend at a safe distance? At any rate, fandom received a huge boost during the 1960s with new, mostly xeroxed sci-fi zines—replacing used Gestettners and ink— and, above all, fan gatherings.

The presence of fan sci-fi events in areas small or larger, in big cities or smallish towns, setting up their tables (and paying some fee to the venue) for other fan-publishers and just plain fans to look at, flip through, perhaps purchase or exchange for their own creations established a pattern. And the value of celebrity, alongside costumes among other curious behavior.

Groth was building upon this past, applied from sci-fi to comics, the two genres that shared a pulpy reputation with some “big names” that ordinary Americans would not likely recognize. The two genres also shared an avant-garde element previously unknown or at least little understood. Underground comix and their anti-establishment or avant-garde qualities could be viewed as counterparts to daring or rakish sci-fi novelists, Philip K. Dick and Ursula LeGuin among others. The 1960s, the popular anti-Establishment sentiment and the apparent collapse of censorship had opened the doors and young people in particular were eager to rush in, find new friends (or lovers) and dig into a kind of cultural examination.

Cultural Correspondence, Number 5, 1978.

My own small magazine, Cultural Correspondence (“the first cultural publication whose readers watched television without guilt”), 1975-82, largely the work of a group of history graduate students, set out the proposition that popular culture contained the possibilities of liberation, if we looked closely enough. To be theoretical: we were seeking to turn upside down Theodore Adorno’s insistence on the corrupting nature of popular culture, and if anyone remembered, Irving Howe’s curse at comics (in a 1949 issue of Politics magazine) as inherently degraded and degrading. It was a natural thing to interview Crumb, Bill Griiffith, Justin Green and assorted others, including women artists, of the underground.

We scholarly-minded comics devotees at large were all, in a way, following film studies’ rise during the 1950s-70s, from the mostly campus Film Clubs to scholarly endeavors. But with some of the same limitations: those who wanted to study the work and its creators constituted only a small portion of those who enjoyed films and comics.  And also: film studies had rapidly developed a down side of aestheticism, scholars who competed with each other and argued about details but especially pointed the finger at fan-amateurs. What else would university-level specializations mean?

Fantagraphics, for its part, managed somehow to avoid the obstacles and unleash the popular imagination about comics. The Hernandez Brothers, Daniel Clowes, Chris Ware and Charles Burns would pretty soon reach best-seller status, along with reprints from Peanuts, Donald Duck and many others.

Meanwhile, in the pages TCJ, later to be called, grandiosely, the “New York Times/Wall Street Journal of comics”— as a measure of value and sales—Harvey Pekar still had the space to curse Art Spiegelman and Maus. Even if any reader knew that Harvey, still making a living by working at the VA in Cleveland, was actually envious of Spiegelman’s critical and financial success. Even getting on Letterman repeatedly did not make Harvey any happier: he still had a 9 to 5 job and a mortgage.

By the mid-1980s, Fantagraphics had already launched the Jack Kirby Award for artistic achievement,  a crucial step toward the award system and the giant Comic-Cons of later decades. The role of fairly early staffer Eric Reynolds became notable, first as news editor for TCJ and then as the small and financially uncertain company’s needed marketing expert. Reynolds helped the company past the cyclical downturn of comics (among others, Denis Kitchen’s firm did not survive) with a brighter future in promise.

The Comics Journal, #177, 1995.

The distribution deal with WW Norton in 2001 fairly reflected the rise of “comic art” prompted, arguably, by Maus, a global market hit, and by Raw Magazine, an aesthetic bombshell. Comics had come of age, and global comic art took off spectacularly as well, even more on the web than the printed page.

Not to make too much of a name, the “Graphic Novel” had been born. Marjane Sartrapi, among those who did not enjoy this term, considered it to be an attempt to win the respect of the gentility in every sense, by promoting comics as “novels.” A fair charge. Seen more narrowly, the “GN” soon came to function as the coffee table book of the new century, or at least a large handful of the more vaunted comics did.

Some of those active in comics with serious artistic and/or educational aims would say that after comics became the Next New Thing (the business section of the New York Times eager to report on adapted comics superheroes hitting big numbers in Hollywood), the interest in comics faded somewhat. The intermittent interest nevertheless has seem to have remained, up to the present day, in the Obituaries. That is,  for fallen heroes and heroines of the field. Feature obits have always been a serious matter for the Times, artists as well as film-makers, advertising executives and scientists.

Today, over at Fantagraphics, Donald Duck’s further family adventures coexist with lesbian adventurers of another dimension or another century. More non-sequential comic art books seem to be emerging, further advancing the idea that comics and art, or for that matter comics and contemporary social drama (Joe Sacco’s real life depictions of troubled and doomed populations), have won a lasting place. Congratulations, Fantagraphics.

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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Like Swimmers by Dash Shaw graphic novel review

Like Swimmers. Dash Shaw. New York Review Comics. 2026. 120pp. $32.95.

Dash Shaw is creating his best work. His latest has him, once again, playing with mystery, in storytelling and in the comics medium itself. It begins with that first page with an exchange between two characters. For the first bit of dialogue, Shaw adds one of his distinctive footnotes just below the speech balloon. It’s an unconventional yet natural fit. The two characters are in awkward poses: so close to each other that the reader can only see one eye from a frontal view and one eye from a profile view. So close and yet so distant.

Dash Shaw’s people are exceptionally unexceptional, just average folks, the perfect foils for any worthwhile quirky, weird, noir comic. And that is exactly what this is. Shaw has created his own subgenre of subdued characters at odds with everything, including themselves. The icing on the cake this time around is that the whole thing is set during Covid. Back in 2020, I was in Seattle, one of the epicenters for highly dysfunctional behavior towards the pandemic. It wasn’t enough to wear a mask, maintain six feet away distance and get vaccinated. A lot of people really took on their roles as guardians of the galaxy to the limit. All you could do was accept it: the severely strained staring back, cloaked under a mask, the incredible added tension waiting in lines. Well, that was the case in so many places–and it remains so at various venues that perpetuate mask wearing as a performative act. For this story, the locale is Richmond, Virginia, a ground zero of its own with heightened levels of rage. If Orson Welles were still around, he would most definitely cook up a film set during Covid. For comics, Dash Shaw is our Orson Welles.

Does Shaw weigh in on the more zany aspects of the Covid era? Yes. Well, there’s so many to choose from and Shaw does a great job of gingerly picking and choosing his way through. Just admitting to the fact that Richmond is not a safe place to live, is haunted in more ways than one and has its share of more sketchy areas seems brave to address. Shaw points out that on any random night in Richmond, you could have a couch set on fire. It’s a matter-of-fact observation which is remarkable given how matter-of-fact observations are not in vogue. We like to think that our everyday lives were at a brink during Covid, upturned in such an unprecedented way, but we’re just living another version of its disruption today. Well, this is a Covid story but it doesn’t feel dated at all. We’re all still processing Covid. And, in its own way, this book helps.

Whatever troubled times we live in, a good mystery can help as we sort out things going on in our own lives. And we have a dandy of a mystery here. Mackenzie is a young woman who works from home as a web designer. Her little brother, Howie, lives with her and is drifting through life as a delivery person. He rides his bike. He makes deliveries. Then one day he meets Isa, an older married woman of means who is decidedly out of his league. Ultimately, Howie and Isa have an affair. Mackenzie is none too impressed nor pleased with this. Finally, almost a foreseen conclusion, Howie is found dead in his bedroom, apparently murdered but the police call it a suicide. And it is at this point that our story really kicks off.

For the love of Howie.

Another essential trait of a Dash Shaw comic is how every character matters, no matter what station in life. Howie, who plays a significant role in the plot is all but a minor player on the stage of life. He is the result of countless decisions that he made, and other factors, that leave him on the margins. And yet, like all of us, he matters to someone. He drives his sister, Mackenzie, into a tailspin as she embarks on a mission to solve the mystery of his death. As far as she was concerned, Howie was a simpleton but she dearly loves him.

Once Mackenzie takes it upon herself to do some detective work, she discovers that Howie was likely a little more complex than she imagined. Howie, deliciously naive and yet an enigma, the sort of character after Agatha Christie’s heart. Mackenzie digs deeper and, well, things get deeper. Shaw has a great time with giving Howie his due. This is a far stranger case than anyone suspected. After all, Howie was killed by a silver bullet. Howie is an absurd and tragic figure with a touch of the whimsical, a classic Shaw character if ever there was one.

For fans of Dash Shaw, this new book, so soon after the success of Blurry, is a great treat not to be missed.

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