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Democratic Socialists of America: A Graphic History

The fight continues. For those interested in learning some history of the progressive movement in the United States, a new comic book is out. A press release follows by the National Political Education Committee (NPEC):

NPEC is excited to announce that Democratic Socialists of America: A Graphic History is here and ready for chapters to be used in their political education. This comic, completed with financial support from the DSA Fund plus research and input from many generations of DSA members, was written and penned by Paul Buhle and Raymond Tyler with illustrations by Noah Van Sciver.

This is a 24-page online graphic history of DSA that can be used to give members a quick overview of our origins and campaigns. This is a fantastic and fun tool for new and experienced people to learn about DSA’s history and development and the dynamic force it is today.

View the Democratic Socialists of America: A Graphic History here

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Carol Lay and MY TIME MACHINE interview

Carol Lay has set the bar high for time travel novels and, no doubt, time travel graphic novels. I would not be surprised to find out that this book ends up joining the ranks of time travel movies. As we move further along in an ever-expanding tech-laden and crisis-prone world, we seem to have an insatiable desire for time travel stories. Well, then grab this book! And, if you should need a little more convincing, please stop by the Comics Grinder YouTube channel and check out my interview with Carol Lay.

MY TIME MACHINE, published by Fantagraphics Books, is one of the best contemporary time travel stories I’ve ever read, whatever the medium used to tell it.

We keep the chat light and easygoing and, given the subject matter, we find ourselves naturally covering a lot of ground. If you are new to H.G.Wells, or a diehard fan of time travel and science fiction, we’ve got you covered. This is one of my most fun interviews with one of the best cartoonists in the business. As an added bonus for those readers familiar with the original novel, and the 1960 movie for that matter, you can consider Lay’s book, as she states, “a sort of sequel to the original in that my book treats those events as if they had really happened and my story is a continuation.” Lay goes on to say that climate change plays a pivotal role in her story. “H.G. Wells was very interested in science. He carefully studied Darwin. He basically wanted to go into the future to see how humans evolved. In my story, I wanted to go into the future to see how the planet evolved.”

Like I suggest in my review of this book, it’s really nice when you have an auteur cartoonist like Lay (in full command of both writing and artwork) who knows just how to dive into the good stuff. Creating a work of comics at this level is a lot of work but it can also be a lot fun. That’s the whole point to all this: it’s gotta be fun! At some crucial level, the story is moving along at an undeniable and highly compelling pace. You do not have to be a fan of science fiction to get into this book. If you love a good story that is as much character-driven as it is quirky and confronting big issues, then this will appeal to you.

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MY TIME MACHINE by Carol Lay graphic novel review

My Time Machine. Carol Lay. Fantagraphics. 168pp. $24.99.

I be time travelin’. Carol Lay‘s debut graphic novel makes the case for jumpin’ on board that time travel machine if you should get the chance. While seemingly downright casual about the whole thing, Lay’s adventure comes fully loaded with serious considerations on theory, sober insights and plenty of What If? scenarios. This is time travelin’ after all! And who better to suit up with than such a stellar cartoonist as Carol Lay? Best known for her comic strips (find current work at GoComics), this book lets Lay shine in the full-fledged graphic novel format.

Yep, you need someone who is really into the whole concept of time travel in order to have a truly awesome time travel story. Lay delivers right from the opening pages that depict her in the far, far distant future, just her inside her time machine on some desolate landscape. What now? When now? Instantly, we get a sly nod to the familiar: whatever she’s doing, it’s running on an app from her phone. Moving right along, she runs commands from her iPad. Lay has her alter ego kept at bay with enough comforting high tech to keep her in a chill and relatively matter-of-fact mindset. Time traveling can be seen as just one big, albeit massive, status check.

It turns out sly humor can do wonders and it definitely fuels much of what goes on here as you might expect. But it’s not jokey humor. It’s more of a point of view, like the world-weary wisecracks from a co-worker you’ve grown to love. When you think about the best time travel stories, they’re often far more understated than the genre would seem to suggest. As much as Lay’s alter ego is excited about the possibility of killing Hitler, once the time travel option is in play, she’s really more preoccupied with her own lot in life. It seems rather short-sighted, right? But it proves rather impossible to avoid, all the same. Rob, her ex-husband and closest friend, would agree.

The story’s time machine is a result of Rob’s handiwork. He, fairly nonchalantly, rigs it up in his spare time. Not a big deal, really, when you know what you’re doing. And that very wry and dry humor, I must say, is the most fantastical aspect to this graphic novel and gives it a special charm. You could say this is science fiction with the mature adult in mind who has seen it all, needs to skip over all the dancing around, and is ready to get right to it. This is truly sci-fi for grown-ups! The two main characters are of a certain age, spry enough to still think of themselves as middle-aged yet humbled to know better. For them, time has become more precious. Sure, time can’t help but get wasted but, at least, they’re wise enough to know better, which is a big part of this time travel tale. I welcome more of these kind of stories from writers and cartoonists, especially those of a certain vintage and viewpoint.

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World War 3 Illustrated #54 comics review

World War 3 Now?, #54, 2024.  World War 3 Illustrated. 250pp, $25.00. Distributed by AK Press.

Guest review by Paul Buhle

The very launch of World War 3 Illustrated in 1979 offered a grim view of the future. Sadly, not much has altered for the better since then. We are now in a most perilous situation, and the annual comics anthology offers a way to look at things and, just possibly, also offers some potential ways out.

Many of the contributors to WW3 remain from its long-ago origins, most evidently Seth Tobocman and Sabrina Jones. One might risk calling them the darker and lighter spirits of the team, respectively. How WW3 has evolved through the decades is mostly through globalizing. Once mostly if never entirely North American in its artists and subjects, it has become a truly global anthology. Lots from the Middle East, not surprisingly. More from Latin America.

One of the most striking pieces, by Nico Donatti, treats the Bolsonaro years in Brazil. The Trump-inspired rightwing politician and his movement looked to wipe out as much of the Amazon rainforest as profitable, deal the last final blow to the surviving tribes, and blame the social unrest on “Communists.”  Happily, Bolsanaro went down in defeat. Yet the regional peril remains, as we see in the pages of Carlo Quispe and Nadia Rondon, two Peruvian artist/activists. They depict the continuing role of colonization launched by Spain centuries ago and very much alive in the violent repression of protesters. As of the present, new changes in the laws give the judicial branch the ability to blunt environmental laws in the name of profit and international investments.

It gets worse, if possible. Certainly around color pages on the climate protests in New York City and the violent assaults upon Palestinian civilians. Like the treatment of the war in the Ukraine, these are studies of people under attack. With good reason, many depictions of fear appear in these pages, but none worse than the fear and terror experienced by an Israeli woman who sees nothing good in the narrative of revenge and hope. Only a change of mood that will bring the hostages home can offer hope.  Maisara Baroud and Mohammed Sabannet offer visual treatments of Gaza, and readers may shudder as they turn the pages.

I am drawn (as always) to Sabrina Jones’s work, because of her unique comic art style but also because her intense humanism finds a basis for redemption. Here, a deteriorating old building in the Lower East Side is repeatedly revived by artists and musicians until…it was snatched up by a random billionaire. And yet the struggle of 9th Street continues, as it has since the labor uprising of Tompkins Square Park in 1873.

There’s more here, almost incomprehensibly more. Another familiar contributor, Susan Simensky Bietela, offers a hard look at her adopted Milwaukee, how the Republican convention brought out the worst in a city proudly governed by socialists, only a century ago. Near the end of the book, Kevin Pyle shows us a “wasteland” in New Jersey, close to Manhattan, somehow remarkably become a haven for birds and other species who can live in the marshes untouched by suburban life.  “Nobonzo,” a non-gendered artist, closes the book  by renewing the “beautiful idea”of anarchism reborn for the near End Times. Two children learn about the ideas of Kropotkin among others, with this pregnant thought:

“Rather than looking at history backwards, starting with the conclusion, when everything we love will have ceased to exist, let’s begin from the present moment; Let’s become capable of action in the context we’re in….The real content of utopia is the concrete actions it enables you to take.” Along with the very final one: “There will always be something beautiful.” We need to hold that thought.

Paul Buhle

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MrBallen Presents: Strange, Dark & Mysterious, The Graphic Stories book review

MrBallen Presents: Strange, Dark & Mysterious, The Graphic Stories. MrBallen. Art by Andrea Mutti. Ten Speed Graphic. 2024. $24.99.

I have known a few Navy Seals and they’re all charismatic and full of energy which is what John B. Allen, aka MrBallen, is all about. MrBallen is very likable and enthusiastic and he’s got that Wow factor so very few podcasters truly have, leaving them in the dust. What I always tell my creative friends interested in pursuing a blog, or more, is to be themselves. That is so true of MrBallen. The dude is one hundred percent authentic.  Watch an episode of MrBallen and see for yourself, if you have not already. The moment I started to check out one of his videos, I got that high energy vibe. MrBallen can’t sit still and is hyper-focused on whatever subject he’s tackling on his mega-popular YouTube channel, MrBallen: gripping stories most likely having to do with an adventure, perhaps some ghosts and probably a bloody aftermath. A new book is out collecting some of his best stories in a comic book format. So, as a comics expert, if I do say so myself, I wanted to see just how well a comics adaptation would hold up. Well, it takes me back to some of the best comics from my childhood and beyond. Some stuff you just can’t get enough of.

Sometimes you just want a very scary story to give you a chill. You’ve come to the right place. With each passing year, it seems harder to achieve this unsettling feeling within mass entertainment. In this case, the trick is to keep to the facts, and remain hyper-focused, just like MrBallen. Let the story do the work. People don’t have time for much else when it comes to a spooky story, especially one that is based on actual events. So, that’s what you get from MrBallen’s show and that is what you get from this graphic adaptation, with crisp to-the-point artwork with just the right amount of atmosphere and artistry. Yes, this might be a guilty pleasure but it needs to be delivered with style. Artist Andrea Mutti does just that. So, pick your poison from the glorious past, from Tales from the Crypt to Weird Science to True Crime. The best of the best find a way to just roll with it and so it is with MrBallen’s collection of creepy tales.

In fact, maybe more to the point, think of Ripley’s Believe It or Not. Yeah, MrBallen is presenting a new and improved version of believe-it-or-not content for the 21st century and it sure looks like it’s working. Interesting enough how a lot of these stories date back to the turn of the last century. I’m sure MrBallen would have done great as an editor or host on a true crime type of show on the radio or in pulp fiction. Lucky for us, we’ve got him in the here and now to present such stories as “The Valley of Headless Men.” This first story in the book features a Bermuda Triangle kind of spot where generations of greedy gold prospectors go to untimely deaths. Tucked away deep within Canada’s Northwest Territories is a heavily wooded area surrounded by mountains in a very secluded area near a river. It is picturesque as hell but very difficult to leave once you’ve forced your way in. The ultimate reward awaiting anyone who makes it that far is dying a gruesome death. Yep, it’s the sort of story that will satisfy an itch to be spooked.

As I suggest, MrBallen is playing with a proven method of storytelling going back, in our modern era, to pulp fiction but going even further back to ancient folklore. Yes, there’s definitely something for anyone looking for a good scare. This is a great book to enjoy on its own or as a companion to MrBallen’s phenomenally popular show or just to kick back with during the Halloween season.

But let’s end on a high note, shall we? How about the story, “Thorns,” set deep, deep within a scary German forest? Like many of MrBallen’s scary tales, they may have roots going back hundreds of years but can also have taken place fairly recently. Such is the case with Elsa, a young woman who simply wanted to enjoy being a camp counselor. Her story is very simple but also very unsettling. Basically, we get to know her a bit and follow her in an attempt at getting a good night’s sleep out in the woods. That is not to be the case. The whole time, Elsa is fighting off a nightmare about being forced to wear a crown of thorns cutting deep into her head. It’s brutal and it seems to have no end. That is until she wakes up and finds out what is actually going on. Well, you’ll want to read further for yourself. All in all, a fine little Halloween tale as is the case with the rest of this super scary book. Just like its host and creator, MrBallen, this book is the real deal.

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Dash Shaw interview

“You know how to read a comic. But what is your eye actually doing? That’s something I think about all the time.” Dash Shaw is not only talking about the mechanics of comics but a way of seeing. He goes on: “A classic example would be where you have on the right side of a two-page spread some sort of splash, someone has shot at something. And on the left side you have a six-panel grid. We know the rules of reading comics tell you to start reading from the left side. But your eye will go directly to the right side to see whatever the surprise happens to be.”

Dash Shaw is a cartoonist and animator. His new graphic novel is Blurry, published by New York Review Comics (review), is a story about various characters going about their life struggles who perhaps share an amorphous connection of sorts. Nothing obvious is going on here. Nothing is either too funny or too sad; it’s life at a moderate level and it’s within this world that the characters navigate. To evoke this in a graphic novel is a daunting task but, for Shaw, Blurry turns out to be a tour de force work, an evolution of the multi-layered storytelling many readers took notice of when Shaw’s first major work was released in 2008, Bottomless Belly Button.

From small insignificant moments . . .

. . . a life unfolds.

Creating comics at this level is a constant looking to see where the eye is going: what is being observed; who is saying what to whom; what is really happening or imagined. And it’s also just as much about setting a tone. “Nothing is too low or too high in this comic. It’s an ambient tone, like a Brian Eno album. I wanted it to be a pleasant environment with nothing too dramatic happening, a place you could enjoy inhabiting.”

Towards the end of our conversation, I cut to the essence of what was running through my mind before, and during, our chat: the tension between the earnest and the ironic. In Shaw’s work, from what I can tell, there’s a very real conflict between an inclination to tell a sincere story and a compulsion to throw a little water on things with a bit of irony. Shaw responds: “That tension of the ironic and the earnest. I think about it all the time. It’s the story of my life.” Well, ultimately, Shaw is no fan of biting satire. That’s just too much. But a little bit of irony can add some spice, especially certain formal devices that give the reader a slight nudge. In the end, however, a meaningful story must emerge. And so it does with Blurry.

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Elise and the New Partisans book review

Elise and the New Partisans. Dominique Grange and Jacques Tardi. Translated by Jenna Allen. Seattle: Fantagraphics, 2024. 179pp, $29.95.

Guest Review by Paul Buhle

The advance publicity on this book suggests that every new volume drawn by Jacques Tardi is a literary event, in this case very much a political event as well. Tardi is a famed French illustrator and comic artist, best known on this side of the pond for his grueling portrayal of soldiers in the First World War. His collaborator, a veteran musician, theatrical personage and above all political agitator, has obviously offered Tardi a story of her generational experience. She is or could be Elise of the title, but more likely, this is a collective recollection.

The “French ’68,” so vividly publicized at the time as the rebellion of the young, including slogans like “The More I Make Love, The More I Want to Make Revolution,” with the photo of a young man and women kissing, obviously behind a Paris barricade. It may seem preposterous now. But the sentiments of the moment perfectly suited the utopian hopes that rattled through Germany, Czechoslovakia, Italy, Scandinavia and at least the campuses of the US (and Canada) along with the college settings of France far from Paris. De Gaulle fled to Germany, industrial workers went out (or occupied the factories) and then…it all came to a halt, more or less.

There is no doubt that the rebellious moment changed college education. In France, it was said no one before 1970 could possibly be allowed to write a dissertation on comic art. After 1970, hardly anything could be forbidden, also true, perhaps more true, about sex and fashion. Underground comix,  barely emerging in 1969 with a few books and semi-regular appearances on the underground press, fairly led the global project of repudiating all previously existing limitations or comic art censorship.

We have more trouble remembering “the Militants,” as the hard core were called in France and some other places. In truth, millions of them far from Europe and North America, experiencing something similar across the global map. The utopian expectations but also the willingness to take risks confronting authorities of all kinds, are especially foggy in collective memory. Even more so with Elise and her many counterparts who rose up bravely to defend minority populations, to fight the cops who had no compunction in their brutality, but also pledged themselves, often enough, to….Chairman Mao.

Grange and Tardi offer us a text, narrative and visual, of great historical importance and great candor. Grange begins back in 1958 when, as a kid, she realizes how terrible the conditions of Algerians are in the Nanterre slums and how closely this bears upon the pitiless conflict in Algeria itself. Some thirty thousand slum-dwellers, called to action by the Algerian rebels, streamed into the city, met by police who took great pleasure in bashing heads and shooting into a crowd in retreat.

Campus radicals in the US, hailing the traditions of the Abolitionists, had nothing so vivid as the French, with their sense of history, the hallowed saga of repeated revolts and repeated horrors brought back to memory—all the way to the French Revolution. One French memory was not so far away in time, and gave spirit to the 1960s demonstrators as well as the title of this book: the Partisan antifascists all across Europe. Young  French radicals recalled to memory the conservatives who made their peace with the Germans and turned over the Jews, stealing Jewish property in the meantime.

It is difficult for Americans to appreciate this point fully, and its connections with the Left. In France of the 1960s, the much-damaged reputation of the Communist Party (including constant apologies for the USSR) retained, nevertheless, the collective memory of vast wartime courage, self-sacrifice, and the skills acquired in the Spanish Civil War (1936-39) remained vivid in some quarters. And of the Popular Front that brought protections and gains to the mass of ordinary people, as the New Deal did in the US.

A major theme of the comic is the duality of the Communist Party presence. Party leaders called out thousands, sometimes tens of thousands of workers, and others against police brutality and various anti-working class issues. The same Party leaders repeatedly pulled back at moments of extreme crisis. They were looking to the next election or stuck in bureaucratic top-down command styles not so different from the AFL-CIO. Thus, a major motif of The New Partisans is the appeal to rank-and-file Communists against the leaders.

The other motif is the life of the ardent feminist, musician, singer and agitator of the title. She is always on the run, often from the authorities and when not, moving from one emerging struggle to another. She is ignorant and/or foolish enough to get herself injured trying to make a bomb. She is brave enough to expose herself to official violence dozens of times through the book and perform, indeed create, a rebellious culture for ordinary radicals and bystanders.

Her grandfather, remembered fondly, taught her music, both traditional French songs and political songs. In boarding school, she was already singing the ballads of indigenous peoples in South America, recalling the resistance to the European invaders. Like the rest of us her cohort in the 1950s, she was listening to American blues records including the political ones about racism and war. This reviewer was, too, and feels the thrill of recognition in the international significance of African-American music.

Her musician friends join her in singing at huge rallies in 1968-69, moving on to factories that workers had seized, and then onward, city after city, finding and creating crowds in the process. “DOWN WITH THE POLICE STATE, DOWN WITH THE POLICE STATE,” phrases they could barely utter in Avignon before the club-swinging cops closed in. A festival crowd may possibly have “heard” the old tunes and the dance melodies, the reels, as much as the political verses. Elise and her friends were revolutionary entertainers.

She recalls most of all, perhaps, that when they abandoned the big cities for the small towns,  seeking escape from the authorities, they were greeted warmly by ordinary folk who came to see the cheaply-made documentary films and the music from the heart of the struggles. In municipal halls, in barns and in village squares, the celebratory atmosphere continued for one historical moment. Change was possible!

Our heroine and her friends create and sell their own records (“for 3 Francs”) and agitate at Vincennes, a university opened to all by protest. Soon, however, she is arrested, dragged away to a hospital repurposed as a holding center, beaten and insulted by waiting police. Taking another tack, she becomes a Maoist and  moves into factory work, as youngsters of the time were urged to do. In short order, she is abused ideologically, by her new comrades, for not being rigid enough. She endures.

A new wave of factory struggles, in 1970, leads to one last round of music-making and one last grand round of repression. This time old-timers from the 1940s Resistance come out in protest. By 1971, many banners read “We Are the New Partisans.”

It is easy to forget—we got a milder dose in the Reaganism still years ahead—that European neo-fascist movements made their opening move of today’s ominous renewal just at this moment. These were the “forces of order,” and immigrant workers would be their main victims, anticipating Le Pen’s slogans and rise to influence in the current century. As for our heroine, she finds herself sentenced to prison in Lyon, with her mother now visiting regularly.

Writing songs for fellow prisoners is, in a sense, the parting act for the book. One struggle after another follows, the most militant as likely to be protests over the US coup in Chile as the continuing strikes and takeovers in factories. The comic recalls, on the last page, that by 1978,  a handful of repentant and well-paid Parisian intellectuals had gained popularity by “trying to erase our traces by downplaying or ridiculing the revolutionary spirit of an entire generation.” (p.170).

I’ve skipped over a mini-career editing BD Comics, a comics magazine to rival (or counter) the hugely popular but more sexist and mean spirited Charlie Hebdo. Her partner/lover, a comic artist, falls apart and eventually dies of a drug overdose. On a nearby page, she renounces the very bad side of Maoism. But these are only incidents in a seeming endless life of struggle. It is the life she knows.

If Elise and the New Partisans is surely not altogether autobiographical—more properly the saga of a revolutionary generation now reaching an old age—it might as well be. The youngsters were real, in their aspirations, their support for besieged populations everywhere, and just as real in some of their unwise tactics and ideological obsessions.  Jacques Tardi  and Dominque Grange have done a great thing bringing their stories back to life.

Paul Buhle was editor/publisher of the SDS journal Radical America.

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Blurry by Dash Shaw graphic novel review

Blurry. Dash Shaw. New York Review Comics. 2024. 480 pp. $34.95.

Dash Shaw is one of our most interesting, and fearlessly experimental, auteur cartoonists. At this point in his career, any new book is a big deal, and deservedly so. Blurry is quintessential Dash Shaw with its moody and enigmatic vibe, a refinement of what began with his debut graphic novel, the family saga, Bottomless Belly Button, back in 2008. What new tricks will he pull out of his hat this time? Shaw is someone who takes his work seriously, almost as seriously as his followers. I say this because I think he operates with a healthy dose of irreverence and gets on with making the work and lets the comics cognoscenti do what they do. Comics, the actual creation of comics, has a way of keeping you honest. If you roll up your sleeves and just dive into the art process, any sense of preciousness should fall by the wayside.

As much as some comics scholars talk about comic strips as the source to the comics medium, they rarely pay much attention to contemporary cartoonists who do comic strips. The conversation quickly turns to something that is thought to be more high-minded. These same comics scholars view an elegant and mysterious version of comics by someone like Dash Shaw, and their delicate antennas go straight up, gravitating to the latest big score of “art comics” to pontificate over. Anyway, it’s good to bring this up since Shaw, you can’t deny it, is one of the most celebrated artist-cartoonists. With that in mind, what often turns out to be the most intriguing thing here is how the story is told rather than the story itself, much like a poem. In this case, Shaw presents the reader with a disparate group of individuals, all engaging in their own quiet and subtle ways, with no obvious throughline connecting everyone to each other. This is a story as much about mood as it is about motivation, which makes perfect sense to me. Shaw has, throughout his career, maintained a deceptively simple style which, I think, acts as a good ballast to offset the more esoteric nature of his storytelling.

But a story takes shape as you plunge into this nearly 500-page comics tome. Shaw has a penchant for the sprawling saga, sprinkling it with the less obvious bits of flotsam and jetsam of life. By its very nature, “flotsam and jetsam” keep a low profile until perhaps a precocious storyteller makes hay out of it. And Shaw makes excellent hay. Keep in mind that this graphic novel is a collection of stories of seemingly random individuals who, bit by bit, become more and more interconnected by seemingly random bits. Given that Shaw is determined to evoke the chaos of real life, some of these stories fall flat in their quotidian understatement. But that is the whole point, like a sadder than sad Chris Ware comic. Still, like in real life, gems emerge. Shaw is among the best in employing the tools of comics. You could create quite a heated panel discussion at your next comics art festival on his use of the four-panel grid. So, if you’re a follower of such comics connoisseurs as Frank Santoro, there is much to love here. That said, with Shaw’s keen satirical wit and overall social observation, there is much to love here too on that level alone. Enjoy it as a rad soap opera if you wish. There are enough pages here to have you feeling like you’re bingeing your latest favorite show.

The writer’s life.

My favorite gem among this collection of character vignettes is the plight of professional writer Christie Oliver, something of an alter ego for Shaw. Among all the characters who are scrutinized here, it seems to me that she manages to pluck the most out of her situation, which isn’t all that bad: a writer who gains some success from being picked up by a prestigous publisher and then must navigate her way to sustaining her early promise. Christie ends up using a technique to get out of a rut that is also utilized by a different character, Fiona, in a modest yet stressful place in her own life. So, each character, in their own way, no matter how meaningless their life may seem, is up to something, trying things out, doing interesting things.

Along with Dash Shaw, Derek Kirk Kim is another cartoonist I greatly admire. Recently, Kim told me that one of the most satisfying works in comics can involve bringing together parties that have no obvious connection–and then finding it. He was referring not only to his own masterful graphic novel, Same Difference, but also to Gene Luen Yang’s American Born Chinese. Both books revolve around a group of disparate characters who, at first, don’t seem to share anything in common. And so it is with Blurry. For a long and extended amount of time, Blurry takes us down one existential rabbit hole after another. It is a series of prolonged moments which brings to mind another favorite auteur cartoonist, Paul Pope. Part of his bag of tricks includes this stretching of time, which is most prevalent in manga and anime. Shaw presents us with characters who are having trouble with an assortment of life struggles including the most simple of tasks, like deciding on a flavor of ice cream, which becomes an endless pondering, requiring a good deal of stretching of time, a predicament that keeps popping up and actually runs through the entire length of the book. You can’t miss it. All these characters, at least at first, seem to lack the fortitude to contend with anything substantial but that is exactly what they will need to acquire in order to make more sense of each of their lives–and there lies the bigger picture, the whole shooting match, and what will connect each and every one of these characters. Well worth sticking around to see how that turns out.

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SPX 2024: M. Jacob Alvarez comics

The Atheist’s Guide to the Old Testament

M. Jacob Alvarez is a longtime cartoonist who always has something new and interesting up his sleeve. For this year’s Small Press Expo, he has two new minicomics to debut: The Atheist’s Guide to the Old Testament and Mae the Master. Find Alvarez at Table W37B. As a fellow cartoonist with a similar penchant for exploring and dissecting, it’s great to follow Alvarez’s various pursuits. These two books could not be more different from each other and yet they share certain qualities. So, if you haven’t already made plans, and happen to be in the DC metro area, consider Small Press Expo, Sept 14-15, and seek out the work of M. Jacob Alvarez.
The Atheist’s Guide to the Old Testament. M. Jacob Alvarez. Hypnospiral Comics. 36pp. $6.
I have read more of The Bible than I might give myself credit for. I have certainly not read it from cover to cover nor do I have plans to do so anytime soon. Thanks to M. Jacob Alvarez, I need not worry if I’m missing out, at least not as far as the Old Testament is concerned. In his handy dandy minicomic, Alvarez covers all the highlights and then some. And, as is his way, he can’t help but dive into related matters. There’s a bonus section on the I Ching and a brief history of magic.
Mae the Master. M. Jacob Alvarez. Hypnospiral Comics. 28pp. Free.
If you treated your passion in life like a religion, then it might involve this next work by M. Jacob Alvarez. As he told me himself, this comic is more than just a love letter to manga and anime: “Mae the Master is about devoting yourself to an art you love, having your whole social life be that art, but never ‘making it.’ Dragon Ball Z is full of interesting characters who have obtained near God-like power through training and self-discipline. Without fail, after their initial appearance and threat, they fall behind the main character (Goku) and are treated as a joke.”  Alvarez relates this dynamic back to the rough and tumble of stand-up comedy where he endured the harsh competition between comedians. Well, every industry has its rough and tumble dynamic with competitors and gatekeepers. Alvarez’s comics demonstrate a happy warrior, confident in his worth, and in it for the love of the game.

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Dorothy Day: Radical Devotion book review

Dorothy Day: Radical Devotion.  By Jeffry Odell Korgen and Christopher Cardinale, with Friar Mike Lasky. New York/Mahwah: The Paulist Press, 2024. 106pp. $16.95.

Guest review by Paul Buhle

A most unusual comic! These days, meaning the last fifty years, Dorothy Day (1897-1980) has slipped out of the news but also into an official Church process,  now a decade old, of literally making her a Saint. Jeffry Korgen, the principal (and official) activist to push for her sainthood, is also the moving force here. Seen in this light, it would appear  a daunting responsibility for a comic. But Korgen and artist Christopher Cardinale measure up to the task.

The beautifully written and drawn story takes us back to her youth,  where as a child, she survives the Bay Area earthquake and what became known as the Great Fire. The comic passes over her time in my own hometown of Urbana, Illinois (she also seems to have found the place dull, and left after two years of college), to arrive in Manhattan in 1916 as a would-be journalist. She “discovers” poverty and makes her own first effort to provide a sympathetic, empathetic journalism of support. In her way, she will always be a muckraker, in the honored tradition of going and talking to the impoverished and exploited about their lives, and honestly reporting what she learns. Soon she will invite them into her life.

For many of her devotees beyond the Church or any religion, however, her days in Greenwich Village have always stood out. Never again a place like this in the 1910s, never a crowd like this, with bold art, theatrical experiments, modern dance and radical politics mixed together with low rents. Young Dorothy supported both the egalitarian Industrial Workers of the World and the Socialist Party (working for a while for its Daily Call). A staffer for the brilliant artistic Masses magazine, she tries to keep it going as the ostensibly liberal Woodrow Wilson administration, launching the Red Scare, prosecutes the editors for opposing US entry into the First World War.

Many of the readers of The Eleventh Pregnancy (1924), her famed semi-fictional novel and of lively writings about her life dwell upon her time with Eugene O’Neill. Then the nation’s greatest social-minded playwright (Arthur Miller and Tony Kushner among others follow him and receive the same conservative outrage), O’Neill attracts her to the Provincetown Players. She could have been an actress! That is, if modesty had not set her on another road.

Several gripping pages show Dorothy in another campaign of the 1910s, for Woman Suffrage. In this one, the federal government really does jail her. In sharing the poverty of fellow up close inmates, she ponders the power of religion. It will take her a while yet to get to her calling. The Wilson administration, even amidst a fury of jailing thousands of union members, is successfully pressured to let the suffrage protesters go.

I could wish that the comic gave more time and space to the adventures that found her shortly after marrying money, traveling to Europe and writing her  novel, among the handful from the times still read as a guide to the Bohemians of the day. This follows a love affair, an abortion (purportedly by none less than Dr. Ben Reitman, Emma Goldman’s lover) and a failed attempt to suicide. A new lover, a baby and her insistence upon a baptism—against the father’s arguments— finds her convincingly alone, without the institutional connection that will soon enough be decisive for the rest of her life.

We learn, but only at the end of the book, that she remained, until the end of her time on earth, an intimate friend to leading Communist novelist and literary critic Mike Gold and of leading Communist Party official Elizabeth Gurley Flynn, the “girl Wobbly” of the 1910s who goes on to embrace Moscow. These friendships seem to me a decisive clue to the psychological mysteries of her character that have, in the face of considerable scholarship, remained somehow elusive. She takes part in the great Unemployed March of 1932 and seeks out one of the most curious and contradictory characters of the day, Peter Maurin. An fervent and, it must be considered, largely reactionary opponent of the mass strikes leading to the CIO, Maurin has another plan. Voluntary poverty, voluntary cooperation based on manual labor of a mostly agricultural character, all this looks something like an ecological, democratic vision. Or maybe not, depending on one’s view of mass life in the Middle Ages.

The Communists’ Daily Worker and its many counterparts in non-English languages of ethnic working class communities might not have possibly existed without the illusion of the USSR. The Catholic Worker, a weekly with an astonishing circulation that sometimes reached almost 200,000, based itself on another illusion, the voluntary cooperation that would, somehow, displace capitalist power.

The Catholic Worker, for those who now remember its thriving days, was lively and well-written, with appealing stories and quite wonderful illustrations. Peter Maurin did not even like it! But the Hospitality Houses of his inspiration had a great appeal. The “CW” brought in the most progressive figures of the Church, a remarkable thing for a historical moment when antiSemitism had a powerful influence, far beyond the considerable reach of famed radio evangelist Father Coughlin. That the CW would support the Sit Down Strikes and even help lead a reform movement of seamen against their typically corrupt (but avowedly Catholic) AFL bosses testified to her determination and savvy.

Indeed, somehow, with friends on high, she managed it, as she supported the the Spanish Republic when most of the Church, including the Pope, openly favored Franco and his anticommunist partners, the Fascists. She managed an antiwar sentiment, then ardent advocacy of Conscientious Objectors, even as the Second World War embraced the nation and the world.

Pacifism and antiwar sentiment of the Cold War years, even more than the existence of the Hospitality Houses, the civil rights movement and the continuing struggle against poverty, defined Day in the public eye through most of the following decades. The New Yorker took her up as a “personality” as the Cold War deepened. The FBI pursued her, albeit without the harassment and public “investigations” that hounded members and former members of the Left, emphatically including unionists.

Hitting the fifty year age mark in 1956, Day built the Catholic Worker movement as a writer and a public personality, perpetually on tour. Today’s “Nuns on a Bus” owes a lot to her historical inspiration, as does the wide embrace of Liberation Theology during the last decades of the twentieth century. City officials in Manhattan in the 1950s plotted to shut down the movement by shuttering the Hospitality Houses for code violations. She was put on trial very much like her contemporaries…the publishers of comic books.

Her civil rights activity and her opposition to the Vietnam War would offer the last, grand moments of her public life. She would not back down in her opposition, even her support of fellow Catholics who burned draft center documents, and met verbal assaults verbally by the all-powerful Cardinal Spellman.

The Pope, the newest Pope, was more or less on her side. She gained a powerful new ally in Cesar Chavez and his farm workers’ movement. There, in the religious faith of the mostly Chicano workers, she may have found the radicalism lacking in the Church’s own anticommunist Labor Schools and the notorious collaboration with the FBI and Chamber of Commerce to take down unwanted union leaders.

Day was, finally, more than an icon, and as we near the end of the comic, we are reminded that hers is very much a story with many twists and turns—but less in her than in the worlds around her. Someone told me an anecdote about the “sainting” process that would have surely made Dorothy laugh.  One of the big bishops, probably one advanced by the dark knight of reaction, Pope Benedict, wanted to halt the sainthood process because Dorothy was a “harlot,” that is a bohemian, in her young days.   If not a free lover, she was at least someone who did not marry the father. How dare the Church honor her! The elderly bishop was reminded that if she DID become a saint, it would seriously endanger his celestial status, more or less forever: a very convincing argument indeed. Dorothy passed muster, even with him.

In the wonderful, final pages of Dorothy Day: Radical Devotion, we find her at death’s door and beyond, her wake attended by the likes of I.F. Stone and Abbie Hoffman. She had become the counterpart, perhaps, of Woody Guthrie, saints needed for the continuing guidance of their example, words and deeds. From the (continuing) Hospitality Houses to the fiercely persecuted Keystone Pipeline protesters, her story goes on and on.

Paul Buhle

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