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April 27, 2006
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While the writers have considerable enthusiasm for their subjects, they don't let it numb their critical faculties. Tossing away the shield of journalistic objectivity and refusing the shovel of fannish boosterism, they write in the hopes of starting honest and intelligent discussions about these oft-enjoyed but rarely examined artforms.


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But I’m going to suggest that they actually undertook an even more massive challenge: adapting Alan Moore and Dave Gibbons’ complex, sprawling medium- and genre-defining work for the screen - and completely missing its point.

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The Love Song of the Black Lagoon

Lagoon 2 80.jpgWe have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By gillmen wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
--sorta T.S. Eliot

Do you hear that? Off in the distance? A song too beautiful to be real but somehow... familiar? The song twines over the water, through the cattails and the woods, into the window, eighth notes swirling all around. The creature in the lagoon is singing. He's not dead after all and who are we to resist him and the “centuries of passion pent up in his savage heart?"

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Zahn's Star Wars; Or, Will This Death be Permanent?

coruscant-small.jpgA scrappy rebellion, a victory against an evil overlord, leftover spaceships in the dark outer reaches of the galaxy, warriors with extraordinary powers (nearly wiped out), now on the verge of a comeback. Laughs, thrills, moments of sadness, moments of sheer action. Exciting stuff! And oh yeah, it's a Star Wars tie-in novel.

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Stickhandlers

by Guy Leshinski

For many of us, the first thing we learned to draw was Homo Anorexia: the Stick Figure.

Stick figuring.A circle, a few straight lines, and there it was: a shaky but recognizable approximation of the human body. The Stick waltzed into our games (hangman), the surreptitious notes we passed around in class ("Mr. Biderman eats monkey spooge!") and, for a select few, the artwork we developed in adulthood. Many art schools still teach their students to begin with a Stick, to pose it like a skeletal Gumby before adding the flesh and fineries.

Like its cousin the smiley face, the Stick is an icon, pliant enough for a million uses. Its simplicity, however, has made it an emblem of artlessness. If anyone can draw it, the reasoning goes, why bother? Yet the emergence of a thriving alternative-comics industry has created an outlet -- and an audience -- for cartoonists who defy such conventions, even those who base their work on this touchstone of artistic ineptitude.

Sam Brown is one such deviant. Brown is a cartoonist and illustrator from Connecticut whose comics blog (http://www.explodingdog.com/) is a virtual Stick theatre, a collection of colourful panels with whimsical captions (a recent sample: "fairy on a mushroom looking at a butterfly or the stars") and a cast overrun with underdrawn toons. He makes his comics in Photoshop using a Wacom tablet, a digital drawing board with an electronic stylus -- hi-fi tools for such lo-fi work. The drawings are crude, which keeps his cartoons from becoming precious, though the panels are composed with obvious care, and his stories, some of which are available in booklets and sold through his site, are absorbing. One of his best, 2002's New Job, concerns a hapless office drone on his first day at work who is given the Kafkaesque task of finding something without being told what it is.

Brown's comics wobble between adult whimsy and children's lit. They would equally suit the head shop and the daycare. His work is sweet, slightly melancholy, and it proves one of comics' counterintuitive rules: the simpler the characters are drawn, the more the reader -- provided the story holds our interest -- will identify with them.

It's what comics theorist Scott McCloud calls amplification through simplification, the abstraction of an image to its essential "meaning" (one circle for a head, two smaller circles for eyes, etc.). This focuses our attention on just those bits, and encourages us to fill in the rest.

This certainly happens with Brown's comics. We read nuance into his characters' vacant faces, find expression in the slightest shift of the eyeballs' distance from the mouth, see grace in the scribbled hand rubbing the bottom of the circle (what we know instinctively is the chin). We even find ourselves coming to like these strange, empty vessels. They seem alive somehow, in a way the hyperarticulated work of a more technical cartoonist rarely does.

Vancouver's Dustin Ladd also draws Sticks, and he wants his to live in three dimensions. Ladd's strip is called Almost Evil (read it at http://www.dustinladd.com/). Its world is large and bare, as sparsely furnished as that of Peanuts, though the occasional prop (a fridge, a bureau) is exquisitely drawn. Sticking to what works.

The strip's essence, however, is our pre-caloric man. Each male figure sports the same earless head and rapier limbs. (The girls, at least, get mops of hair.) The contrast between these facile figures and their naturalistic environment is a constant source of yuks. Ladd trades often in puns, both verbal and visual -- especially ones that toy with the characters' relationship to their surrounding panels. In one memorable strip, a Stick steps out of his panel onto the blank page, only to start gasping for air and clawing back into the frame.

But Ladd doesn't trust his conceit as fully as Brown does. He notably gives his Sticks expressive, articulate hands, and accents their movements with a full glossary of motion lines and effects. What makes Brown's surface simplicity poignant is the care of its presentation and the equally austere story it helps tell. It gives us permission to overlook the artwork's glaring, intentional omissions. Ladd is afraid we might not get it. He wants to subvert the conventions of cartooning. But not enough to be called a hack.

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