Louis Riel: A Comic-Strip Biography by Chester Brown

Imagine a comic book on the story of Stepan Razin or, I dunno, the Decabrist movement. This is what this Louis Riel comic bio is – a story of a renowned Canadian freedom fighter, statesman and politician, hanged by the neck at the end.

Chester Brown has always claimed it to be his masterwork – maybe so indeed, but I prefer his autobio books like Paying For It much more.

Truth be told, Brown must’ve studied quite a few books on Riel – as it shows him with all the weaknesses and controversies. Ah, whatever – not the worst 1.5hr read I’ve had in my life.


Los Inocentes by Gipi

Los Inocentes, a twenty-or-so page-long comic book by Gipi conveniently translated from Italian into Spanish, is a short flashback by a young guy into his own and his friends' wasted youth in the street. How mean hateful people, especially those with power, can provoke children. How children retaliate.

In a sense, the story reminds me of Mathieu Kassovitz's perennial La Haine – or, for those who's seen it, El Bola by Achero Mañas – or, maybe in a more proper sense, Susanne Bier's breathtaking Hævnen.

The art, I'd say, is less prominent visually than that of Exterior Noche, recently read as well, but still quite unique for comic books – as too few are done in paint and not in pencil these days.

 


R.I.P.: Best of 1985-2004 by Thomas Ott

The R.I.P. anthology is a much darker and uglier set of crime/horror stories by Swiss author Thomas Ott than his other books like Cinema Panopticum or The Number.

Full of murder, hate, oppression, torture, suicide, and madness, these stories may repulse quite a few readers. The content is not so much different from a typical Alfred Hitchcock Presents / Tales from the Crypt kind of story, but in a comic book format, especially one drawn by Ott, the stories are much more graphic, disturbing and gory.

I copied here Clean Up!, not so sinister a tale that I was able to get from the book sampler – probably not the best in the collection, but still, it gives a very good idea what to expect.

 


Cinema Panopticum by Thomas Ott

I found Thomas Ott by pure accident, flipping through the shelves of Newbury Comics in Harvard Sq. The book I got myself back then had a fascinating cover and an intriguing title The Number 73304-23-4156-6-96-8 – and given it was a pricey hardcover packed in sealed cellophane, I couldn't sneak a peak – so I bought it just because of these two characteristics, cover and title. It was worth it – indeed, it was a hell of a read, as far as i remember – though, to be absolutely frank, I forgot the story entirely by now. Will re-visit.

Cinema Panopticum is a shorter book – took me 20-something minutes to flip it through. An intriguing collection of five short horror stories, drawn in line with Ott's unique style. No words used at all, the book is a classy silent movie in comic book format – and not a Chaplin one, but rather Eisenstein's or Vertov's. The content of the stories is quite Kafkian, to say the least, form and plot – and I wonder whether The Champion story was influenced by any chance by Guy Maddin's La Sombra Dolorosa short. Hm.

Absolutely enjoyable and fun.

 


Exterior Noche by Gipi

Made a quick revision of my comic book shelf (actually, shelves) just to realize I have 3 unread books by Gipi, an Italian author, translated into Spanish. Bought them in FNAC in Madrid maybe 5-6 years ago – and hasn't opened so far.

Started with Exterior Noche, a collection of six unrelated short stories – and boy, do they look awesome. Probably one of the most original and artsy comic books I have ever seen.

Stories are dark, delinquent related experiences, pure life without a long well-developed plot – rather, to find a proper comparison, they are pieces of raw flesh cut out and left there bleeding.

The multilayered style is also one of a kind. Beautiful dark blue background drawn in oil, with further pencil-like ugly faces added on top – Gipi himself says that he made sure no-one (especially women) looked anywhere close to sexy or handsome in his work.

I have Apuntes para una Historia de Guerra and Los Inocentes to read further – and now I definitely will.

 


Fair Weather by Joe Matt

Liked Joe Matt so much, decided to read another book of his this Sunday evening – a short comic memoir about his childhood called Fair Weather.

Turned out to be an easy going 100-or-so pageturner about two boys' weekend in suburban Pennsylvania. So charming, it reminded me a few Soviet childhood stories I read as a boy in late 80s – written in the post war Soviet Union, 50s to 70s, I guess, about kids looking for potential spies or exploring neighborhood basements etc etc. All those Soviet young commie propaganda authors long forgotten by all but myself. [sigh]

My honest opinion: this is a perfect comic book for a teenager to read – and can be as perfect for a grumpy old fellow like me who smiled sadly remembering his childhood long gone. Too much swearing for a children's book, some parents might say – oh well, I did swear as well as a youngster, if I remember correctly. Bikes, swearing and ножички, that was cool. Oh youth.

 


The Poor Bastard by Joe Matt

Joe Matt is merciless to himself – and I guess, gets more and more so with each book he writes (draws). The Poor Bastard precedes Spent, Matt's well known book depicting his lifelong addiction to masturbation and porn – and Bastard is from pre-Spent times, when Joe had girlfriends or aspired to have them at least.

The funniest is chapter 1, no doubt, The Girl from Ipanema story, describing Joe's big time crush on his girlfriend's Trish co-worker named Frankie – and how Trish finds out about this from a comic strip. Classic.

Funniest about it is that it turned out to be not a fictitious character – I did enjoy reading the interview with the original Frankie girl, who also found out about her being Joe's crush from this book.

Insecure and picky about girls' looks, Matt keeps on trying to find his one and only in bold and unsavvy moves. Overall, sheer fun. Sveta from Ivanovo отдыхает.

 

 


The Walking Dead vol. 15: We Find Ourselves by Robert Kirkman, Charlie Adlard and Cliff Rathburn

Only now I have laid my hands on Kirkman's TWD vol. 15 – quite some time after I watched seasons 1 and 2 of the joint Darabont / Kirkman extremely popular and gripping AMC show – which, I have to say, is very close to the book in spirit, but quite different in story line.

Just to mention a few plot differences – I keep on waiting for the show to saw off Rick's arm. Carl's been shot in the belly on the telly – in the book, it was a headshot he survived through. On TV, Dale died in the last season, devoured by a walker – and in the book, he also died, but slowly, first, bitten by a walker, and then cannibals ate his leg! Don't think Alabama housewives are prepared for that kind of gore in the zombiebox.

The surprise of this volume – and to put things in perspective, Lori has been dead for a while in the book – Rick makes out with Andrea – now that's the new twist of the melodrama the TV series lacks ))) TWD vol. 16 awaits to be read.

 

P.S. Whew, Sherlock, TWD vol. 16 was plain boring. Nothing to report.

 


Everybody is Stupid Except for Me by Peter Bagge

Peter Bagge is probably one of the funniest and smartest comic book authors ever – and where else would you find a libertarian artist like that? Ayn Rand must be proud.

In contrast to Buddie Bradley saga and his other fiction work described here previously, this book is fruit of quite different nature. In fact, Everybody is Stupid is not a comic book per se – it is a collection of short stories, 1 to 4 pages max, published in the '00s in the Reason magazine.

Sorted by themes of War, Sex, Arts, Business, Boondoggles, Tragedy, Politics, and Our Stupid Country, it is a must for all libertarian oriented minds, and those who like to ridicule both right- and left-wing hotheads (me, me, me!).

I know that goes well against the advertised libertarian values to which I tend to ascribe myself to, but I felt the need to copy paste 3 short vignettes right off the Reason's Bagge page where these comics are included. Sorry folks!

 


American Vampire Vol. 1 by Scott Snyder, Rafael Albuquerque and Stephen King

What pushed Stephen King to co-script a comic book, I don't know. This ain't the Shining, if you ask me.

For my taste, the book is mediocre – not because of art, but due to clumsy text and action. Winner of the Eisner award? Hm. Eisner wouldn't have liked it if he were still alive.

Too little to write home about, really. Roger out.