The Death Ray by Daniel Clowes

Insomnia (getting old, huh) and the fact I left my Buddha book vol.3 somewhere else pushed me to read the newly published Death Ray comic. Always liked Daniel Clowes, but rather on the small format story size, like 1-2 paged pieces, where he writes about typical loser type of guys and girls and manages to be as smart-alec and cynical as one can possibly be. Here’s a corny example, but for mature audiences only!

However, it seemed to me that adolescent nihilism that Clowes is renowned for (Ghost World and that kind of stuff) mixed so and so with the masked vigilante story here. My initial feeling is – the book got a bit clumsy, and that’s probably why, though The Death Ray first appeared in Eightball Mag in 2004, it was reissued as a standalone piece just now. However – and that must not be disregarded – that I may be too sleepy and thus not too appreciative of a true cult classic-to-be )))

All in all, Andy the masked vigilante is no Kick-ass, just to be clear – more of a Ghost World meets science fiction movies of the 50s. Wikipedia says Jack Black bought movie rights, so we’ll see.

One thing is impeccable though – art style. Need to read the Wilson book I bought some time ago that keeps lying on the magazine rack in the WC. I will.

And yes, I will continue to buy whatever new book of his that goes out.


Buddha vol.2: The Four Encounters by Osamu Tezuka

I keep on slowly reading the Buddha books, however, I more and more realize I definitely like it his less than Tezuka’s ultra gripping Adolf series, or MW (gas attacks do remind of Aum Shinrikyo – published 10 year ahead of the attacks) or my favorite Ode to Kirihito.

Why? Don’t really like this gag element Tezuka adds to drawings and text sometimes, in an attempt to appeal to younger audience – I would prefer Buddha’s life story to develop with all possible seriousness.

Overall – more dead rabbits and dead people, brutality to lower classes (the rising 99% movement, huh?) and finally – Siddhartha becomes a monk. Oh well.


Buddha vol.1: Kapilavastu by Osamu Tezuka

Embarked on a long journey – Osamu Tezuka’s Buddha series is 8 volumes long – over 3000 pages in total – and thicker than Nakazawa’s 10-book-long Barefoot Gen, so I will break my record.

Three main events in this book – suicide bunny, Siddhartha is born, Chapra dies. Oh well.

Btw, one guy made a video for the bunny sacrifice piece. Hm.

PS: Praise for Buddha in Time mag.


Paying for It by Chester Brown

What a wholesome book. Best comic strip I’ve read this year, totally – many other contestants included. Indeed, it’s more than one book – it’s two, packed under a single cover.

The full title of this gem, which is the actual book that is being marketed and sold (D & Q remains the best publishing house for serious comic strips, every new title just proves that again and again), is Paying for it. A comic-strip memoir about being a john. Now, I realize how unbelievably dumb that sounds – but I have not given a single thought what this book was about until I started reading it. Really. Just bought Chester Brown’s new book on amazon, no thoughts ’bout it. Well, the usual me.

I should say, it takes a guy certain deal of courage to write and put out such a book. Why? Cause people are judgmental and mean, and there are not too many open-minded folks (and publishers) in this world who would want to market a book about its author’s 15-year long sexual encounters with prostitutes, chronologically described, and how now his life-long commitment is to paid sex only. Yes, I know Márquez put out Memoria de mis putas tristes – but it ain’t an autobiographic graphic novel, is it?

The comic rocks – it’s extremely sincere, open and truly libertarian in its views. But it’s just one half of the story. The other half – or the other book, whichever you call it – just adds to its glory. The comic strip ends on page 225, and on the next 40+ pages (called appendix) Brown expresses his extremely libertarian and pro-human-rights points of view, all aimed at disambiguation of prejudice related to paid sex industry and its proponents. Views so clearly elaborated that it would have made the good old Alisa Rosenbaum proud. Take this small piece on marriage and partner selection, for example – here goes Dagny, huh?

All in all, an absolute gem. Prior to that, I only read Brown’s I Never Liked You, but now I’m ordering whatever I can get my hands on to.

P.S. NY Times review about it – and a couple of pages from the book.


Love from the Shadows by Gilbert Hernandez

Now, I’ve never ever read Hernandez before – and I thought – well, I should. So why not start with his latest 2011 book, huh? Ummm, not.

While it’s barely an hour’s read for the mere 120 pages and little text, by god, this hour keeps you guessing – should I continue? The plot is impossible to convey – here’s what the publisher says:

The third in Gilbert Hernandez’s line of original hardcovers featuring Love and Rockets’ “Fritz” in her guise as a Z-movie actress (the first two were Chance in Hell and The Troublemakers) is a trippy thriller that stars Fritz in no fewer than three roles.

A beautiful waitress (Fritz, of course) and her hospital nurse brother (also Fritz) visit their estranged father, a once successful but now retired writer (amazingly enough, also Fritz), in order to find out the true reason why their mother committed suicide. When dad’s health fails, the siblings are then more concerned with the money he might leave them.

The story weaves in and out of reality and hallucination and possibly back in forth in time, and to complicate things further, the sister is sexually obsessed with a mysterious man throughout the tale — or is it her brother (at one point posing as his sister so that he might gain his and her inheritance) that is so hot and bothered by this mystery stud? And that’s only the tip of the iceberg. There’s also a venture into ghost territory, with frauds bilking the gullible and Fritz’s character(s) right in the middle.

To complete the pulp gestalt, the book’s cover illustration is a painting by Pulp Fiction artist Steven Martinez (he painted the portrait of Marsellus Wallace’s wife Mia Wallace [Uma Thurman] that hangs in their house and which Vincent Vega [John Travolta] scrutinizes while he waits for Mia).

Now, the memorable quote from this book is, of course, the vampire passage here – can’t help but agree 😉

What I don’t agree upon, though, is the statement above that the book’s “pulp gestalt” gets completed by an innocent cover painting (nothing to do with the book, save, well, for the bra size) – the “pulp gestalt” is a sex scene followed by execution of a guy by bow and arrows that would have probably left both Mishima and Pat Bateman in a state of frenzy – Mishima-wise, San Sebastian’s classic paintings are not even close – pages 110 to 115, to be precise. I would want to add “enjoy”, but something tells me I shouldn’t. To avoid necessity of cautionary disclaimers, I guess I’ll post the least harmful page – the rest (before and after), I leave to your (sick?) imagination.


X’ed Out by Charles Burns

New Charles Burns book is a bit raw and difficult to understand. Just like this old Memento movie, but all the sequences are mixed up and don't seem to relate much to each other. The answer is simple – X'ed Out is just the beginning, part 1 of a bigger serialized graphic novel, so it has far too little merit for now on standalone basis.

Well, we'll wait for more, as Burns' longer work (yes, what else, Black Hole, a dark and mesmerizing comic masterpiece) was a total page turner , while his shorter stuff like Skin Deep turned out to be much less sound.

Picture-wise, hard to argue with the whole of world wide web that Burns paid homage to Tintin – however, if the Belgian fellow were indeed involved, this one would've been called “Tintin in the land of drug fueled nightmares“. True so.

 


Запретное искусство Виктории Ломаско и Антона Николаева

Превосходная книга, живо свидетельствующая о том, что у нас в головах, что у нас приходах – ну и, как следствие, что у нас в судах. Комикс, нарисованный во время суда над Юрием Самодуровым и Андреем Ерофеевым, решившимися в наше богоизбранной и богобоязненной стране, в городе ни много ни мало Третьем Риме, провести выставку современного искусства – и получившие за это по башке и от попов всевозможных, и от Родины вдогонку.

Книга даже не про попов – этих у нас хватает – книга про суд. В этом вопросе напоминает мегаизвестный комикс Guy Delisle про Северную Корею. Хорошо хоть не расстреляли голубчиков.

Но по теме попов, нетерпимых к и жаждущих крови неверующих художников и галеристов – добавлю тут немного от “великого русского поэта”, вот уж неожиданный гость тут.

Идет Балда, покрякивает,
А поп, завидя Балду, вскакивает,
За попадью прячется,
Со страху корячится.
Балда его тут отыскал,
Отдал оброк, платы требовать стал.
Бедный поп
Подставил лоб:
С первого щелка
Прыгнул поп до потолка;
Со второго щелка
Лишился поп языка;
А с третьего щелка
Вышибло ум у старика.

Ну и пара memorable картинок – да простят меня авторы – но в гугле этих картинок куда больше.