Well, I'm being shallow, obviously, but keep in mind that I'm saying the following in the context of this blog and this blog only. There are LOTS of things to be REAL mad about in this world which don't involve comics: blockbuster films, for instance... Kidding!...
Anyway, here's the thing (and I've never seen or heard, or seen and heard at the same time, anyone saying this, so, prepare yourselves for a first!): I hate it when a television show, or a Podcast, or whatever mass media you can think of, invites an intellectual celebrity (a famous writer or philosopher, or academic, or critic, you get the gist...) to a show about comics and he (it's usually a he, because, you know... girls don't read comics) says comics are marvelous, etc... because, he liked reading comics soooo much when he was a child.
It's très chic to like what the ignoramuses like, you know? Deep down he thinks comics are crap, but the show is inexorably settled and it, as usual, must go on...
Maybe more than saying inanities about comics (how could it be otherwise if they didn't pick up a comic in decades?) what bothers me the most is the condescension. His highness deigned to descend from his high horse and visit the populace. What I have to say to him is "put your crappy childish comics where they belong: namely, up your ass!".
Sunday, May 13, 2018
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Thursday, April 5, 2018
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Who's the author of a comic? It depends, it may go from one person to several... Let's see, there's: the plotter, the scripter, the penciller, the inker, the letterer, the colorist, not to mention the editor, the art director, and, maybe, a couple more I'm forgetting...
Let's look at the below page again:
Let's look at the below page again:
Earl Duvall (w and p), Al Taliaferro (i), unknown colorist, "Silly Symphonies", March 6, 1932.
The authors are Earl Duvall, Al Taliaferro, and a few more people we know nothing about. Why is that? Because those who wrote about these things over the years were completely obtuse. They used mule blinkers to see the drawings and only the drawings. No one else mattered. They were color blind too because, over the years, they couldn't care less for colorists.
Any reprint that doesn't respect the work of all involved (and I mean, ALL people) is a fake in my book.
Earl Duvall (w and p), Al Taliaferro (i), Summer Hinton (c), "Silly Symphonies", March 6, 1932, as reprinted in Walt Disney's Comics And Stories # 604, August 1996.
In the above reprint the colors were completely changed. The work of one of the authors was erased creating a fake page. Was Summer Hinton active in 1932? Even if she was, did she work on this page? Even if she worked on this page, did she color it as we see above in the newspaper repro? Obviously not.
Yvan Alagbé interviewed by The New York Times.
The real canon of comics emerges here and there, that's true, but the false canon prevails and, considering the barbaric times in which we are living now, it will continue doing so, at least during my life time.
Friday, March 9, 2018
Here's what Frédéric Pajak says at the end of his Intro to the Oeuvres 1 book (my translation):
It's true that Buzzelli wasn't recognized enough as an artist and it's true that he is a bit forgotten. With the exception of some small printrun examples, over the last thirty years his work hasn't been republished. How could we have endured all this time in the ignorance of this lucid, funnily exasperated, visionary spirit?Well, the explanation is quite simple: comics readers have been idiots. Once I hoped they stopped being so, but all hope is gone now.