Everything’s Starting Now
July 1st, 2021
Resistance: A Graphic Novel – Kathryn Briggs and Val McDermid (Profile Books, 2021)
You didn’t need to be a prophet to write about a globe-fucking pandemic back in the pre-Covid era, as Val McDermid did when she presented Resistance as a radio play back in 2017. All you had to do was tune into the information in a way our government would find inconvenient at best and absurd at worst, implying as it must that photographs of the queen will not grant us dominion over all creatures great and small.
The timeliness of the story – written before we knew what a ball of Covid looked like, partially drawn during the first year of the pandemic, released in the second year – makes for a natural hook, but I suspect that some aspects will find their true resonance later on, when questions about antimicrobial resistance stop seeming even remotely distant or academic.
Val McDermid’s script wears its ambitions plainly – the dialogue is thick with research and the narrative progresses like a tightly controlled experiment. It falls to artist Kathryn Briggs, then, to provide visuals that make this science fiction vivid on the page. Thankfully Briggs is a restless and ambitious talent who works up a graphic language that shifts even faster than the situation described in the story. One minute we’re looking at medical science as thought it’s a cute, distant concept, something that dances around the edges of our lives…
…and then before we know it we are living in a plague-era fresco, trying to work out how and when we started to taste that grit in our mouths that might be sand and might be ashes:
It’s another phenomenal performance from Briggs, who we have praised before on this website, down the pub, and in the pages of the collected edition of Triskelion. Briggs’ art is alive with texture, but more than that it’s alive to life in all of its aspects. Her carefully observed figure-work and portraiture is of a piece with her information rich layouts and use of collage. In being attuned to what’s going on – in a way people will work very hard to convince our governments not to be, mind – Briggs takes us back to that prophetic feeling we may encounter when hearing about Resistance for the first time.
It’s a rush, of course. Seeing how things connect generally is, no matter how much money gets thrown at telling you otherwise. Still, it’s a double edged thing, this sensation. This sort awareness can’t help but prompt a fresh reckoning with our own vulnerability, a reckoning that is at once humbling and painfully necessary.
Hello / Cosmic
June 11th, 2021
Dan McDaid – DEGA (self-published, 2021)
First up, the snappy review! Our very own Botswana Beast has already provided a handy back-cover blurb (“Beautiful… Valerian meets RONIN”), and I won’t pretend that I can disagree or top it because the Lynn Varley 1985 feel of the colours was definitely what kept my eye working through these pages at first. These colours step out beyond the literal in a way that is alien to many Western genre comics in 2021, creating an emotional palette that operates in tandem with the other narrative elements on the page without ever quite feeling like it’s totally determined by them. This colour scheme is established in the transition between the loveless blue-greys of space on the first page, and the spark-lit orange glow of the second. Where colour occurs in the rest of the story, this contrast is played out again and again, always in a slightly different configuration. This description makes every sound overdetermined, with the harshness of the environment DEGA plays out on being illuminated by the sparse scraps of technology our protagonist has about them, but you generally get the sense that McDaid is more willing to go with what feels right in the moment.
The resulting approach is subtle and varied, finding alien intelligence in the pale tones…
…and unfathomable danger in the warm ones:
Abhay has already talked about the way the colour comes in and out of the story, an “awkward” element which he nevertheless flags up as being a big part of the fun of the book. I think I can relate – as you might already have guessed, my stupid, structure-obsessed brain definitely spent its first reading focusing on what resonances came out of where and when colour was used in the book. This wasn’t entirely fruitless – those colours never stop echoing the shifting tone of the first couple of pages – but in the end I think the approach Abhay takes is the more rewarding one. Sometimes it’s fun to be given the opportunity to question what you’re reacting to and why even when you’re still in the process of reacting, you know?
McDaid’s line has always had a robust edge to it, and there’s a reason that his art lends itself so handily to drawing big lads with chins built for action – wherever they come from, whatever era or milieu they inhabit, his characters tend look like they’ve been summoned into existence to scrap it out with the blank space on the page. There’s another quality to his images in DEGA though. Everything McDaid draws here feels like it’s mere seconds from flying apart, and while this effect is given dramatic expression in the coloured pages, the effect is no less striking when it’s conveyed in by the variation in the thickness of the line on the black and white sections:
Either one of these approaches would be magnificent. Having both of them playing out in front of you at the same time is sublime, and adds to the sense of this book as a journey where all your certainties are slowly blasted away.
It’s a genuinely beautiful book, DEGA. “Valerian meets Ronin” they’re saying, and they’re right. It might make you feel like you’re just about to die on your arse in space, but without that feeling it’s not much of an adventure, right?
Oh Shit, Comics!
May 14th, 2020
Short and to the pointless, here are a few comics you might want to check out online if you haven’t done so already…
Erika Price – Disorder
A series of experiments in unmaking, Disorder doesn’t need me laying it on thick, a quick glance at a couple of pages will tell you that you need to read more.
What impressed me most my second time through the series as it currently stands was the range of approaches Price adopts from a strip-to-strip basis. Episode 2 achieves a sense of real vulnerability by showing us a figure in motion, its shifts in mood and physicality tracked in great detail panel-to-panel:
Episode 3, meanwhile, plays out a similar drama in a totally different format. Here, whatever pain happens is framed by a writhing, corporeal, semi-expressive landscape, inner space projected outward until the difference between self and world is obliviated:
The next six strips see Price trying out a variety of different approaches to narrative, image making and panel layout without every blurring her vision of what Disorder is. It’s remarkable work. It’ll get under your skin. You’ll want it there.
PRELUDE
In times like these as in all other times, you are allowed to be relieved when someone else has done the heavy lifting for you. As such, it’s comforting to find that Clark has put together not only a series of thoughtful posts on the immediate impacts of Covid-19 on the comics industry, but also a run of weekly link blogs to keep folk up-to-date on what’s going on in this little corner of the world.
Free from any delusions of being thorough, I figured I’d write a short post drawing attention to a few free comics / comics related videos closer to home, and maybe highlight a couple of ways you can help the artists involved along the way if you’ve got the cash to do so.
PART 1 – FREE COMICS!
Lockdown has seen a number of comics artists giving away their work for free, or at a discount. Here are a few such works that we’ve reviewed before, if you’re stuck in the house and want a sense of what you might want to amuse and enervate yourself without splurging your last few iso-bucks!
Sarah Broadhurst, Jules Scheele and an army of sharp feminist voices – Identity: An Anthology (One Beat Zines, originally reviewed November 2015)
This is not only a truly beautiful object but a useful one too. From Sabba Khan‘s elegant self-reflections to Alia Wilhelm‘s too-close photography by way of Sammy Boras‘ more traditional use of the comic book form to explore difficult questions of sexuality, Identity always makes intersectional feminism feel as natural as it really is, despite what some commentators might have you believe, arranging all of these disparate voices and means of expression together in one powerful volume.
This might sound like damning with faint praise but it’s meant sincerely. Seemingly taking its cue from the punchy, “here’s my point and I dare you not to take it” expressiveness of Scheele’s cover design, this collection of comics and essays transforms lived experience into a rallying cry against complacency, against the possibility of mistaking your own experience for the only one worth listening to.
I can’t recommend it highly enough.
Quick Snacks
April 21st, 2020
Sophie B – Last Orders (self published, picked up at Thought Bubble comic con, 2019)
A confident comic book debut from the talent behind 2018′s You Can Be Anything™, Last Orders gives you attractive characters in an attractive setting then works to show you how much flavour can be achieved with just the right combination of ingredients.
Those elements being “Gays, Ghosts and Grub”, obviously.
Even a passing glance will tell you that every aspect of this comic has style to spare, but a more attentive eye will reveal a sense of purpose underpinning the design. After all, it’s not just the info boxes that tell us who Robin and Esther are. The way their outfits reflect each other’s haircuts, the way their conversations move from friendly sparring to sparkling monologue by way of shared glances, the way that those info boxes drop down into the story itself as it progresses – all of this tells us the same story, with no single aspect overpowering the light feast of narrative detail.
Dis-orientation
March 28th, 2020
Esther McManus – Windows (See You at the Potluck, 2018)
This one comes from what my partner calls the “They Saw You Coming” side of the comic/zine world. Every time I visit a comics festival or zine fair I come back home with at least 2-3 books full of pictures of buildings, or parts of buildings, or spaces where buildings used to be. I rarely regret it.
Esther McManus’ Windows is an excellent example of the form, a series of portals that have been removed from any supporting context in a way that serves as startling prompt to the imagination:
The work demanded by this zine doesn’t just come in the form of having to reconstruct the urban environment – that’s the most immediately striking element, of course, a natural by-product of the composition of the piece, but it’s the start of a process rather than its final conclusion.
In its gradual blurring of the distinction between windows and the shapes that frame them, its removal of the human from the urban environment, and its finding of new ways to recombine familiar shapes, Windows is ultimately more Ballardian in its effects than it may initially appear.
Moving beyond brutalist cliches, this is a work that re-imagines the city as something that is no longer for us – a space that exists on the other side of the portal, where there is nothing to be reflected except windows looking on windows looking on windows all the way down.
“What If?” – Microreviews, November 2019
November 17th, 2019
Suds McKenna – Bunged (O Panda Gordo, 2018)
True to its origins as ‘an ongoing series of urban sketches’, Bunged looks like something that you might encounter in scraps, as a series of drawings that had been left around the house, flat share fragments that tell the story of a busy mind in a busy world. Thankfully for your future prospects of cohabitation, this mind seems to be a little bit scared of what it sees, but not to the point where the idea of humour has been made to seem miraculous:
You would feel puzzled but not deeply perturbed by these portraits. You wouldn’t mention them to anyone, wouldn’t deem them any more necessary of commentary than the fact that a bar was crowded on a Friday. Or indeed, that some of the streets pictured here – like Buchanan Street, above – were filled with bodies at the weekend.
It’s the distortions of the human form that give this work its non-banal aspect, suggestive as they are of both a deep subjectivity (as drawn into the page by your mystery flatmate/as read into the page by you) and of the fact that these people have more going on than you can fathom (as drawn into the page by your flatmate/as recognised from the world you’ve seen with your own damn eyes). This is itself is hardly a startling realisation, of course, but it’s vividly expressed here and comforting in context.
Monstrous as we are, it’s good to know that we’re not alone.
Mindless Decade: DΔDΔDΔDΔDΔDΔ
February 11th, 2018
Because everything is entropy right? It’s always all downhill. Part of our ten-year challenge has been to find old posts that we like and can bear to bring up and choke on again.
This is where I realised that the first post I wrote for the site was my best and favourite, and also offers an excellent opportunity to rededicate myself to John [E.] Smith - comics greatest lostest poet, who even pops up in the comments on the original because blogs make dreams come true.
Apologies for my bad writing and any broken 10 y.o. pic links or whatever. “Enjoy.”
Dee do dough don’t dee dough? or why Hellblazer #51 is the title’s best issue
If I have to make up a bloggy reason why this post was written, it’s recent noise from the Factual Opinion that Andy Diggle’s current run on Hellblazer is the best it’s been in years. I picked one up, saw with relish that the colour palette they’re using still contains every conceivable shade of mud, put it down. To say it’s currently firing on all cylinders isn’t saying much, as Vertigo’s old horror warhorse is a perpetual disappointment, which it shouldn’t, because the basic ingredients are so solid. It’s about the street-sorcerer John Constantine, magic, and a bit of London grime, all mixed together with a quip and a crafty fag. Despite these perfect alchemical elements something inevitably goes wrong with the final potion, which rarely drips the creep and splatter I hunger for from anything so keen to proclaim itself a horror comic.
This Paranoid Fear is Classic: #Comics280 Reviews!
November 18th, 2017
Daniel Furnace is the Devil’s Boy – Paul Jon Milne
The shaggiest of shaggy dog stories, which turns out to be the perfect excuse for a stroll through Milne’s aesthetic.
Craggy glam, baying crowds, dissatisfied parents – it all resonates on the same weird frequency.
Ida Henrich – Minor Side Effects
A paper paradox, this.
The cartooning is best when depicting the space taken up by demands, questions, queasy downturns and flailing spaghetti arms. Somehow, this makes room for Henrich to lay out her thoughts on contraception.
