Wednesday, May 16, 2007

The Vulgarian

I had a relatively untended broth of stewed thoughts I'd wanted to ladle out, but it's not chunky enough (Sloth Love Chunk)... In the pot bobbed such indigestibles as Metro (Montreal's own limping subterrain) mishaps (the "Why I got fired from the petstore" story; the diarrhetic nature of the air-quality which borders on spontaneous --- if you're ever 'stuck'...; how I run (no contiguous pun involved) for trains that aren't mine, and make them! etc.); blogbituaries (close second: how to gain power of attorney for deceased Facebookers) and other general ephemera...

Instead I wish to mention a new and ill-timed passion of mine: GRAPHIC NOVELS. I first came across the medium through Asterix and Obelix (brilliant if read with a saucier sense of humour than the typical 7 year-old possesses) and Tin-Tin (hangover cure par excellence). From there, I left it alone, and other than having the instinctive and near-carnal knowledge of all Marvel superhero characters --- like knowing all the Beatles' tunes without ever remembering actually listening to them --- did not come near them (apart from a brief forray into Ghostrider, which may've been a hidden urge for my desires to get a bit darker and hairier). And then I found Spawn. The grit, the angst, the neo-gothic gore and lush stylizations/production efforts of Image comics fascinated me. I went bananas and collected the first 20, thinking that I was a genius for doing so. It was hard-boiled with a trapped mythology of hell-powers of existential torture... or so I thought. Eventually, I put them aside as I realized that the story was SPARSE. Sure, there were layers of the fraternal camaraderie of outcasts, shame, unfulfillable yearnings (great word: fulfill!) and plenty of gore. But the stories were as robust as the pages they were on: there seemed to be that Lost-like we've-no-idea-where-this-is-going-so-nor-should-you feeling. And I needed closure. Beyond a sense of simmering revenge, the dialogue was not enough. The characters designed to be stuck. That pissed me off. Besides, superpowers were stupid without the dilemmas they brought. Like what Stan Lee once said about Spidey: "If you didn't have Spiderman clinging to a wall or inverted from a thread while he reflected upon things, you were wasting his dormant powers --- and the imagination of the reader." (paraphrase) So, because Al Simmons seemed to have only limited amount of hell-power he could expend, I laminated everything and plonked it in storage. It's a decent enough story, I guess, but I got bored.

But then I met Ben, who LOVES comics. And he showed me some beautiful ones:
Transmetropolitan,
Ex-Machina,
The Walking Dead,
The Invisibles,
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen,
Sandman...
The ideas were just crazy, unconventional and provided enough moral-ambiguity for the reader to add that much more by putting the book on their lap and gazing off for a few moments before returning. So I got hooked again. And this time by the writing and paced delivery of the stories, as opposed to the art. Considering it's so very hard to get a decent and originally fleshy take of sci-fi in movies these days, this hit, and then stroked, the nerves that'd been begging me all along.

So I started with Ocean, a Warren Ellis solar-system buster. It was pretty good. Some of his ideas feeling a bit "this'll be cool.." and shoe-horned in. But entrancing nonetheless. It was about a research station discovering a cryogenically sustained race of protohumans floating beneath the ice of Jupiter's moon Europa (doesn't that just sound awesome?) Then I bought Stuart Moore's Para. Which I liked less than Ocean, but got consistently impressed reviews (partly, I think, because he dedicated it to his father). I just thought that LOVE was confused for OBSESSION and that the characters were either soggy or wooden. And that the artistry denied the story, as opposed to assisted (chirpy colours, too well-lit etc).

And then I read another Morrison comic: The Filth. It confounded and amazed me. It is the one I most highly recommend. This is all I will say, but it's crude and sophisticated and one for those who know a lot more about the medium than I (I was relying moreso on my insatiable existential puzzlement to interpret the crazy story). I think it actually morphed me. I started chopping reality into strips for contemplation.

Later I read WE3. Another Morrison I'd recommend. About cybernetically augmented pets trying to escape the military. Gorgeous art and moving story. Violent though, gorgeously.

Then I bought Wastelands v.1. This is set in a dystopian desert world. Think Waterworld, but inside-out. B&W, but only in a manner that enhances. I can't wait for more.

Shit, I'm dribbling here. All this to say that I believe ANYBODY can find something that'll inspire them in the funny books. The people behind them are empowered and empowering. Get brave and try one. Ask the comic-guy, he'll tell you more than you need to know.

Some relatively sure bets: Alan Moore (the movie versions are weak, the graphic novels're the best in the biz I hear) "From Hell" and "V for Vendetta". Grant Morrison. Warren Ellis. Mark Oakley. And I'd like know more...

6 comments:

Eve said...

Not a huge fan of comics, but Persepolis is a great graphic novel (not at all in keeping with the genre's usual suspects), and written by a French inspired woman (she lived there?).

The French sure do love those comics. I like Lucky Luke. When I went to the Loire Valley last year, I saw the Tin Tin chateau. So nerdy.

Sparky said...

I too grew up on the French (Belgian...) staples. The Invisibles is just plain weird, and lovely. But Moore is really solid. From Hell has bloody footnotes (they're like dripping back there...) and may be, on top of being a beautifully dark story, one of the best easy introductions to late 19th century British history. And movies rarely do the originals justice (c.f. League of Extraordinary Gentleman). Some of AM's ABC Comics offerings are cute, too. Very political.

Lin-Zed said...

First of all...I want to say that I'm glad you're back. I'm not one to be critical of blog absences, because I am terrible. But I love to read you, and it always brightens my day when there's something new from you.
Secondly...I have to say that I adored V for Vendetta, the movie. That being said, I think it had more to do with the visual/musical aspect of the film, as opposed to the story itself. I was utterly transfixed and mesmerized. I thought it was a beautiful movie.
On the topic of reading, as an unemployed individual, I have done a lot of that lately. I just finished reading Deliverance by James Dickey. Not a graphic novel, but perhaps one of the most disturbing, raw, violent accounts of human nature I have ever read. Definitely not a feel good book, but definitely worth the read.
And one more thing...I'd like to hear the story of "how I got fired from the pet store." My imagination is running rampant with the possibilities.

Eve said...

Yes to the pet store firing story.

S'Mat said...

Eve - Tintin chateau? Like The Captain's in Secret of the Unicorn and Red Rackam's Treasure? I've heard good things about Persepolis...

Sparky - I'm gagging to enshroud myself in From Hell... maybe by the time Monty has a summer storm, I'll've saved up enough to buy it and some candles...

Lin-zed - Is that THE Deliverance? If you're into raw these days, I'd recommend Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy. Perhaps one of the best 3 books I've ever read. Hyperviolent and exhilarating in the same motion. I've just realized (well, ever since I read a heads-up from Sparky about Miller's 300, it crept like an opium dawn..) how influencial graphic novels have been... even the preproduction process of storyboarding is put into serial format... alien, robocop, sin city, batman, spiderman, daredevil, 300, x-men, superman, judge dredd, flash gordon, mirrormask, fantastic 4... list goes and goes, thankfully beyond the superhero... there seems to be another phenomenon of serializing novels and stories. now the mediums taking movies and books and translating them to the window. i remember reading the hobbit and then seeing the graphic novel. i saw raymond e feist's magician: apprentice translated into the image... what am i talking about...

ok. how i got fired from a petstore. next edition...

Lin-Zed said...

Hmmm...if you mean the mountain man ass raping Deliverance...then yes...that's the one. And Cormac McCarthy, why do I know that name and what have I read of his before?
And 300...though a few too many people lost their heads in that movie for my delicate sensibilities, I have to say I really enjoyed it. And I didn't think I was going to...but then maybe that's the secret right there. Expect little...