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What I bought - 4 October 2006

Friday, October 6th, 2006 at 10:26 AM EST

Updated: Saturday, October 7th, 2006 at 2:51 PM EST

I’m approaching Cronin-esque territory with the number of books I read each week, and it scares me. I may need an intervention. But for now, I’ll just review them!

(The Irredeemable) Ant-Man #1 by Robert Kirkman, Phil Hester, and Ande Parks. $2.99, Marvel.

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Kirkman has been getting some bad press lately, most of it on books I don’t read, so I don’t have a grudge against him. So far, I’ve enjoyed (for the most part) his work on Ultimate X-Men, and Invincible is a hoot, and I’ve always enjoyed Phil Hester’s art (although I wish he would write another issue of The Atheist, damn it!), so I figured I would give this book a try.

This is the kind of book that Marvel should be giving us, and I hope it does well. It’s in a similar vein of She-Hulk, in that it’s not necessarily funny but it certainly doesn’t take itself too seriously. “The kind of book” is a book that takes place firmly in the Marvel U. but is enjoyable for what it is, without being densely packed with continuity. Yes, it helps to know who Hank Pym is, but it’s not totally necessary.

The nice thing about Kirkman’s work in general seems to be a good ear for what people talking in a universe populated with superheroes and villains would sound like. At a poker game early on in the book, we get a discussion about whether Nick Fury is an urban legend or not. Considering it’s SHIELD agents discussing this makes it all the funnier. We read these books and just accept the presence of superheroes, but what about the regular people in the Marvel U.? What about someone living in, say, Mesa, Arizona, who might have never seen a superhero? Couldn’t that person believe they were all made up? It’s conversations like this that strike me when I read a book like this, which winks at the audience even as a SHIELD agent dons a new Ant-Man suit of armor and shrinks.

Our two main characters, Eric and Chris, are low-level SHIELD agents who are forced to guard Hank Pym’s lab one night and knock him out when they think he might be a bad guy. They discover the Ant-Man armor and hijinks ensue. Kirkman does a nice job establishing these two guys - Eric is a bit of a jerk, while Chris is more conscientious. He also throws in a nice twist - we’re not sure who Ant-Man is. The story begins in the present, when Ant-Man saves a woman from a mugging and then asks her out on a date. We jump back six months (avoiding Civil War - yay! - although I’m sure it’s coming) and see all the main action. Then, at the end of the book, we’re back in the present, and the person we thought was wearing the armor isn’t. It makes for a nice lead-in to next issue, and I’m keen to follow.

This is a fine first issue of what could be a very good series, even though the potential for annoying wackiness is there too. I don’t mind a little wackiness, but it grows thin quickly. I’m still not terribly sure why he’s “the world’s most unlikable super hero” - he’s a bit arrogant, sure, but he’s a hell of a lot nicer than Reed Richards and Tony Stark, even before Millar dickified them.

The Boys #3 by Garth Ennis and Darick Robertson. $2.99, DC/Wildstorm.

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I said I would give The Boys until the end of their first mission to see if I would stick with it, so now that the recruiting process is over and the mission is on, I can begin to judge the book.

It doesn’t look good.

The mission itself sounds fine. Ennis is obviously going to draw comparisons to every superhero group he can think of, most of them probably from DC, because he’s, you know, a rebel, and likes to bite the hand that feeds him. Therefore, the first mission of Butcher and his crew are to smack down a group called Teenage Kix, with members who have excellently clever names like Shout Out, Popclaw, and Blarney Cock (yes, I’m being sarcastic). Next issue promises much mayhem.

The reason it doesn’t look good is because of the main supergroup, the Seven. Gee, I wonder if it could be an analogue of the Justice League? Anyway, I may have to go back and read Hellblazer and Hitman again, because I wonder if Ennis is like Mork from Ork - as he physically gets older, he becomes less mature, and soon we’ll have Jonathan Winter wandering around making poop jokes. Hitman contained wildly broad humor - I don’t think Bueno Excellente counts as “refined” - but it was not really that mean-spirited, and Hellblazer, despite some gross parts, was a very nice examination of one man’s refusal to let go of his childish ways and what it cost him. Why then is Ennis becoming more immature? I’m going to spoil some things for you, so if you really care what happens, look away! The Homelander recruits Starlight, a young hero from Iowa, to be in the Seven to replace the Lamplighter (who’s on the cover there). She talks about how she met her boyfriend - another hero - at a “Capes for Christ” meeting (that’s a great idea, actually) and that’s they’re “waiting” because they don’t want to ruin things. The Homelander says how wonderful that is, and tells her how proud they are that she’s joining the group. The last thing she has to do before she’s in is … give him a blowjob. Bwah-ha-ha-ha! And then Black Noir and A-Train (you remember him - he killed Hughie’s girlfriend in issue #1) show up, and they too would like blowjobs. She tells them to go to hell, and the Homelander calmly replies that’s fine, and wishes her good luck in Iowa with her loser friends. So what does she do? If you think for a section she’s not lining up like a seal in front of a row of horns, you’ve obviously never read a Garth Ennis comic book!

Oh, and of course, after she throws up in the toilet, another one of her idols, Queen Maeve, tells her to fuck off. Charming.

I’d like to comment further on how disgusting this is, but I could go on and on. Why am I going to buy the next issue? Hope, maybe, that Ennis can redeem this somehow. Like I said, it doesn’t look good. But we’ll see.

Criminal #1 by Ed Brubaker and Sean Phillips. $2.99, Marvel/Icon.

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In honor of Brubaker and Phillips’ latest collaboration, let’s all sing a few bars from Fiona Apple’s “Criminal”: “What I need is a good defense, ’cause I’m feeling like a criminal …” No? Fine, be that way.

I’m sure the blogoverse will be making messes in their pants over this book (see, I can be crude just like Ennis!) and it’s certainly a fine comic book, but it’s just a noir story. I mean, I’m going to buy it, and I enjoyed reading it, but again, this seems like the kind of thing Brubaker can write in his sleep, and why should I get so worked up about a bunch of unpleasant people doing illegal things? He injects it with a bit of pathos, as our hero, Leo, is taking care of an old friend of his father’s, Ivan, who’s a heroin addict and afflicted with Alzheimer’s, and I’m not saying I’m not rooting for Leo, but he’s still, you know, a criminal (it says so right there in the title!) So, although this is an enjoyable book, I don’t think it’s the second coming of James M. Cain. It might turn out to be, but not yet.

Do I need to go on? Leo is a crook who is approached by crooked cops who want him t help them with a score. He says no, but then the wife of a partner who got killed five years ago shows up and tells him that he should do it because he got his friend killed. Leo feels guilty and signs on. But the cops aren’t telling him everything. Didn’t see that coming, did you?

As with most noir, atmosphere counts, and that Brubaker and Phillips are very good at. Phillips’ rough pencils and inks scream seediness, and Brubaker does a nice job creating characters who, though unpleasant, are interesting, and therefore you want to find out what happens to them. The nice aspect of Leo’s personality that Brubaker brings out (through Seymour, one of the crooked cops) is that our hero is a coward. He’s never been caught because if he smells a whiff of trouble on a score, he runs away. So he’s a good crook, but he’s not in the system because of this facet of his personality. Seymour says this to the other crooked cop almost contemptuously, but if more criminals were like Leo, they might not die or get gang-raped in prison as often. Maybe. It will be interesting to see how this works into the story more, as Leo (presumably) will have to make choices about his lifestyle and where it’s taking him.

A good start, but let’s not anoint it with holy oil yet, okay?

And you know what? I would pay good money to read the adventures of Frank Kafka, Private Eye, a newspaper comic strip that appears on one page. That’s gold, baby!

Oh, and finally. One of the pull quotes on the back is from Charlie Huston, the writer of Moon Knight. He says, “No capes, no tights, no super powers in sight; just guns, guts and blood: CRIMINAL is my kind of book.” Perhaps he shouldn’t be writing a book with a guy in a cape, then. I’m sick of superhero writers dissing superheroes. But that’s just me, I guess.

Okay, now I’m done. Let’s move on!

Detective Comics #824 by Paul Dini, Don Kramer, and Wayne Faucher. $2.99, DC.

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Okay, Don Kramer Haters. Why do you hate Don Kramer so much? Granted, he’s not the greatest artist in the world, but he’s largely inoffensive. The art in this issue is certainly not as god-awful as Benitez’s last issue, and everything flows nicely from panel to panel. I don’t get it.

Anyway, Dini must have been possessed by the early 1990s last issue, because this issue is a nice return to form, as Batman (actually, most of the time it’s Bruce Wayne) puzzles out how a narcoleptic card player is cheating the Penguin at the re-opening of the Iceberg Lounge. This is, actually, almost a perfect Batman story, except for one small thing, which isn’t that big a deal and which I’ll get to in a bit. We have:

  • A death trap, this time at the beginning, after Batman breaks into Cobblepot’s lounge.
  • Batman escapes easily from said death trap, and Cobblepot points out that he knew Bats would, and that he even left his belt on. Good stuff, there.
  • Bruce Wayne with a vapid date, who just might - might - be a parody of Paris Hilton.
  • Lois Lane showing up for the opening of the Lounge, and chatting amiably with Bruce while she’s really discussing what Batman can do about both the Penguin and the cheater.
  • The Riddler showing up in his new capacity of consulting detective (I’m still waiting for the mini-series!) and pining for a life of crime, which Cobblepot poo-poos.
  • Bruce doing some “detective” work.
  • Said detective work entails calling Zatanna (and giving her the Seinfeldian “It’s me” - like no one ever calls Zee?) for some information.
  • Batman saves the day, even though it turns out he doesn’t really need to, and gives the Penguin his money back.
  • The Penguin actually commits no crime! How cool is that?

As usual, the minor complaint I have is that Batman doesn’t really use many detecting skills - he has a lot of technology and he calls Zatanna - but it’s still a good, solid Batman story. I enjoy Cobblepot a lot more as a scheming, slimy - but legal - entrepreneur than a hapless criminal, so I hope DC keeps him this way. Some of the better Penguin stories ever have come over the last ten years or so, when he’s on the right side of the law but walking a fine line, and let’s hope it stays that way.

One more thing: I was reminded of how good Grant “I Was a Teenaged Anarchist” Morrison is when I read this book. There’s one line on the last page that Morrison would not have put in this book, and it would have made it more clever and more interesting for the reader. What line is it?????

Doctor Strange: The Oath #1 (of 5) by Brian K. Vaughan, Marcos Martin, and Alvaro Lopez. $2.99, Marvel.

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Despite the best line in this comic coming on page 1 (Iron Fist: “Yes, I’m Iron Fist. No, I don’t know where Power Man is. We’re partners, not a couple.”), this is still an enjoyable book. I have probably less interest in Dr. Strange than most people (sorry, Neilalien), but I do like the writer and artist on this book, so what the hell. And it’s a good comic that promises to be at least an interesting mini-series.

As it is all set-up, really, we come in to it in the middle, which is probably the best way. Wong brings Strange to the Night Nurse’s place (and she’s really a doctor, but Night Nurse is just so catchy and 1960s!) because he’s been shot. Strange’s astral form hovers above, carrying on a conversation with her. Apparently Wong has a brain tumor and is going to die soon. Strange refuses to accept it and heads into another dimension to bring back a cure. Before he has a chance to test it, his house is burglarized, the elixir stolen, and Strange is shot. That’s where we come in. It turns out that what he brought back from the other dimension is a bit more popular - and dangerous to certain people - than he realizes. Ladies and gentlemen, we have ourselves a story!

As usual with stories, it’s how they’re executed that makes or breaks them, and Vaughan does a good job presenting this. There are a few missteps - in the middle of surgery, Strange’s astral form pauses for two pages and recounts his origin, which is kind of weird. I was expecting the Night Nurse to tell him to get on with it, but instead she says, “You call yourself the ‘Sorcerer Supreme’? And you say you used to be arrogant?” You tell ‘im, NN! There’s also the fact that the god from whom Strange steals the elixir is named Otkid the Omnipotent, which is campy in an early Marvel way but strangely out of place in the modern Marvel world. I’ll let it go, though. And I find it humorous that no matter where superheroes (I suppose we’ll call Strange a superhero) go in the Marvel or DCU, there are always idiotic muggers ready to thrash them but who end up getting thrashed. Granted, I don’t go into many strange shops in New York’s Chinatown, but I do go into my fair share of Circle K stores, and I’ve never been mugged. Why do these morons always pick out the few people in the city who are not only able, but perfectly willing to kick their asses? I guess that’s why they’re muggers and not accountants.

Anyway, this is a good issue. I’ll check back when it’s completed, because I don’t doubt that Vaughan will make it entertaining.

Eight Way Bandits #1 by Vincent van Hustle, Stevie “Street” Hustle, Federico Zumel, and Jeffrey LaJaunie. $3.50.

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Usually, when I am sent something in the mail, I look on it a bit more kindly than if I purchase it. First of all, I don’t get stuff from DC or Marvel like Our Dread Lord and Master does, so if I do get something, it’s wildly independent and therefore more of a labor of love, and I feel a bit evil picking on it. That’s not to say I’m dishonest - if I don’t like it, I’ll say so - but I do give it more of a benefit of the doubt than one of the big boys.

That being said, I received Eight Way Bandits in the mail, and although I appreciate it and would like to thank Leroy Douresseaux for sending it my way, I didn’t really like it. The problem with it is that it reads way too much like someone’s first attempt at writing. I’ll explain why that’s a bad thing.

First, the general story. It’s the future, and some people are able to shape-shift. A corporation holds the patent on the shape-shifting gene, and these people are basically indentured servants to the corporation. One of them, our hero, is a QMan - a bounty hunter - for the Gramercy Agency, who uses him to find all sorts of bad and dangerous people. We also meet an assassin whose father is a rich man looking to start a school to train spies. She is out recruiting teachers. Somehow, I presume, their stories will intersect.

It’s not the worst set-up in the world, but our writers - the Hustle Brothers - do not do a good job making it work. As I mentioned, this reads like someone’s first attempt at writing, especially comics, which is a visual medium. Therefore, it’s not necessary to write everything down, but that’s what we get. It’s tough to give examples, but consider one scene shift, after our hero is getting a verbal thrashing from his boss and we check in on our character, Anisha Rose the assassin, whose day job is (naturally) an elementary school teacher (did I say naturally, because I meant WTF????). The caption box actually reads, “Let’s use Boy’s little fantasy [he’s dreaming about hitting his boss] as an opportunity to visit other players in our little drama.” Yes, a “meanwhile” wouldn’t work when 16 words will do! The whole book is like this, unfortunately. It’s overwrought and overwritten, and becomes comical after a while. In comics, the pictures should tell at least half of the story, if not more, but our writers never allow that, and it drains the book of any momentum it might have had.

The art isn’t much better, although the black-and-white interiors have a good, rough feel to them that makes the future look nice and seedy. However, it’s far too busy - again, the creators are trying to do too much - and the panel layout occasionally gets confusing. It’s strange, because Zumel did the cover, and it’s not bad. But the interior isn’t helped by all the caption boxes cluttering up the page!

The ultimate example of the overwriting of this book and a symbol of why I don’t like it can be found in its hero. He’s a black man named Malik Hemmings, but because he’s a shape-shifter, he lives as a Eurasian man named Bounyoy Pfau. His “street” name is “the Sheik,” which he hates, and he prefers to be called “Boy.” Yes, he has four (4) names! Sheesh. It’s exhausting. Pick one and stick with it, please!

So I can’t really recommend Eight Way Bandits. I wish the guys luck, though, because it’s nice to see anyone making comics, even if I don’t like it.

Empty Chamber #1 (of 2) by A. David Lewis, Jason Copland, and Jenn Rodgers. $2.95, Silent Devil.

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This is another comic book that might be under people’s radar, but there’s no reason why you shouldn’t buy it. It’s simply a fun ride of government conspiracy theory, strange men popping out of the woodwork to shoot at innocent library workers, and lots of ass-kicking. What’s not to like?

The story begins with two young friends, James Starzwick and Aamer “Matt” Mahtganee. Matt is obsessed with conspiracies and hidden things, something that never leaves him. They discover James’s mother lying on the floor of her bedroom one day (and Matt calls her Ellen, which is a bit strange), but we never find out what happened (presumably we will in issue #2) because we jump to the present, and James is in an ambulance, soon to be in a coma, and Matt is working at a Boston university library. He’s still obsessed with government conspiracies and whatnot, and luckily for him, he falls right into one. James has sent him a cryptic e-mail, but before he can figure it out, the power is cut and bad men are trying to kill him. He’s rescued by Samantha Maddox, who works for the government, and the two of them eventually hook up with another agent, Kelly Alexander. The three of them shoot a lot of people, because they have to!

Meanwhile, we find out that a U.S. general has gone rogue and wants revenge on someone for his mother’s death. He’s planning something to do with some sort of virus, apparently. That mean, mean general. And Matt is somehow connected to it all. It’s all very mysterious.

But that’s okay, because this is the slam-bang action issue, and I should think that next issue is the answers issue (with, presumably, yet more ass-kicking). There’s nothing all that original about Empty Chamber, but Lewis writes with such verve (and throws in a Big Trouble in Little China reference and a non-Easter Egg) and Copland’s art, while not fancy, has nice kinetic energy to it, that this is an enjoyable book. It’s thick, too (48 pages, maybe?) for three dollars, so it’s a good value! So although it’s not going to change the world, it is a blast to read. Ask for it by name!

Fallen Angel #9 by Peter David and J. K. Woodward. $3.99, IDW.

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Peter David continues to show why he’s a master of the comic book form, as he finishes his two-part story about Jude’s attempt to force church attendance on the citizens of Bete Noire with a nice surprise and plenty of lingering plot lines even though he gives us a good resolution. As with any book I like that has been out for a while, it’s difficult to talk about this and say anything new, because it’s been good for a long time and is likely to remain that way. I’m glad that Sachs and Violens played a lesser role in the book this time, even though Sachs goes after the woman who blew up the church and they have a big fight. I just don’t like the characters. Lee returns to town, as well, and Malachi visits Jude to basically say I told you so with regard to the Hierarchy and their disapproval with his church scheme. What’s nice about a title that David gets to write for a long time is the fact that everything unfolds at its own sweet pace, and we get little bits of information that become important later. In this issue we learn a bit more about Bete Noire, and how it can keep someone there if it wants to (this has been hinted at, but demonstrated graphically in this issue) and heals who it wants and allows to die those it doesn’t need. As Bumper points out while Violens lies wounded, there are no doctors in town, because people heal based on what the city wants. It’s a neat little idea.

So Fallen Angel continues to hum along, costing me 4 dollars, which is a bit steep, but it’s better than paying 3 dollars for crap. Perhaps you agree, perhaps you don’t. It’s your money!

Manifest Eternity #5 by Scott Lobdell and Dustin Nguyen. $2.99, DC/Wildstorm.

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I still don’t understand the way this series has been set up. We go back in time again and find Tarkington plotting and using a super-assassin to get what he wants - the heart of a dead religious leader. Nobody cares, though, because next issue is the last one.

It’s strange. I may have to go back and re-read all six of these issues when they’re finished. Each issue as a discrete entity is not that bad, but they just don’t cohere very well. Lobdell’s all-over-time approach just hasn’t worked, and that’s probably what killed the series so quickly. I would imagine DC axed this not long after the second issue came out, which means that people were turned off by the first time we went back in time. I don’t know - maybe Lobdell stole his mother’s retirement money and fled to Bangladesh, for all I know. It’s just a bizarre little book that could have been very good, but went horribly wrong.

And Nguyen’s art is a tad better this issue, but I don’t think the new style is going to work on many books. That’s just my opinion. It’s free!

Mystery in Space with Captain Comet #2 (of eight) by Jim Starlin, Shane Davis, Matt Banning, and Al Milgrom. $3.99, DC.

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I decided to read the second issue of this before deciding if I wanted to buy the rest, because the first issue was fine but didn’t really get going anywhere, existing only to resurrect the Captain (or simply “Comet” as he now tells people to call him, but that only reminds me of the song we used to sing in elementary school - “Comet - it makes your mouth turn green / Comet - it tastes like gasoline / Comet - it makes you vomit, so try some Comet and vomit today” sung to the tune of that song that they whistle in The Bridge on the River Kwai, and yes, I know I’m rambling, but that’s what happens when you buy 17 (!) comics on a Wednesday and try to process what you’ve read, even if you haven’t read them all because some are mini-series) and get him going on his adventure. This gets into the plot, and it’s pretty good. Plus, the Weird finds out that his new world, Hard Core Station, is pretty bizarre. It’s two big stories in one!

I find it humorous that Comet has a new, young body. Ageism of course exists in comics, but occasionally there’s a codger running around still mixing it up with the youngsters. Shouldn’t the JSA have their HQ in Abraham Simpson’s retirement home? Now that would be a fun place to hold meetings! But for some reason, we can’t have a 60-year-old Comet running around. Maybe he’s going to hook up with that one-eyed chick from last issue, and a 60-year-old hooking up with a young hot chick is just too icky. I mean, it never happens in real life, right, Michael Douglas? Anyway, he decides to find out what happened to him (Comet, not Michael Douglas) and learns that the cops have lost his body. Or, more accurately, someone stole it. He visits his official next of kin, Star Hawkins (whom I’m going to assume is an old character and not a Starlin creation just for this series), who sits around his house getting drunk. Star says that a guy came to see him claiming to be a mortician, and Comet reads his mind to get a picture of the dude. As he leaves, someone drops a big steel container on him, but he teleports out of the way, something he didn’t realize he could do. Star calls to him that he saw something, but before he could tell Comet what it was, his brain apparently explodes. But he writes something in his own blood before he expires. The mystery (in space) deepens!

I have a lot of faith in Starlin, so this issue sealed the deal for me. It’s a good, solid mystery, with lots of sci-fi extras thrown in, and Davis’s art, while still early-Image-like, doesn’t piss me off. So I’m kind of looking forward to this. We’ll see when it’s completed if I still like it!

Of Bitter Souls #2 by Chuck Satterlee and Norm Breyfogle. $3.50, Markosia.

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You know, to be honest, I’m just buying this because I like Breyfogle’s art. I mean, the story is okay, but nothing great. Our heroes fight zombies, and Sampson figures out a way to defeat them without killing them. It’s actually a pretty clever idea. It’s a nice enough book, but it’s not really worth $3.50 and it’s hopelessly behind. Issue #4 says it will come out in October. October 2007 maybe. However, there is an ad in the back for … Gwar action figures. Holy crappin’ crap, Gwar action figures (and what the hell - here’s the web site - I don’t know if they’re out yet). I, personally, have never seen Gwar, but my best friend did (probably more than once), and he waxed eloquently about getting spattered in fake blood for days. GWAR ACTION FIGURES!

So. I can’t really recommend this book, unless you really like Breyfogle’s art. It’s my little book that I like but realize isn’t very good. You know, like my Bon Jovi albums (although if you pick on my ABBA albums I will cut you!). So there you go.

The Other Side #1 by Jason Aaron and Cameron Stewart. $2.99, DC/Vertigo.

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I’m still trying to figure out who the hell this Jason Aaron guy thinks he is, but since Cronin gave him a guest spot at the blog, I guess I have to be nice. It’s certainly easy when confronted with a book like The Other Side, which has a lot of potential, even though, as usual, it’s a set-up book.

What we get with The Other Side is a look at Billy Everette and Vo Binh Dai, who both fight the Vietnam War for entirely different reasons. It’s interesting to flip back and forth between the two as Billy goes through Marine boot camp and Dai trains in guerrilla fighting, because of the similarities between the two of them even as they come from completely different worlds and even view the war differently. It’s a hoary cliché that the people who run wars often have more in common with the rulers of the people they’re fighting against than with their own people, and that’s true for the people who actually, you know, do the fighting, and Aaron does a good job with this. Even their misconceptions about the other side are similar. The Vietnamese say the Americans will cut out their intestines and feed them to dogs, while the Americans believe the Vietnamese chain their children to machine guns. It’s sadly ironic to consider that these two main characters are going to kill and die for completely idiotic reasons while their leaders get off scot free. Such is war, after all.

Aaron also adds a bit of creepiness, as Billy starts seeing ghosts of dead Marines (who continue to multiply) and hears his rifle talking to him (rather profanely). Meanwhile, Dai dreams of the Americans in horrific masks carving up his countrymen. It’s all very visceral, but speaks volumes about the mental torture these young men went through as well as the physical torture they endured. It will be interesting to see this story unfold.

I do have a few problems, but they’re minor. At the beginning of the book, Billy narrates the story of Jon Faulkner, who was blown to pieces by a mortar round (and Aaron picks on the Phillies, too, which was just mean - I’m sure a lot of teams lost on 4 September 1967!). How Billy knows all about Faulkner is never explained. I don’t mind too much, as it gets us quickly into the story, but it seemed a little far-fetched. And Aaron, in his text piece in the book, tells us shortly about his cousin, who served in Vietnam and wrote the book on which Full Metal Jacket is based. I’m sure Billy’s boot camp experience is close to the real thing, but these days, whenever I read or see anything about Marine boot camp, I think of R. Lee Ermey. It’s practically a parody, and it shouldn’t be. Every single thing about Vietnam these days features the mean ol’ drill sergeant, and it doesn’t really bother me, it just bores me. Which is kind of sad. Luckily, Billy’s boot camp days are behind him, and now we can get to the killin’!

The Other Side promises to be a good comic. I expect the lives of these two men will intersect in some way. It will be interesting to see how.

Pistolfist: Revolutionary Warrior #1 by J. S. Earls, David A. Flanary, Jr., and Andres Guinaldo. $3.50, Alias.

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Perception informs reality. It’s true. I don’t know for sure if the Mike Miller who is the Executive Director of Alias is the same Mike Miller who whined a few years ago about how DC didn’t want to hire him because he doesn’t like gay people. I think it’s the same guy, but I don’t know. My belief that it is him leads me to think that he is a conservative in a largely liberal-dominated business, at least on the creative side of things. That belief leads me to believe that he believes in gung-ho macho things, like how war makes a man a “real” man, and if only those queers could kill someone with a rifle, they’d want a good woman! See how perception informs reality? What has this to do with this comic book, you ask? Well, my belief in all that about Mike Miller informs my reading of this book, in which the British soldiers during the Revolution are all vulgar, horrible, generally evil people, while the colonists fighting for their freedom are all noble and high-minded. Mike Miller didn’t even have anything to do with the creation of this book, but it looks like the kind of thing he would like. America needs an enemy, after all - how else would we define ourselves? See what I mean about perception. It’s quite fascinating.

The fact that the British are evil and the colonists noble doesn’t decrease my enjoyment of this book. It’s a solid beginning to the series (which I assume is a mini-series, but can’t be bothered to check). Benjamin Franklin returns from Europe on the eve of the Revolution, bothered by his failure to prevent it. Meanwhile, at Lexington, a mysterious hooded figure (that’s him on the cover) rides into battle, but is overwhelmed by numbers. He is taken to Fort Ticonderoga, where we find out who he is (I ain’t tellin’!), who his captor is (again, I ain’t tellin’!), how they captured him (ditto!) and what the connection is to Franklin (you’re kidding, right - I ain’t tellin’!). I will say it’s an intriguing set up that has the potential to say quite a bit about how the country was formed and what it meant for all of its people. It’s an Alias book, so who the hell knows when the next one is coming out, but it’s a good comic nevertheless.

Yes, the title is stupid. But it’s accurate!

True Story Swear to God #1 by Tom Beland. $2.99, Image.

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The Other Greg (or am I the Other Greg?) here loves TSSTG. Loves. It. And, despite some dissenters, I ordered this when it was solicited. It’s sweet, or so I heard. And charming. And clever. Hey! I like sweet, charming, and clever!

But, unfortunately, this is not good. Not good at all! This book is a perfect example of why I tend to run for the hills when the word “autobiographical” is mentioned in relation to comics. Look, I’m sure Tom Beland is a swell guy. But he’s just a guy. Do you want to read about what I did today? Of course not, because I’m just a guy. I did not put out a forest fire today. Nor did I cure cancer, nor lead a troop up a hill and kill a lot of America’s enemies. Because I’m just a guy. Just like Tom Beland. Which means his life, like mine, is deadly dull. Not to me (or to him), but to people reading about it. DULL.

Here’s what happens in TSSTG #1. Tom and Lily go out to dinner. Tom calls people who owe him money in an attempt to get paid. That doesn’t work, so he goes in person to the places that owe him money. He talks to Lily. He makes dinner (this is all rendered graphically on the page, even the making dinner part, so we’re watching someone make dinner). He explains iced coffee to Lily (this takes two pages). He talks to her about his comic book, which is buried in a closet. He doesn’t want to publish it because someone might not like it (do I sense irony, because he obviously did publish it and is now commenting on how he doesn’t want to - it’s very meta). He goes to bed. I shove knitting needles into my eyes.

Guess what I did yesterday? I woke up, ate breakfast, took my daughter to school, listened to my other daughter scream because she was tired, picked my daughter up at school, fed them, put them down for naps, typed this up on the computer (that would be the meta part of my comic), talked to my wife when she came home, she complained about her work and I complained about my screaming daughter (who just needs to stop waking up at 6 in the morning!), we put the kids to bed, ordered Japanese food and ate it while watching The Colbert Report. All I need is someone is someone who can draw sketchily and I, too, could write a critically-acclaimed comic book! Whoo-hoo!

I suppose this is a bit meaner than it should be. But this is life, and everyone leads a life. It’s not even a terribly interesting life. I mean, early on, Beland is whining (he does that a lot) about how when he visited his family in California after he moved to Puerto Rico, everyone had gone on with their lives. What? How dare they? They should have set up a shrine to Beland and circled it seven times a day, chanting his name! I moved away when I was 22, from Pennsylvania to Oregon, and you know what? All my friends moved on as well. Shocking! And then he talks about his great relationship with Lily. I have a wonderful relationship with my wife, so I don’t need to live vicariously through his. The only marginally interesting part is when he’s trying to get the money that’s owed him, but even that’s annoying, as it seems like he’s only doing it because he wants to be “manly” and pull his weight around the house. I guess that’s fine, but if you want to be manly, couldn’t you whine a little less?

I don’t hate TSSTG, in case you’re wondering. I understand it’s a labor of love, and the little (meaning “boring”) details that Beland throws in are supposed to make us appreciate the little things that go into building a relationship and how these things bind us together. I get it. But again, I’ve lived all this. I understand that the little details are where you find the glue that holds two people together. I understand that each day is a small challenge to overcome the fact that two different people are sharing a life. But that doesn’t mean I fucking care that Beland puts deep fried onions on top of his tuna casserole!

Sorry, Other Greg. I tried it, but unlike Mikey, I didn’t like it. That’s the way the cookie crumbles (which Beland would probably take two pages to describe).

[Update: As you can plainly see by the comments, this review may be a bit mean.  I am unsure why Mr. Beland thinks of this as some kind of ad hominen attack on his person, but he does.  If you, as a reader, think that it is far too mean-spirited - not a completely invalid reaction, I grant you - please check out the 27th comment in this thread, where I endeavor to give a “real” review, by which I mean one that basically says the same thing as this one does but with far less inflammatory language.  I stand by the spirit of the review, however.  I always like to hear from people who disagree with me and think I’m a moron.  Believe me, you need to take a number!  Thanks for reading, whether you like my reviews or not.] 

MINI-SERIES I BOUGHT BUT DID NOT READ.

Agents of Atlas #3 (of 6) by Jeff Parker, Leonard Kirk, and Kris Justice. $2.99, Marvel.

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This just looks cooler than hell.

A Dummy’s Guide to Danger #2 (of 4) by Jason M. Burns and Ron Chan. $3.25, Viper Comics.

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Well, according to Burns and next issue’s cover, Alan’s reporter girlfriend is menaced, which I hoped and prayed wouldn’t happen. Still, a private detective with a ventriloquist’s puppet who helps him solve cases. Why wouldn’t you buy this?

The Winter Men #5 (of 6) by Brett Lewis and John Paul Leon. $2.99, DC/Wildstorm.

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Wow. An issue of The Winter Men. I’d go back and find out when the last one came out, but I don’t really care all that much. Will I care when it’s completed, or am I just buying this out of some perverse pride? We shall see.

That’s all for this week. See what I mean? I need an intervention. Someone needs to step in, because obviously I can’t help myself!

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I’ve completely lost interest in Robert Kirkman, so even though I considered Ant-man, I didn’t get it. I used to like him, but around Walking Dead #24-25, I got completely turned off of him. I guess I might pick up Ant-man if I hear that it gets really enjoyable in a couple issues. Though I must say, that logo is great.

My favorite of the week was The Other Side. Very visceral and interesting. I can’t wait to see where it goes.

I must have missed something. What is all he bad press involving Kirkman?

garbonzo

SanctumSanctorumComix

October 6, 2006 at 2:45 pm

OTKID the Omnipotent, from DOCTOR STRANGE: THE OATH is obviously a “shout out” to DITKO.

Although, WHY they just didn’t spell it OKTID, I dunno.

I can hardly wait to read it!

~P~
P-TOR

There’s a character named Blarney Cock? Does he tell people to kiss his stones?

I think if there’s one thing duller than reading autobio comics, it’s reading a column by someone who complains endlessly about the comics they bought.

I mean, you begin your column by stating that you’re worried about spending so much money on comics… that you may need an intervention… and then go on and on telling us how so many books don’t reach your level of sophisticato. Yawn… and you say I’M covering boring topics..?

THEN you brag to us about books you BOUGHT… but haven’t READ. Wow… a reviewer who decides not to review books… but wants to impress us by telling us he owns a copy of the book he won’t review. What’s next? Are you going to imagine books that haven’t been created yet, but it’s late and you won’t review those either? Maybe there’s some sort of blue pill you can take that can help you finish the job.

“yeeeeEEEEEEAAAAAAWWWWwwwwnnnn….” I’m sorry, were you talking to me? That’s what I thought when reading the reviews that lead up to this one.

I appreciate reviews when they’re constructive. I just think that this is a book given to someone who’s far outside the target audience. But before you bash a book so much, claiming it’s a book about nothing, consider what Seinfeld was to television. It was also a show about nothing and people enjoyed it because they could relate to it.

The problem I have with the internet is that any person out there can sit down and put on their “reviewer” cap and just type crap just to have their name on a website… thinking they can go to a convention and get free copies to “review” and impress the ladies with their thoughts on “Civil War.”

My favorite moment of a review like this is when the “reviewer” slams the work for no other reason than they can and then add that classic line that says “I don’t hate this book, in case you’re wondering.” Well, WHY would we have such a thought? Could it be where you state that you want to shove knitting needles into your eyes? How about where you rip on my art style or bitch about me whining? I know how you feel, after reading halfway through this column. But I had to use a pair of butterknifes… because those knitting needles didn’t have enough OOOMPH to do the job right.

And you’re right. I created this series as a way to get Greg Burgas to go off on me. That was the centerpiece of the entire series. So that Greg could pick up my work, even though it feeds some sort of comic book addiction that could lead to therapy, sit down in his “office” (a table with PC and a lamp) put on his “PRESS” hat and do nothing but say some crappy shit about my work.

Any fat slob out there can pretend to be a part of the comic press. Any dude resembling COMIC BOOK GUY from the Simpsons can go online and write endlessly about posting personal attacks disguised as “reviews.” It’s beyond fucking easy… as this column is proof.

But the people who really do the job, the ones who can be constructive and honest… those are the reviewers we in the industry follow.

I… I… I don’t think I can continue TSSTG knowing there are revie— I mean, internet ramblers out there who suffer because I write about making a tuna fish casserole. You know what I COULD do… I COULD just write and draw 18 pages of the book… and then tell my readers “I was too tired to finish the remaining six pages, so I’ll just… well… fuck it, I’m too tired.”

Yesssh. Dude… do me a favor. Create a book.. or better yet, pitch me an idea for one. Give me all the knowledge you have about making great comics and send me that pitch. But also include those knitting needles. Because when you get this pitch back, I want you to take the needles I’m mailing back to you and I want you to notice that the blood level will be a good two inches higher than the one you left on it.

It’s official. CBR will hire anybody.

Tom Beland
Making Comics More Boring With Every Issue

Dude.

I’ve seen Seinfeld.

I’ve read TSSTG.

It’s a decent book, but you aren’t Seinfeld.

And just because someone doesn’t like your writing, that doesn’t mean that they think they can do it better.

Vert

PS -

“I think if there’s one thing duller than reading autobio comics, it’s reading a column by someone who complains endlessly about the comics they bought.”

But you DID read it. It cost you nothing, yet you complained. But Greg PAID his own money for his books. He’s entitled to tell us what he thinks.

And it wasn’t “endlessly”. It ended.

Oh dear. I probably shouldn’t do this, but what the hell:

Gee, I said Tom Beland was a nice guy, but he’s kind of acting like a dick. I may have to revise my opinion.

Things I love:
I love when creators stop by the blog and leave comments. It’s kind of cool that anything any of us writes gets noticed by anyone, and I appreciate it when people who write (which I doubt I can do) and draw (which I know I can’t do) comics stop by and say hello. Thanks, Mr. Beland, for stopping by. I’m sorry it wasn’t more enjoyable!

I love when people who take offense at a review because they claim it’s not constructive and just mean and then turn around and insult the reviewer. I have looked at my review, and I don’t see anything that attacks you personally. But you go ahead. That’s classy.

I love addressing specific points of the complaint. So I will, because, as you well know, I love to “hear” myself “talk” (that’s in quotes because I’m typing).

I find it difficult to believe that you, Mr. Beland, have never read a review that wasn’t positive. I know people gush over TSSTG, but no one has ever disliked it? I mean, the way you reacted, it sounds like everyone has always loved your work, which I find odd. Maybe it’s true. I suggest you get used to it, though, because there are going to be people out there who don’t like your work. You yourself, in this very issue, say you might feel bad if the critics pick on your work. Perhaps you should have left it in the closet if you couldn’t handle it.

To start at the beginning, I didn’t realize I was whining. I enjoyed pretty much everything I bought, and if I didn’t, I thought I explained why. If I don’t like a book, I won’t buy the next issue. Like your book! I’m sorry that you thought I was whining. And my level of sophistication varies depending on the book I’m reading. Ant-Man is kind of lowbrow, but I enjoyed it. The Boys is also lowbrow, and I didn’t. I don’t know what you mean. I also have explained several times that I buy the first issue of a mini-series and decide whether I’m going to buy the rest. Because of my obviously weak brain, I can’t remember sometimes what happens during a mini-series, so I prefer to wait. I didn’t realize I was bragging about it. I was just pointing out that I bought those books and will read them when they are finished. Given the horrible scheduling of some books (you wouldn’t know anything about that, I’m sure), it could be many months before some mini-series finish. So I find it better to wait.

You claim to appreciate reviews that are “constructive.” I doubt that, because if any reviewer ever claims not to like something and tries to be “constructive,” people who DO like the book rant and rave about how if that person knows so much, why doesn’t he go write something. So I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t. I always try to judge a book on its own merits, because even though I know a little bit about writing, I’m a completely different person than you are. If I said, “Mr. Beland should have done this,” then that’s constructive, but it’s no longer you - it’s me. I thought explaining that I found two pages about iced coffee boring was pretty constructive - maybe it would make you think that you shouldn’t do it anymore.

And then we get to the problem with the Internet. You want people to buy your book (I assume) but then you don’t want people giving their opinions. Sure, the Internet is a very democratic place, and sure, any yahoo can go on-line and give his opinion. Boy, democracy sucks. But why is my opinion any less valid? The only qualification that Roger Ebert has, beside writing a particularly atrocious screenplay 40 years ago, is that he watches a hell of a lot of movies. Well, I read a lot of comics. So I’m qualified. Oh, and I don’t go to conventions, rarely get free copies, and don’t need to impress any ladies. The free copies I do get I’m very thankful for, and I appreciate that some people out there think I can influence people. If nobody sent me free comics, I’d still buy them, because I love them.

Okay, I DO hate this book. You got me there. But I really don’t. It was boring, but the only books I hate are the ones that offend me, either because they’re so stupid or vile or insulting. I don’t hate Eight Way Bandits, either - it just wasn’t my kind of book, and if someone asks me, I will say so.

I’m not quite sure where I implied that you created this series just so I could bash it, but if that’s your belief, so be it. Again, you claim it’s a True Story and mention that you are worried that people will bash it, but you publish it anyway. I believe there’s something about staying out of the kitchen if it’s hot.

And I love when people say stuff like, “But the people who really do the job, the ones who can be constructive and honest … those are the reviewers we in the industry follow.” I don’t even know what that means. Do you mean people who gush over your work? That’s “honest”? If I lied and said I liked this, I’d be dishonest, but you wouldn’t have a problem with me. And to say that those are the reviewers we in the industry follow - ooooh, that hurts. If you write stuff based on what a review says, then you’re not much of a writer, are you? Last week, on this very web site, Steven Grant wrote a great column about reviewers versus critics. I don’t claim to be a critic. But any review is simply a reaction to a work, and therefore cannot be invalid. I’m one voice in the wilderness of people who worship you. My reaction is no less valid than someone who thinks this is the greatest love story since “Romeo and Juliet.” If someone reads this and my other reviews and thinks I have similar tastes and doesn’t buy your book because of it, fine. But I’m not holding a gun to anyone’s head and telling them what to buy and what not to buy. I don’t fool myself into thinking I have that much power.

And finally we get to the last gasp of anyone who doesn’t like a review - “create one yourself.” I have said before and I’ll say it again, Mr. Beland - I have nothing but admiration for people who create comic books and those who self-publish. I have never written a comic, you’re right, because I am largely a prose writer. I can’t draw to save my life. Even your art, which I don’t like, is beyond me. I trust you have no opinions on movies, because you’ve never made one, or records, because you’ve never recorded one. That’s a foolish thing to write, and you should know better.

Finally, CBR didn’t hire me. They wanted Brian because he’s awesome, and he brought me along, and I appreciate that. I don’t think he regrets it.

I’m sorry I didn’t love your magnum opus, Mr. Beland. I’m very happy you found the love of your life and you’re happy with her. I’m happy with mine. And I do like love stories as long, you know, stuff happens. I’m sorry the fact that I didn’t like your book somehow nullifies the millions of people who do. You made a Seinfeld reference, so I shall too. Don’t be like George, who ignored a woman who liked him because he was so obsessed with finding out why another one didn’t. Now that’s comedy! I’ll just keep reading comics I like and ignoring ones I don’t. That’s all I can do.

Thanks for stopping by, Mr. Beland! Come back again soon!

Re: Captain Comet. When I was reading L.E.G.I.O.N., I could swear it had already been established that he either doesn’t age or ages very slowly. His original adventures still took place in the 1950s, but he still looked 30-ish in the 1990s. So it seems odd that they would need a resurrection plot to make him young “again.”

I somehow knew the tune it was sung to even though I don’t recall the song at all. Mwahahah! Fear my powers.

Still, it’s a shame I didn’t read this before I hit the shop, or I might’ve picked up Ant-Man or Dr. Strange or something. But I’m cheap.

Looking forward to reading The Other Side. Yes, I could be reading it right now, but I’m watching Them!.

Umm… I enjoy you reviews, but when you say, “now we can get to killin’ the gooks!” it sounds the same to me as “now we can get to lynching the niggers.” Its one thing for characters in historical fiction to express racism (ie, its often entirely appropriate), its another for a reviewer to enthusiastically parrot that racism (ie, it sucks).

Good reviews, Greg, but one major quibble:

Why, after hating it, keep reading The Boys in the vague hope that Ennis will turn it all around? That seems like the worst kind of superhero-fan-esque masochism. Just drop the book and read something better.

Sorry, Michael. You’re absolutely right. Just a joke, but not very funny.

Patrick, I’m giving The Boys to the end of this “mission.” With a writer like Ennis, whom I have really liked in the past, I allow a little wiggle room. Like I said, I have a feeling this mission is going to be finished in an issue or two, and it’s not looking good. I can afford another six dollars or so to make up my mind. I do want to give it a chance.

The Boys is a strange case for me. I didn’t particularly love the first issue, and I didn’t find the second issue particularly entertaining until I read it while drunk, at which point I broke down laughing at least once every 3 pages. The most entertaining part of this issue for me was showing it to a former roommate who is largely unfamiliar with comics and watching his reactions to “SUCK IT!”

As for your statements as to Ennis getting more immature recently, I’d say that some of the work he’s been doing on Punisher MAX has been some of his best work in terms of characterization, especially the most recent one-shot The Tyger, and 303 was a fascinating look at history, the American identity, and men dealing with a world that has passed them by. Meanwhile, The Boys is an incredibly crude series thusfar, yes, but so were The Pro and the numerous Dicks titles Ennis wrote. It’s a bit more mean-spirited than either of them, but Ennis has done interviews about the series stating that it’s coming from his frustration and anger with the current state of affairs.

Eh, I can definitely recognize why people would dislike this comic based on what it’s been thusfar, but to use it as an argument for the entire state of Ennis’s current output seems like a bit of a stretch. And for what it’s worth, I still find it less mean-spirited and repulsive than Wanted was.

Greg.

I’ve had some great conversations with other reviewers who didn’t enjoy my work. But, again, they gave a more professional review than what, well… whatever you call this stuff you’re writing.

I just think it’s lazy keyboard mashing in hopes that screams of “LOOK AT ME!!” more loudly than the eighteen issues I’ve published.

As for:

“And finally we get to the last gasp of anyone who doesn’t like a review - “create one yourself.” I have said before and I’ll say it again, Mr. Beland - I have nothing but admiration for people who create comic books and those who self-publish. I have never written a comic, you’re right, because I am largely a prose writer. I can’t draw to save my life. Even your art, which I don’t like, is beyond me. I trust you have no opinions on movies, because you’ve never made one, or records, because you’ve never recorded one. That’s a foolish thing to write, and you should know better”

This is an even more laughable excuse than what you’re accusing me of. Don’t like the way I write or draw… I’m cool with that. But you yourself claim to be a prose writer and yet you cranked out the most amateur piece of reviewing I’ve seen on the internet. It, like the other “reviews” you put on the screen says absolutely nothing other than boo-hooing about books you can’t afford to purchase… and that seems to be the whole basis of your reviews.

And y’know what, Greg? The reason you hate that “create one yourself” is because reviewers like yourself have no answer to it. I’ve never made a film before, but if I slammed a director on a personal level… and he/she told me to pitch them a better idea, I’d take them up on it. If I slammed someone’s art style in this wanner and that person gave me the same challenge, I’d take them up on it. I mean, it’s GOT to be easy for a “large prose writer” such as yourself to create a book good enough to beat such as piece of shit as my book. You’re a fucking writer, dillweed, I’m not telling you to draw the fucking book, I’m challenging you to give me a pitch for a better book. You can’t sit down and knock out a comic book script?? I’ve never written a script in my life and I put out two Spider-Man scripts in one year. Suck it up and meet my challenge, prose-man.

But you can’t draw to save your life… and I’m hoping to GOD that you’re not counting on your writing to rescue you. You’d be dead in two seconds. If you don’t know the first thing about what goes into making a comic book, then just buy them and make room for the reviewers who DO know what goes into making them. You’re just in the freakin’ way, dude. The people you’re trying to be like have taken the time and effort to learn about the industry before they became a reviewer.

You make the attacks on here that go beyond the realm of reviewing and then you pussy-out on a creator when he/she calls you on it. “Oh I have nothing but admiration” is what you say after this piece of shit you call a review?

Fuck man, don’t jump up on the table and talk smack about someone’s work and then become a vagina when a creator shows up. It’s bush league at its worst, you hack. You didn’t review this book, you just took a genre that you can’t stand to begin with, for God knows WHAT reason… then blasted it. Bravo and what the fuck ever.

I’m even more disappointed with CBR with this. I don’t mind a bad review, but if this is what Jonah considers top-quality work, then I’m more disillusioned wth CBR than you could possibly be with autobio comics.

Fuck man, don’t jump up on the table and talk smack about someone’s work and then become a vagina when a creator shows up. It’s bush league at its worst, you hack.

You got a bad review. Warranted or not, just walk away, man. This is ugly and it’s not needed.

Oh, and Greg… okay, fair point on The Boys, but man, you’re a lot more patient then I am. Three issues and I tend to get pretty frustrated.

I’ve read nice things said about True Story… in the past, and considered picking it up. Seemed like a good time. I decided to check some reviews before doing so, and Greg’s reviews are one of the places I look for opinion.

So now I’ve seen the author fruiting out at someone on the net over a review he didn’t like. That’s just completely put me off spending my money on the comic more than any review.

Hey Mr Beland, weren’t you the guy who flipped out on BENDIS! over something he said about Puerto Rico?

Are you going to wax on me now?

I’m not going to wax on you.

But I will say that if this is the place where you look for opinions on comics, I’d rather not have you as a reader. Take you money and buy some candy with it. Go rent a movie. Couldn’t care less. Go buy an action figure and you and Greg can create some exciting scenarios and discuss how real comics are made.

Put you off on buying the comic… give me a fucking break. The reason I even SAW this link is due to the fact that I’ve received 29 emails asking me what I did to piss off the review guy at CBR. I finally checked it out and you have my reaction. I would’ve loved the review as I do any review… but this crap? Not even close to anything I’d call a review.

Augie De Blieck Jr. doesn’t give a glowing review of every comic he reads. But the man handles his work with class. Augie would know that using a joke containing the word “gook” would be offensive. But, hey… this site is free, so why should someone be upset with the usage of that phrase?

Dude, it’s one bad review. Get over it, and get some thicker skin. Even if you think it wasn’t constructive, so what? Your reaction goes well beyond the imagined transgression in this case.

And no one can criticize something unless they can create something better? That’s crazy. So I can’t criticize a bad videogame that bores me unless I learn how to program one myself? I can’t critique an awful movie unless I go to film school or create my own film? Maybe the reason no one can respond to the argument is because they’re shocked you’re being petty enough to even advance it.

Well. Guess I can add another name to list of creator’s whose work I’ll never purchase due to their rampant shitheadedness.

“But I will say that if this is the place where you look for opinions on comics, I’d rather not have you as a reader. Take you money and buy some candy with it. Go rent a movie. Couldn’t care less. ”

Consider it done.

Maybe I, too, can’t write reviews to save my life or know good reviewing when I read it…but I don’t really see anything there that warrants that kind of reaction. I’ve read much, much worse all over the blogosphere, and in print.

I’ve been called out by creators once or twice myself on things I have written about their work, but I’ve never had such a tirade like this one leveled at me, thank God.

Oh, I read other opinion and reviews on comics, Mr Beland. CBR is, as said, but one stop.
It wasn’t Greg’s review that made me change my mind about buying your work, it was your reaction.

But hey, it’s cool that you’re not bothered about your internet presence costing you a sale.

(…it was you that went mentalist at BENDIS! over a diss at Puerto Rico though, right?)

Anyway, nice talking to you and thanks for not over-reacting to my previous post in any way at all.

The Eyeball Kid

October 7, 2006 at 6:32 am

I met Tom Beland at the MoCCA convention in New York last year. He was there with Lily, who was very lovely and sweet and chatted with me while Tom did a sketch for me. Which is part of the reason I had a hard time reading the comments and writing the response. Tom seemed like a nice guy, and I’ve enjoyed his work in the past, and I’m having a hard time reconciling that with the rambling, bitter, foul-mouthed hatred I’ve seen today.

I have so much I want to say I don’t even know where to begin. The initial review that started all this conflict hardly seems worth the effort of a response, let alone the amount of anger it seemed to cause. To paraphrase a great entertainer, you cannot please all of the people all of the time, and anyone who produces work for the consumption of others would eventually come to realize that fact, I should think. One of the Gregs didn’t like the comic, said so, and said why. Yeah he put a little glitter on it, because he’s trying to be an entertainer himself and four-word reviews are boring. But one of the great things about a collaberative medium like a blog with several contributors, or even one with comments, is that you have oppurtunities for rebuttals and differing opinions. I imagine that in a day or two someone would have posted their positive review of the comic. Folks who wouldn’t like that type of book would be warned away, while folks who would enjoy it would be tipped off to something that they might have missed. That’s what this website is for, I think. But given the response by the person claiming to be Tom Beland, I am hard-pressed to think of anybody finding the motivation to defend him at this point. Which is a shame because, as I’ve said, I’ve enjoyed Tom Beland’s comics in the past. I’m just not sure whether I’ll ever be able to enjoy them in the future.

Whether or not that is really Tom Beland posting, I think that this falls under the heading of “Ebert’s Law” (see link below).

http://www.journalfen.net/community/jurisimprudence/10082.html

FunkyGreenJerusalem

October 7, 2006 at 7:06 am

“Whether or not that is really Tom Beland posting, ”

I hope to god it’s not.

“you cranked out the most amateur piece of reviewing I’ve seen on the internet”

You don’t read the internet much, do you “Tom”?

I hadn’t thought much about if it was really Tom Beland actually writing the posts.

I hope it’s not. But if it is, it kinda makes me sad.

I re-read the original review and I don’t see the personal attacks that he claims are there. Perhaps that is just a side-effect of reviewing somthing that’s autobiographical in nature. The guy puts his “personal” life on paper for everyone to read, but if someone says it’s boring I guess that makes it “personal attack”.

An interesting conundrum.

PS - Hail hail the Eyeball Kid!

I’ve put on my fedora with “Press” card tucked in it (man, I gotta get me one of those!), my fat is actually lapping over the arms of my chair, and I’m clutching my day-old half-eaten breakfast burrito. I don’t suppose I owe Mr. Beland this, but I’ll give it a go:

Tom Beland brings True Story Swear to God to Image with a new #1 and a chance for a wider audience. On the first few pages he succinctly sums up “the story so far” - namely, how he met Lily Garcia, the woman with whom he moved to Puerto Rico. This issue is basically the set up to his time in Puerto Rico, as he deals with feelings of isolation because he is completely out of his comfort zone, and emasculation because Lily is a successful businesswoman and he is a struggling freelancer. These two themes, along with his proclamations of love for Ms. Garcia, are the main ideas of the book.

Unfortunately, Mr. Beland’s ideas, which could have led to some interesting comments about the society in which he lives and how he struggles to profess his love, never quite translate well onto the page. Early on, he speaks to Lily about his visit to California and how all his friends have moved on. This is an opportunity to show how everyone grows up and grows apart, which would add some wistfulness to the book, but because Mr. Beland simply tells Lily about it, he comes off as whining and misses the chance. We have all experienced this feeling to one degree or another, so it’s not that we are impressed by Mr. Beland’s trenchant insight, but with less exposition and by allowing us to come to the conclusions that he did, we could sympathize more with him. In this case, however, we simply think that he should grow up.

This is too often the case in this book. It’s packed full of “telling, not showing,” which is deadly in a visual medium like comics. The most charming part of the book is when Mr. Beland tries to get paid by the various people who owe him money, because despite a great deal of dialogue, we see him take some action (even if said action is lying on the sofa eating something) and laugh along with his efforts. This kind of parallelling of the words with the pictures is lacking in the rest of the book, however.

The most egregious error in the book is the foundation of it. This is, supposedly, a love story, but that never really comes across. The fact that Mr. Beland is no longer with Ms. Garcia might lend some retroactive recognition of what’s wrong with their relationship, but even without that knowledge, this does not read like a great love story. When Mr. Beland complains about people he knows moving on without him, it comes off less of a sad recognition of the reality and more of a complaint that he has moved to Puerto Rico. Perhaps that’s not how it’s meant to sound, but how must Ms. Garcia think about this. Mr. Beland often ruminates about his stalled career, and while that’s not a bad thing to ruminate about, it feels as if he is far more concerned about that than his relationship. Toward the end, when he has gotten paid, we get into the “relationship” part of the book. Mr. Beland makes dinner for Lily, an expression of his love for her, but throughout, he keeps telling us that it’s an expression of his love for her, and that’s why it feels hollow. As I was reading the two pages about making Lily dinner, it felt as if it was something he HAD to do in order to “prove” his love, and he seems to care more about the feeling it gives to him than the feeling it gives to Lily. Perhaps I’m reading this wrong, but this book seems remarkably Tom Beland-centered for a romance. He can’t speak for Lily, obviously, but he could stop talking about himself all the time.

There’s a sort of quiet charm to the book, and I can see why people like it. It speaks to a universal desire to be loved and give love, and the struggle to make it work. However, love is not something that can be explained, and Beland misses several opportunities to stop with the dialogue and allow us to pick up his intentions about the scene. The entire page with he and Lily sitting on the sofa eating his tuna casserole could have been done without narration balloons. In the first panel, Lily says, “Mmm … tuna casserole,” with hearts around her word balloon (a nice touch) and in the last panel, she says, “I like the topping … it’s crunchy,” to which Beland replies, “Those are deep fried onions.” The middle panels, where Lily enjoys the meal, need nothing else. This would give us a deeper feeling for their relationship, allow us to draw our own conclusions, and would lessen the feeling we get that Mr. Beland is in it simply for himself. That would be a charming scene, but instead it’s overwrought because of the narration.

Ultimately, this is far sadder than it should be. As I wrote, perhaps it’s the knowledge that the couple are no longer together, but it just seems that Mr. Beland’s words and his actions are opposed to each other. He tells us how much he loves Lily, but he appears to do little to show it (beyond making her dinner, which I’ve covered). As a love story, this is a tale about a man who can’t commit to a relationship even after he moves to Puerto Rico from California. That’s rather strange.

I can’t recommend TSSTG. It moves far too slowly and misses far too many chances to tell us something new about romance. Love stories should make us feel good about our relationships, because we can recognize our relationships in them. This fails to do that, and that’s why the book as a whole is a failure. It’s too bad, because romances are a forgotten genre within the comic book medium, and it would be nice to see a great one.

There, Mr. Beland. And readers who thought I was a bit too flip in my initial review. The book is still boring. But at least I was nice, right?

I still appreciate your words, even if you’re being a dick about it. And you know, you’re right - using “gooks” was offensive, and I apologized - it was meant to be a joke, but it was stupid - and I deleted it, because that’s what people do. Similarly, I like how you equate me with a part of the female anatomy, implying that it’s somehow weak, and don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. Will we get an apology from you? Somehow I doubt it.

Thanks again for stopping by. Sorry it was for such an idiotic reason. I think we do a pretty good job here at being even-handed. But you can disagree all you want.

I’ve already said my peace to Jonah.

I couldn’t care less how you want to repackage your column, dude. Do us all a favor and go back to prose.

Greg: As far as your original review of TSSTG goes, you have nothing to be sorry about.

Mr. Beland (if that’s who you really are): I had never heard of your book until I read Greg’s review. Even if I had heard of it, I probably wouldn’t have been inclined to pick it up (not my cup of tea). After reading your “comments” here, I can guarantee you that I will never pick it up!

Here’s a little piece of unsolicited advice:

Don’t bother trying to respond to Beland.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with your review, and trying to repackage it so he won’t be offended just validates his idea that you did something wrong in the first place.

It’s almost unbelievable that someone who handles criticism like he does can keep any kind of job.

Greg, you’re handling this really, really well.

But on a side-note, I just wanna pick up on the comment you made about Roger Ebert earlier: he’s not where he is just because he sees a lot of movies, he’s where he is because he’s capable of writing interesting and worthwhile reviews of said movies. I mean, that seems exceedingly obvious, but it’s just worth pointing out because the art of good criticism is often really underrated.

Beland’s no Seinfeld, but you’re not Ebert either, is all. I always like your reviews, though, and god knows I can’t be bothered reviewing the comics I buy, so thanks for taking the time. I haven’t picked up TSSTG before- not a fan of autobios- and your review reminded me why that is, cheers.

You’re absolutely right, Rohan, and I hope I wasn’t comparing myself to Ebert, because his actual film criticism is very good, while my attempts at comics criticism have been less than laudable. I’m just saying that he got to where he was because he sees every movie and distills them into capsule reviews, which is a handy talent. But it’s not like he’s a director or screenwriter or works in the movie industry. He’s just a guy who watches a lot of movies. Excellent work if you can get it. There’s no degree you can get for film reviews, just as there’s no degree you can get for comics reviews. That’s all I meant.

Yeah, for sure. Any degree you could get would be pretty useless, anyway… like you say, it just comes down to seeing a lot of movies and being able to make the reviews interesting. Again, nice reviews this week, shame about the unpleasantness in the comments.

Wow, Tom Beland does freak out at anything. I mean, there was that Bendis thing a while back, but I figured it was just misconstrued. Plus, I don’t know Bendis, so maybe he really is just a jerk.

But this confirms it. There was nothing wrong with your review, Greg. It’s just too bad that Mr. Beland came here to throw his fit.

Greg — Well, I was going to pick on your word choice (Never liked “egregious.” It’s such a snooty word) but after all the trouble from the first review, that seems like it’d be in poor taste.

“Greg — Well, I was going to pick on your word choice (Never liked “egregious.” It’s such a snooty word) but after all the trouble from the first review, that seems like it’d be in poor taste.”

Since it’s usage in Talledaga Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby, the word egregious has lost the right to be snooty.
“This is egregious, do you hear me! Egregious!!!!!”

I haven’t gone through all the comments here, and I haven’t read the latest issue of TSSTG (I’m a bad person; after discovering it in trades, I decided to stick with that format). But, I loved the previous TSSTG series, and I usually agree with Greg’s reviews.

So, when it came to his TSSTG review, I did think it was overly harsh and snarky. And I think Mr. Beland’s remarks have been much the same. For someone who comes across in his writing as fairly jovial and good-humored, this smacks uncharacteristically of sour grapes.

Greg, I think part of the problem is that, while this may be a #1, it comes in the middle of an ongoing story, and while the portions with the family moving on might seem petty and naive, to those who have been reading since the beginning, it has significantly greater emotional gravitas. Sure, it might be a failure of the traditional conventions of first issues to not recap that sort of thing, but it’s hard to get the same sort of emotional involvement in one issue that for others has been building for a whole volume. Still, it seems like you approached this with a negative attitude and outright trepidation over the autobiographical nature of the work. To suggest that autobiography can only be interesting if the subject’s led some sort of extraordinary life, to snarkily condemn the whole of “slice-of-life” literature, seems really over-the-top. Maybe it’s not your cup of tea, but “I shove knitting needles into my eyes”? That was unnecessary.

Mr. Beland, I have the utmost respect for your work, and I fully anticipate enjoying the newest installment of “True Story” when I can. But this behavior is reprehensible. Yes, the review was unnecessarily harsh, but that’s no reason for vulgar, sexist language, and just the sort of ad hominem attacks you seem to accuse Mr. Burgas of committing. Just as Greg can’t presume to speak for all the fans and/or detractors of your work, you can’t presume to speak for all the readers of this blog, and claiming that you don’t want the people who read this blog to buy your book isn’t endearing you to anyone, including your fans.
As far as the “put up or shut up” argument, it’s crap, plain and simple. I can’t play an instrument to save my life, but that doesn’t mean I can’t tell when something’s out of tune. You don’t have to be proficient at something to be able to recognize its strengths and weaknesses. That proficiency might make you more aware, might bring up details and whatnot that the uninitiated would miss, but it certainly isn’t a requirement for criticism.

Sheesh. Such ugly behavior.

FunkyGreenJerusalem

October 7, 2006 at 11:54 pm

Hey Greg:

I always enjoy your reviews, and they’ve put me onto some good stuff I wouldn’t have read otherwise (Sudden Gravity, Brownesville, Cyclone Bill & The Tall Tales).
When I first read the comments yesterday I got to thinking that maybe your review was a little mean, but I’ve just re-read it, and can’t really fault it - it says the same thing but is much more entertaining than the second one (which is more criticism than review).
Perhaps if certain people had read more of your reviews, rather than just reading one about their book and going off the rails, they’d have been more in tune with your style.

Hey Tom Beland:

I felt depressed when I read your comments yesterday.
I only know you through your work (and like one or two interviews), that is to say I don’t know you at all. Normally I can keep author and work seperate in my mind, and have different opinions about the two (ie Due to his autobiography I don’t know if I’d actually get along with James Ellroy, but I do love his work).
However, as your work is you - that is a retelling of your life - I’ve found you comments here have really affected my view of TSSTG.
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