Sunday, October 15, 2006
Making Comics
A quarter-century ago, when I lived in Mexico and had the chance to observe the creatures up close, I concocted a Kafkaesque cartoon called "The Adventures of Bombardier Beetle." The project amounted to nothing, owing to my more than primitive drawing skills, but one day I mean to revive it. When I do, I'll owe it to Scott McBride's excellent how-to book Making Comics: Storytelling Secrets of Comics, Manga, and Graphic Novels.
Saturday, January 28, 2006
On Meretricious Publishing
A welcome rant on corporate publishing, courtesy of the novelist and essayist Gilbert Sorrentino. Though his comments are twelve years old, they're even truer today, as the whole James Frey affair shows:
Joyce, Pound, and Williams commanded the smallest of audiences and were shunned by what we now think of as "major" publishing houses. Publishers have always been craven when the odds are not in their favor, it's just enhanced nowadays because there is so much money to be made if the publisher can hit the shit machine. What is most surprising to me is the number of—what can I call them?—"absent" books published. These are books that have no literary merit, no spirit of aesthetic adventure, no rough but interesting formal design, and—this is most important—no chance of commercial success! That's what is so amazing to me—not the number of Judith Krantz-like novels published, nor the Calvin Trillin-Garrison Keillor warm and wise and witty and wonderful malarkey, but the novels that just lie there: life and love in a small town in Northern California, sexual awakening in a Baptist family in Pennsylvania—daughter flees to Greenwich Village, meets bum who makes her pregnant, discovers feminism—and on and on. Were I running these houses, I'd can all these editors in a minute. If they can't make millions, would be my thinking, I'll be God damned if they're going to put out excrement that will only break even, i.e., if we want to break even, I'd say, let's publish BOOKS. But, of course, the chances are that the people who own these houses would not know a book if it buggered them.
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