So Buttons #3; Written by Jonathan Baylis with art by various hands; Color and black and white; 28 pp.
Self-published; $5
So Buttons Holiday Special #1; Written by Jonathan Baylis with art by various celebrants; Black and white; 8 pp.; …
So Buttons #3; Written by Jonathan Baylis with art by various hands; Color and black and white; 28 pp.
Self-published; $5
So Buttons Holiday Special #1; Written by Jonathan Baylis with art by various celebrants; Black and white; 8 pp.; …
Toward the end of that facile Introduction, one that dabbles in a faux-pamphlet comic-scripting format for the rubes, Gaiman suggests a “real title” for the volume as “A Sampler: Some Really Good Comics, Including Extracts from Longer Stories We Thought Could Stand on Their Own” and, as such, finds “It’s not half bad.” The Best American Comics this year, every year, any year, needs to be better than that.
©Lilli Carre
A while back I offered comment on Desmond Reed’s Aloha and The Island. The two comics here, Dexter Park and The Neighbor, come in the very same, cozy, 4¼” x 2¾ ” package with double-thick pages. They feature the very same clear, congenial, pictographically accessible drawing style. Reed uses a single, confident line of unvarying thickness to virtually embody cartooning directness. Outlines define the world and solid blacks, spotted to purpose, are it in terms of texture. No shading, no crosshatching. In a similarly no-nonsense fashion, dialogue is to point yet wholly conversational, amicable and routinely engaging.
From Dexter Park
“Guide” is a fit if pale description for the tome, one that at least holds a suggestion of the range and breadth of functions here provided to escort and enhance.
This particular edition of Colin Tedford’s Square Dance suggests what underground comics might have been in their nth iteration if maybe America and its cartoonists had progressed differently. For instance, what if, when head shops disappeared, the undergrounds migrated and were sold in farm and feed supply stores?
What if they’d made a wholesale shift into the funnies section of the free local papers? If they became less burdened by revolution and throwing off the shackles of repression and more fully cognizant of being irreparably part of “the system,” consequently committing to work from inside said system? If doing one’s own thing hinged less on sex, drugs and rock and roll and more on tending one’s own rows in the community garden?
I am told that devout Muslims do not undertake the sacred Haj until all their outstanding worldly debts are repaid. This comforts at the moment as I find myself unable to really get on with 2011 until I’ve fulfilled my obligations to some comics gathered in 2010.
Individual paragraphs in this Saga remind one of the desperate bedtime ploy where, turning the tables on an adult narrator, a child makes up his or her own story to ward off lights out: “… an’ then the dragon comes back but he can’t beat up Frankenstein, who’s a giant now, `cause he’s got a ray gun from these space aliens who came from inside the earth, but they were invisible …”