Showing posts with label Authors/Artists: Daniel Clowes. Show all posts
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Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Books: The Death Ray

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The Death Ray
By Daniel Clowes
2011





Available now from Islington Libraries
You can reserve this item for free here:
http://www.library.islington.gov.uk/TalisPrism/


Daniel Clowes is a guy who's best known for serving up slice-of-life stuff with an extra helping of misery and grief (served cold). If you've heard of him - it's most likely for his breakthrough crossover hit Ghost World which - yeah - was a movie starring blah blah blah...

But - hey - what's this? Is that a superhero brandishing some kind of cosmic ray-gun on the cover there? Does this mean that Clowes has finally sold out? Is he making a late career dash for the mainstream? For someone who's always made a habit out of rolling his eyes at the idea that comics were only ever about costumes and capes this seems a little unexpected - like finding out that Jim Jarmusch's next film is going to be CGI robots fighting Batman or something [1]. I mean - there's a moment in his last book (I think it was his book anyway - but whatever) Wilson where the title character is sitting in the back of a taxi and when the driver asks: "So. Have you seen the Dark Knight?" Wilson responds: "Isn't it a kid's movie?" [2] and the feeling (from this reader anyone) is that Clowes (at that point) is on Wilson's side...

Death Ray starts with a scene that feels like Wilson all over again: there's a guy called Andy out walking his dog - picking up poop - and making bitter judgements on those who have wronged him (speaking of his ex-wives he says: "Neither of them was worth a damn. Just a couple of whores out to drain a man of his money and vigor."): hell for a second there it was all so familar that I thought that maybe I was reading a Wilson sequel. But - no. Like I've said: this is much more superhero-tastic.

I can't remember where I read it - but when I was fluttering around the internet reading the things people had written about The Bulletproof Coffin by David Hine and Shaky Kane someone said something to the effect that Death Ray and The Bulletproof Coffin were the only two superhero books that approaching the idea of superheroes in a properly adult way and something blah blah blah Watchmen sucks or something [3]. Actually - no wait - sorry that's not quite fair. Let me try again: I guess the point that they were tying to make it that most every superhero book out there treats superheroes purely as escapist entertainment (I mean - that's what they are - (and it's a bit like getting prissy that toys are just things that you can play with) but let's not get into all that now yeah?): and that Death Ray and Bulletproof Coffin were the only books that really got into the psychological realism of what superheroes are all about (I mean this could all be completely wrong but what the hey right?). Of course in terms of my expectations I thought that Death Ray was going to be all close-up sweaty realism - with uncomfortable close-ups of people being punched in the face (and the caption reading something like: "Hey readers - watch out: beacuse like violence is bad yeah?"). Thankfully tho (I mean - I guess not if you're a fan of sweaty violence - but hey you can always get that sort of thing elsewhere if you really want...) Death Ray isn't really into that sort of brutal physical bodily fluids type of violence - more the sort of violence that happens inside people's minds and the various way that sort of stuff can manifest itself - in a way that's not really that explosive: but is much more sickening for it's lack of effect and the way that sometimes even tho we do stuff that might be kinda big and tramatic - the world doesn't always reciprocate: and so sometimes - well - sometimes stuff just disappears (you know: like with the finality of death and things like that [4]).

Of course - because it's Daniel Clowes: throughout all of this - it never gives the reader a chance to get off the hook: and even tho it generally does a Reservoir-Dogs-style-swerve away from all the bloody stuff that doesn't mean that the language isn't doing it's best to try and make an impact (I think that my favourite line of the whole book is: "It was like my entire body got a giant boner.").

And - well - maybe it's because I only recently reread Kick Ass (which I guess is the primary text (or whatever) of "superheroes for real" nowadays) but I really liked the way that Death Ray upends the cliché of there always being a supervillain showing up to fight the main guy who gets all the superpowers. So that was cool. Plus - the way Daniel Clowes takes his whole schizophrenic artistic style that he used in Wilson (and maybe his other books as far as I know - Ice Haven maybe? [5]) and really makes it sing. So it doesn't seem like he has a short attention span or is just showing off (altho it's like his different moods of drawing are really that dissimilar from each other - so it's pretty rubbish showing off - but - hey - ok: whatevers): he actually makes everything feel integrated: so that a change in styles means a change in the way that he's telling the story: and - at points: it all gets pretty complex (the Comics Journal (see that Death-Ray Discussion Forum link below) only half-jokingly calls: "first-person past-tense textual narration (delivered from the future) with third-person past-tense visual narration."): even tho it doesn't really take any effort to read or understand.

So yeah: full of the all the sort of bile and vemon that you'd want from a Daniel Clowes feature (the heroe's catchphrase isn't quite "With great power comes great responsibility" in fact it's more like: "How the hell does one man stand against 4 billion assholes.") with a dressing of spandex and masks as well. So something for the whole family to enjoy then. Excellent.

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[1] I mean - I know that this goes without saying: but - hell - that would be a film that I would pay money to go see: so - erm - Hollywood? Could you make it happen please please please?

[2] I'm simplifying it a little. But if you want to read it: it's here

[3] I really wish I could remember where I saw it: because obviously this would make a lot more sense if I could just link to it. But - for once - I'm going to restrain myself from going back to see if I can find it (if anyone knows what I'm talking about and where it is then please send me the link or tell me where it was!)

[4] Yeah - I know that maybe this all just sounds unreasonable woolly. But I'm hoping that those of you who've read it will know (maybe) what I'm talking about?

[5] That's not a Daniel Clowes book that we currently have in stock here at Islington: so I can't really say for sure what it's like... (Sorry). 

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Links: Icon Sequential Review: With Great Power Comes Something or Other: Daniel Clowes’s The Death-Ray,  The Comics Journal: The Death-Ray Discussion Forum.

Further reading: Wilson, The Bulletproof Coffin, David Boring, Kick-Ass, Kinetic, Flex Mentallo, RaslWatchmen, I Never Liked You, Black Hole, #$@&!: The Official Lloyd Llewellyn Collection.  

Profiles: Daniel Clowes.

All comments welcome.

Friday, 13 January 2012

Books: Ghost World

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Ghost World
By Daniel Clowes

1997





Available now from Islington Libraries
You can reserve this item for free here:
http://www.library.islington.gov.uk/TalisPrism/

Ghost World made me remember what it feels like to be a cynical teenage girl (and I've never even been a cynical teenage girl). Told in a pale washed out bluey green with nice plain simple artwork this is a comic book that is less action packed narrative and more tone poem made up of people going "so" "like" "yeah" "whatever". Best friends Enid Coleslaw and Rebecca Doppelmeyer have just graduated high school and are spending their summer sitting around being all pseudo-intellectual, disconnected and doing their best to hide how they feel from themselves and each other. Basically if can you imagine two female Holden Caulfields you're pretty much there. Expect: lonely people, alienation and in inexpert fumbling. It's also good because Daniel Clowes writes the kinda dialogue that actually sounds like it was spoken by people (once or twice I actually nodded my head in recognition). For everyone who was teenage in the disaffected nineties (or - hell - whenever).

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Links: Hooded Utilitarian Article: What Does That Even Mean? / Hooded Utilitarian Article: Someone Else's Ghost / Hooded Utilitarian Article: Voices from the Archive: Caroline Small on Ghost World.

Further reading: Lost at Sea, Caricature, Shortcomings, David Boring, Blankets, I Never Liked You.

Profiles: Daniel Clowes.

All comments welcome.

Monday, 4 July 2011

Books: #$@&!: The Official Lloyd Llewellyn Collection

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#$@&!: The Official Lloyd Llewellyn Collection
By Daniel Clowes

1995





Available now from Islington Libraries
You can reserve this item for free here:
http://www.library.islington.gov.uk/TalisPrism/

"The world is filled with witness creeps who wouldn't recognise an instrinsically dynamic narrative artform if it smacked 'em in the face." Thirteen shaggy-dog stories starting a hapless hare-brained hipster named Lloyd Llewellyn who's a wannabe detective/ladies man/tough guy: there's laughs but you're gonna have to squint to be able to see them and plots don't so much as end rather than slowly deflate and then lie on the floor. From the warped pen of Daniel Clowes and dripping with sexual neurosis and nostalgic fantasties gone rotten this is a comic that is acts all noir but doesn't mind taking the sleazy route. Full of lines like "a man who could count his blessings on a hand that had been maimed in an industrial accident" that ping like bullets bouncing off the side of thunderbird racing down Highway Thirteen - you might want to duck in case one of them hits you in the face. This is what comics were like when people didn't have to act like they cared.

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Further reading: David Boring, Why I Hate Saturn, The Beats: A Graphic History, The Death Ray.

Profiles: Daniel Clowes.

All comments welcome.

Tuesday, 21 June 2011

Books: David Boring

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David Boring
By Daniel Clowes

2002





Available now from Islington Libraries
You can reserve this item for free here:
http://www.library.islington.gov.uk/TalisPrism/

The first (obvious) reference point for this book is David Lynch. Dreamlike fragments rolling against each other in strange ways and a sense that some complete meaning that makes sense of it all is just out of reach: that would sum it up. Although what's cool about this comic is even as it feels disjointed and trippy - there is enough character interaction and narrative push to keep the reader pulled along; with small moments of lucidity and unexpected comic moments ("this isn't working.") to keep a spring in your steps. You might feel slightly lost at points - but home never feels too far away and when your main charcater is called "David Boring" you know that someone somewhere has a sly smile on their lips - even if they won't let you in on the joke.

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Links: A Critical Reading of David Boring by Shawn Rider.

Further reading: Jar of Fools, Summer Blonde, Black Hole, The Death Ray, The Bulletproof Coffin.

Profiles: Daniel Clowes.

All comments welcome.

Wednesday, 8 June 2011

Authors/Artists: Daniel Clowes

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Daniel Clowes
Born: April 14, 1961
Chicago, Illinois, U.S.









Author and artist of some of the most popular alternative comic books out there Daniel Clowes is the Generation X graphic novel poster boy and saviour and sympathic heart to all the wierdos, screw-balls and drop-outs of the western world (and I mean that affectionately). The creator of Eightball (his own anthology series) which has amongst others spawned such hits as Ghost World (the film adapatation of which he wrote the screenplay for - fact fans) and David Boring ("It's like Fassbinder meets half-baked Nabokov on Gilligan's Island."). With a style that matches a sort of beat-poetry/jazz aesthetic with David Lynch strangeness - he is an aquired taste but one that is rich and full of strange and queasy joys. Indebted to Robert Crumb and the like but with a distinctive style all his own.

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Links: Rookie Mag Interview.

Selected works: #$@&!: The Official Lloyd Llewellyn Collection, Caricature, Ghost World, David Boring, Wilson, The Death Ray.

All comments welcome.

Monday, 28 March 2011

Books: Wilson

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Wilson
By Daniel Clowes

2010





Available now from Islington Libraries
You can reserve this item for free here:
http://www.library.islington.gov.uk/TalisPrism/

I know that you might not believe me but one of the best things about working in a public library is the public. I mean - I know that they don't have the best reputation (and that Sid Vicious quote about the man on the street comes to mind) but mostly they're fun, smart and kind. Mostly [1]. Because sometimes sometimes you get people who make you give up all hope for humanity, the blowhards who only ask you a question so that they can give themselves a chance to speak. The people who aren't smart enough to realise that they're so very stupid and who - despite having absolutely no redeeming qualities whatsoever - still act as if they god's gift to the world. These are the men (and for whatever reason it's mostly men) who if you were given a choice between spending any small amount of time with them or clawing out your own eyes with a rusty spoon would have you immediately reaching for the cutlery drawer.

The funny thing tho - is however hellish it is to meet these people in real life - when they're trapped within the confines of a book [2] and you're siting comfortably locked away on the outside looking on: they're totally hilarious.

Which brings us to Wilson.

With pretty much every page broken into a six panel strip format this is a book that outwardly resembles (if you were just ideally flicking through it) an old-fashioned Sunday morning humorous strip where everything is always the same, nothing ever gets too deep and there's always a joke in the last panel: most of the drawings are pretty simple (just a few lines and nothing much more) and the colour palette is pretty bleak - all muted pinks and faded yellows. Unsurprisingly tho it's nothing of the sort.

If you've encountered any Daniel Clowes before then you probably know what to expect: staring a disgruntled, middle-aged sourfaced misery guts called Wilson who likes nothing better than complaining, whinging and whining. Sometimes you'll laugh with him, sometimes at him and sometimes not at all - and in fact maybe you'll just end up crying. With artwork that shifts style every page keeping you off balance and unsure - if you've ever found yourself raging impotently against a cruel and unjust world or cracked a joke that's everyone hated you for: then this is a comic that understands your pain and knows what it's like to hurt even worse.

Yes - it's bleak and unremitting (and there's lots of sharp turns that you won't see coming until it's too late - plus a delighful running joke about poo): but somehow strangely - it's also one of the lightest Daniel Clowes books I've read. Maybe it's the six panel format that keeps everything constantly moving forwards which means (unlike Wilson himself) you never get a chance to mope or perhaps it's the rat-a-tat-tat of the punchlines (however miserable) that keep firing and gives the whole experience a pulsing rhythm - but whatever it is - it's something that I would recommend without hesitation.

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[1] Yes that's an Aliens reference. Woo.

[2] See also: A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole which may just be one of the funniest books ever written.

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Links: The Savage Critics: Round-Table Discussion, Guardian Daniel Clowes Interview, Comics Comics Article, Comics For Serious Article, Tearoom of Despair Article, Sean T Collins Review.

Further reading: The Death Ray, Ghost World, American Splendor: Best of American Splendor, Literary Life, Breakdowns, Jimmy Corrigan, the Smartest Kid on Earth.

Profiles: Daniel Clowes.

All comments welcome