“Shape up or ship out Beetle Bailey!” By Dik Browne. No, wait, Mort Walker

havnt done a entry for a while so lets take this at a bunny slope level, hahaw

the other week I bought a little stack of used books -including “Shape Up or Ship Out Beetle Baily”, with the classic  image of beetle Bailey being beaten into an image of a pretzel  on the cover-( get it?)

With its glib 1970′s simplified form, its tempting to forget that this goofy slacker/wiseguy strip  is a direct desendent of exemplary comics like  Barney google, Mutt and Jeff Krazy Kat and the other Big-Foot strps of the the 1930′s. While its a diminished moment in the comic strip’s descent from the early 20th Century peak down to the nadir at  the end of the tunnel a hundred years later,  I was surprised by how much i like Beetle Bailey.  The jokes in this book are pretty funny and, at the risk of making Dik Browne puke, they have a graceful  logic to them, like the work of a poetic clown.

I mean Mort Walker, not Dik Browne. Fuck. now this blog is ruined.

At the same time they are surprisingly reflective of their time. This book came out 36 years ago,when the Vietnam war was in its terminal stage and the post -segregation era was in full swing . This book illustrates that the racial dialogue in America iwas clearly at a provocative stage with the superfly Lt. Flack being forced to bear thefull weight of the strip’s  subtextual social consciousness.

In one of the stronger jokes  Lt Flack is asked how to get promoted  and he answers,” I just keep my nose to the grindstone.” The camp idiot “Zero” overhears this and thinks to himself” wow, and here  I thought there was equality between blacks and whites.”

Weird, pretty funny,  sort of provocative, not terribly sensitive by todays standards and arguably not something you would see today at all.

Also, something  that is referred to in a series of jokes spanning a month of strips is the famous “New Army” re-strategizing of the Nixon administration in 1973. This was the point at which  the army became an all volunteer army, anda moment in which the army  declared their intent to “unlearn the tactical lessons of Vietnam.”I remember encountering references to the new army when i was a kid but didnt understand the historical context then.

Tom Hart remarked to me in a comment below  that a precedent towards addressing Vietnam was set in the 70′s by strips like Doonesbury. The difference is that  Beetle Bailey is rooted in fantasy, like Ernie Bushmiller’s Nancy,and its growth is retarded.  I’ve always considered it to be like wallpaper, a merchandising property thats stays in print for the sake of the merch rather than for the sake of creativity.Bushmiller’s Nancy is a fantasy world in which poverty, a disgruntled working class, old age and broken familes remain just out of view and sometimes enter the strip. there’s something that borders on being genuinely interesting when real world comes to the brink of this weird world that Dik Browne creates. Fuck, I mean Mort Walker.

There’s a thin line sometimes between a good dumb immature comic and one that deserves to be hated for not maturing. Certain bands were never meant to do mature work. Im reminded of music writers who would  bemoan the very idea of a band becoming post-hardcore or post-punk. Social-economically the comparison between garage bands and  BB probably does not fly, but aesthetically it does.  Certain strips have vitality and verve based on sticking to their simple cartoon roots. BB in the 70′s is one of those strips.

In terms of it’s value as entertainment  and story, there is a machine like efficiency with which the characters are introduced, and an impressive inventiveness behind the variations the cartoonist manges to discover behind each theme. Sarge is fat and violent. Sarge’s dog is as smart as a human,Beetle is a slacking dickwipe. Zero is on acid. MS Buxley is hot. General Halftrack loves golf and is inept. Thats not even mentioning  ”Killer” the  ’70′s era lady’s man, and the blond haired non- commissioned officer whose name I forget, and Cookie the disgusting unhygenic chef.

So, to summarize, keep your eyes peeled for these old books. The art of printing cartoon collections cheaply and in a small digestable format is  a dead  thing -in this age of 25 lb  800 page hardcover reprint books . And thats it. More reviews to follow

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THESE ARE MY JOKES by NIKKI BURCH

Nikki Burch is someone I’m fortunate to have formed one of those internet friendships with. while It is sad that i have not yet met her in her person, my adoration of her work on paper alone is sky high. Because i can see how different her work is and how focused it is.

Her voice is original, her style is strange, honest and labor intensive in a way that makes even a simple drawing of a cartoon owl into a record of  a tooth and nail struggle to express her vision. Into the breach armed with ink, willing to shed blood . She is the real deal.

Directness  could be the key motif here starting with  the very literal title (“These are my Jokes”)through strips like “LOVE,” “Super,Man” and “Blind Date”( I hate to spoil the ending, but the girl  in the last panel is   hideous) there is a bluntness to her style that  is the halmark of so much punk rock.

I remember once reading a music reviewer’s description of the skinhead band The Bruisers as being “as subtle as a brick.” like The Bruisers, Ms. Burch’s intent is to brutalize  you just as much as it is to sing for you. The hint is there in every punch line, in the care she takes depicting a cartoon cat hunting a baby bird,  In the heavy lines of her  hand lettered  font that screams out like someone yelling at you from a parking lot across the street:Lifes TOUGH/Life Stuff.

Format: the book is printed with a  simple square bound cover and  44 pages of art. its a small book, and I plan on showing it  to my students to demonstrate a way to do comics that is there for them to explore if they are passionate enough about the medium. You can order her work by contacting her personally nburch2@gmail.com

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Cerebus Guide to Self Publishing (2010 reissue) by Dave Sim.

Cerebus Guide to Self Publishing (2010 reissue) by Dave Sim.

Reviewed by Josh Bayer, 9-5-2010

Process is the key word here. This book is a celebration of the process, and a comment on the process and at times a commenting on the commenting of the process. But this should lead no one to believe that this book is a smug meta-fest, quite the opposite.  It is probably  one of the most practical of recently published how-to handbooks.

Mostly its a joy to read because  its written with a force, a love of comics, and decades of experience behind it. Each of his observations about inking and composition ring with a truth that makes me eager to run to the drawing board and put them to the test.

But like any  good authentic self published ‘zine it instructs you how to read it as you go, it defines for you what it is, a rare chance to listen to the voice of  a true independent voice committed to his own ethics and aesthetics and its own vision after over 30 years. There are observations about cartooning that had me bugged eyed and reading passages over and and over again . He spends almost  a page and half discussing different ways to sharpen your pencil; there’s actually lot more to say on the subject than I thought.

I would not reccommend buying it for its production values. Dont expect to find fun illustrations there are none. In fact there arent even any breaks to organize this book by chapter headings or bullet points. its just a simple unadorned tower of words rising like one of those obelisks Alan Moore goes on and on about  in From Hell. And though the cover, depicting  Cerebus  the Aardvark furiously  cartooning against deadline, facing an oppressive ticking clock,  gets points for its  workman-like quality, it’s also hideous.

But,  Dave Sim the cartoonist  in this book takes  a back seat to Dave Sim the comics fanatic. Since I haven’t read Cerebus, thats the side of him that I am discovering, through this book and his essay-heavy work on Glamourpuss.

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Prison Pit

Prison PitJohnny Ryan’s work is always working on a few different levels. There’s the provocateur, the self-taught craftsman and the rare creator who has this amazing ability to access a rich subconscious storehouse of imagery that I am jealous of. In the cultural comics landscape, he now occupies the same position the Ramones occupied in their field ; the antidote to the Prog rock tendencies of his contemporaries, the moody self reflection  and what he described once as “All that gay falling leaf bullshit.”

Reading interviews with him and knowing some of his tastes in comics, I have come to realize that this posturing is part of a PT Barnum like revisionism of the truth. I know he is a fan of From Hell , which is full of moody pacing and intellectual excesses he was also an English Lit major in college. I’ve come to appreciate that the stupidity of his work is a creative-life saving  choice which allows a smart guy to get out of his own way and perform.

Prison Pit , the story is of a pro-wrestling space criminal fighting for survival on a barren prison planet  is a bit of an act of self recreation. The content is still as abrasive and reckless as ever, but the pacing and story transitions show that he has come to peace with the “gay falling leaf bullshit.” Some sequences are paced like EC Segar, some like Anders Nilsen.

Its also a smartly packaged- at 130 pages, its a portable book and something that Ryan was able to release just a year or so after his last issue of AYC. I live in NY, its not a city where you want to be lugging around a copy of  a 500 page encyclopedia like comic collection. as a result, i’ve shared this book  with friends and students and reread it a lot which is more than can be said about  a lot of other stuff in my collection. (I’ve also encouraged (okay, forced) my students to reproduce his pages see link http://www.webcomicsnation.com/joshbayer/comics_church/series.php?view=archive&chapter=44026). And as i write this, PP2 is about to come out, so read it as soon as you can.

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Siegel and Shuster’s Funnyman: The First Jewish Superhero, from the Creators of Superman

Interesting essay on the origins  Jewish humor which earns points for ballsiness. My co-worker, after only a quick glance at the contents questioned whether it was an anti -Semitic book because it reprints so much anti Semitic artifacts  from the early 20th century, The book is from Feral house, so it’s full of their trademark love of the taboo. Oh yes, there’s comics too. The intro is really worth the price of the book though, it’ll make you feel smarter-though in my case its a fleeting sensation.

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