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A history of Bat Lash
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Jack Kirby's lost "Prisoner" adaptation
Dean Motter's DC "Prisoner" graphic novel
The Comic-Con adventures of JoAnn & co
The Book of Biff
Alan J. Porter
Recent Books of Interest
DC Showcase Presents: Bat Lash by Sergio Aragones and Denny O'Neil (scripts, mostly) and Nick Cardy (art, mostly) (DC)
This collection begins in the late 60s, around the time the Western, in films, was being permanently
redefined and reimagined with films like The Wild Bunch and Once Upon A Time in the
West. DC's happy-go-lucky, vaguely Maverick-like Bat Lash wasn't quite
undergoing the same degree of genre reworking (which wouldn't happen, in a pan-comics kind of
way, until the 80s, anyway...). But these are all agreeable enough "episodes," in the manner of
prevalent TV westerns. Bat Lash's one conceit -- perhaps necessary for the comics
code -- is that he's "peaceable," which is to say, he doesn't kill anyone, but gets off continually
remarkable shots that disarm his opponents (who do occasionally leave corpses in their wake). He
also has an unusual sense of refinement, much like Richard Boone's Paladin, in
Have Gun, Will Travel. Other writers and artists contribute stories, here,
too, primarily due to the fact that the collection, while modest in girth, goes all the
through the early 80s. Which is to say, ol' Bat Lash wasn't seen for a decade after the
late 60s, and the initial, modest flurry of issues. He then popped up sporadically in the back of
Jonah Hex and other comics. As the settings got more interesting -- the volume
wraps up with a Len Wein story set in New Orleans during one of the first "modern" Mardi Gras
parades -- you sense it was too bad ol' Bat and his Gandhian guns weren't allowed more room,
and time, to explore America and her closing frontiers, though his recent appearance in a
self-titled mini-series may augur some second or third chances.
The Prisoner -- exclusive sneak peek ("Not for sale!") art by Amilcar Pinna (Marvel Custom).
The one thing I really geeked out on at Con was AMC's booth previewing their Prisoner
remake/miniseries. The footage looked good, but it's hard to tell if the series will deliver -- it
seems more devoid of politics -- in the large "P" sense -- than the original was. Remakes -- or
"reimaginings" as they're calling it -- aside, The Prisoner also seems like a
hard thing to get right in comic book form. Jack Kirby made an abortive attempt for Marvel,
in the 70s, that was ultimately scotched, and then in the 80s, Dean Motter did an intriguing
sequel to the show's continuity for DC. Now we have this mini-comic co-hatched, presumably,
by AMC and Marvel, handed out at San Diego, but available to you via the miracles of download
and PDF files! No writer is credited in the handout (the credits themselves are discreetly
tucked into the bottom of the last page, below the in-panel product placement for the Palm
Pre -- which, of course, can also be used to keep track of you) and that is perhaps a red
flag. Pinna's art, alas, seems vague and noncommittal -- oh, you can tell that's Ian McKellan
as Number Two (good casting!) -- but in being overly-careful to not "give anything away" in
this snippet that feels like a middle scene from a longer project, rather than anything
self-contained, they may not be giving any potential new viewers reason enough to tune
in. Download your own copy and let me know what you think.
Goats: Infinite Typewriters by Jonathan Rosenberg (Del Rey)
Part of the wave of web comics now finding their way offline into collections, Rosenberg's
Goats appears on his web page in strip form. Which is hard to imagine, since he
constructs so many meta-narratives, so many Pirandello-esque demolitions of form and audience
distance, that it's hard to see how a single strip can do the enterprise justice. Of course, I'm
saying this as someone whose first introduction to the work was through this collection -- had I
discovered it back in the web frontier of the 90s, it would be an entirely different
experience. But I'm glad for this one, because while the narratives about, well, goats, and typing
monkeys, and evil chickens (!), invading aliens, the nature (and possible ingestion) of God,
drinking at NY's Peculier Pub, and so much more, do occasionally spin out of control, what's
more remarkable is how often Rosenberg eventually ties them together, and brings them in for
a landing. To mix our metaphors. Other collections are slated to follow: You can either wait,
or head to the web now, getting your "meta" in discrete bytes.
If the Geeks Have Won, How Come I Don't Feel Better?
That was the thought that struck me while standing outside the convention center at this year's
San Diego Comic Con: The "Con," of course, now only deals in "comics" as one aspect of the pop media
buffet/entertainment news cycle launching pad that it has become, which shows you far the formerly "fringe"
types of fandom -- not only the four-color sequential stuff, but "sci fi," "fantasy," noir,
gaming, "cosplay," etc. -- have seized the mainstream.
Copyright © 2009 Mark London Williams
Perhaps nowhere was the new Comic-Con gestalt encapsulated better than at the Showtime booth,
where -- wandering around on Preview Night -- I saw all the signage touting the upcoming
signings for the Dexter cast. Because Todd McFarlane's toy company had womped
up some bobble-heads and figurines of the show's characters, the various autographing sessions
were therefore co-sponsored -- as those signs definitely made clear -- by "Toys R Us."
Which is to say, a chain of children's toy stores is co-sponsoring autograph sessions for
a show about a funny serial killer.
That is such ultimate cross-pollinization, or "multi-platform synergy," or whatever the marketing
guys and gals are calling it now, that it's hard to know where to begin to deconstruct it.
And it's not that I don't like Dexter, because I do -- despite not being entirely
up on my run of episodes -- but perhaps what I balk at is that the bigger the Con gets, the
more "one way" it starts to feel. Which is to say, as an attendee, your job now is to just
stand in line, and consume whatever it is the studios and networks and game companies are throwing your way.
So as much as I might be curious to see the 3-D footage for Avatar, say, I just couldn't
bring myself to stand in line for an hour or more to see it, since Avatar -- and
everything else -- are going to be relentlessly promoted online and everywhere else, in
the months leading up to its release.
Standing in the great hall of the Convention Center, then, is a little like being inside
an entertainment-driven website.
Now, full disclosure requires me to note that I may have been in a somewhat cranky mood
since my laptop was crapping out on me, and money is generally tight. And in recent years
I go mainly because my oldest son prevails upon me to take him down there, and the outing,
heading south from L.A. and "doing" San Diego for a few days (this year, it was
two-and-a-half) has become a summer touchstone for us.
And since he's just getting bigger, and eventually heading out the door, those
touchstones are damned important.
So Eldest Son brought a friend along this year, too -- said friend is himself the son of a
well-regarded visual effects maven here in town, so you might think he'd be inured to most
things showy and show-bizzy, but he was really wowed by his first con, and with my son, they
roamed and prowled and won some prizes and discovered some graphic novels and we went to some
screenings, and it's not that I was entirely cranky about everything.
I ran into Nexus Graphica's own guest columnist, Alan J. Porter, there signing a special con
collection of his work for Boom! Studios' Disney/Pixar Cars adaptation (as well as getting
a first look at his history of Star Trek comics, which, readers, does indeed
look spiffy!), as well as fellow YA scribes Michael Reisman and Marlene Perez, cheerfully
ambling down one of the upstairs hallways.
I was also glad to see the off-line collective efforts of a lot of the web comics
folks (or is that "webcomics?") who banded together and printed up their own "Sunday funnies"
section to hand out, which included a passel of strips all angling to be the next Penny Arcade
or Goats (see review of the latter, in sidebar!) some of which might be. Of
special note is the neo-Edwardian absurdity of David Malki's Wondermark,
The Far Side-esque humor of Chris Hallbeck's The Book of Biff, The Indiana
Jones-y Ellie Connelly and the Eye of the Vortex by Indigo Kelleigh, and the intriguing
town-unto-itself skewed soap opera of Templar, Arizona, by Chicago-based artist Spike.
Hopefully we'll get a chance to do more tracking of the webcomics-all-one-word scene in this space, down the road...
And there were also other friends who were new to "Con" this year (I was somewhat shocked -- perhaps
more than somewhat -- to realize on the occasion of Comic Con's 40th anniversary, I'd been to nearly half
of them....), including my graphic novel-friendly librarian pal JoAnn Rees, her sister Diana, and their
friend Kasia. In fact, the pics you see of the Con are all taken from her blog, which will give you
a rundown of a full weekend's Con experience without any dollops of columnist cynicism.
Though perhaps this is where the two decades of Comic Con going finally got to me. Walking in, again on
preview night, one of the first things I spotted was Alex Ross' "Super Obama" t-shirt from last year,
with our now-Pres ripping off his business shirt to reveal a superhero-y, I-hail-from-Krypton-like "O" underneath.
I wrote about that shirt last year, and how one could sense the palpable sense of, well, hope and
tentative optimism in the air, in those weeks before the election.
Now, of course, Obama's won -- himself the occasional reader of comics. And if you'd told me, back
when I was first con-going in the 70s & 80s, that when geek/comics/comix/sf culture went
mainstream -- when they -- we -- "took over" mainstream culture, and the production appariti of
Hollywood, and when a geek-sympatico President sat in the Oval Office at the same time, well, I woulda
thought: What a mellow place America's gonna be! Full of interesting conversations, yet kind of like a big Ren Faire!
On the same weekend of the Con, the President, for all his putative "super powers," was busy being
backstabbed by conservative members of his own party on the issue of health care reform, the notion of
impeding insurance company profits apparently being another thing "off the table" in D.C. And of course,
the biosphere was still cracking up, from a drought/weather perspective, with no one in power
anywhere -- in spite of the triumph of formerly "fringe" culture -- with the vision to profoundly,
fundamentally change things.
Whether it's change we can believe in, or not.
And that perhaps explains the hollow feeling left by the mass marketing aspects of this year's con: Do
I really want to stand in line for an hour or two to see clips from a film that's going to be unceasingly
marketed to me anyway, before its release next summer?
As it was, I found myself taking long walks by the water in San Diego. I came with an idea for a
book. But again, that could just be me feeling retro.
Mark London Williams writes the Danger Boy time travel series,
which is currently being developed for large and small screens.
He also works as a journalist covering both entertainment and politics,for the Hollywood
trade paper Below the Line.
When covering cons, he gets Twittery @mlondonwmz