Author: Ryan

  • Suburban Glamour #1: All About Astrid

    So Phonogram has been sitting on my shelf for a couple months now, and I still haven’t gotten around to reviewing it. I don’t know if I ever will, but the short version is that I liked it. Of course I liked it – it’s a comic about sorcery and Britpop. How could I not?

    I figure I can make up for that bit of reviewing negligence by covering the first issue of Suburban Glamour, Phonogram artist Jamie McKelvie’s solo outing. Like Phonogram, it’s an odd, quirky book with some lovely art and nice characters. Unlike Phonogram, the casual reader is unlikely to require a glossary. (I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not, but then I didn’t require too much of the glossary in the first place.)

    The first issue is largely setup: Astrid and her friends are bored teenagers in a small English town, until some weird stuff starts happening. Not much happens in Lanbern, aside from the occasional party no one really wants to go to but goes to anyway because there’s nothing else to do. It’s a bit of a problematic setup, as McKelvie has fallen into the common trap: Lanbern is boring. School is boring. The party is boring. And it’s, well, boring. Most of the characters are pretty boring. Even Astrid’s friend Dave is a bit dull, a fairly generic guy friend sidekick.

    But at least we have Astrid. Even if the series goes nowhere, Astrid is a creation McKelvie can be proud of. She’s cute, smart, funny, and completely likeable; McKelvie has managed to make her a quirky outsider by giving her a defined personality, not simply by having her reject everything else. Perhaps it’s because Astrid is so well developed that her co-stars seem so flat; even too-cool Aubrey, who’s just opened a new clothing store in town and is almost certainly involved with the supernatural shenanigans, doesn’t seem half as interesting as Astrid.

    Astrid is the visual star of the book, too. While McKelvie is generally very good at characters and facial expressions, he does some wonderful work with Astrid, who just leaps off the page. (I’d post some scans, but my scanner is buried under a pile of crap and I don’t feel like moving any of it right now. Maybe later.) Most of the storytelling in Suburban Glamour is fairly straightforward, but there’s a fantastic three-page opening sequence that shows he’s not just about drawing pretty faces. It’s so good, it makes the rest of the book feel a bit stiff; while most of the book relies on dialogue, it’s impressive how much information McKelvie can cram into a few wordless pages.

    I’m re-reading what I’ve written, and though it feels like a negative review, I did really enjoy the book. While Suburban Glamour is not without its faults, it also has a lot of charm to make up for it. At the very least, McKelvie has turned in some very nice art and created a great lead character, and that goes quite a ways towards making a good book. It may not get the series through four issues, but leaves you with a pretty good first one.

  • Wouldn’t it be funny…

    … if no one died in Death of the New Gods?

    No, really, I think it could be brilliant. Instead of putting “Death” in the title and then attempting to surprise readers by killing people, you go the opposite direction and subvert expectations. Every issue ends with a cliffhanger that, one assumes, will lead to death, but the next issue begins with the character making a clean getaway.

    Then at the end of the series, someone says “Phew, we all had a lot of close calls!” And then everyone gets together and sings.

    Seriously. I’d buy that.

  • Finally, the internet produces something useful

    Stephen Fry has a blog.

    It is a must-read, though perhaps not an all-in-one-sitting read, particularly if you have a job or a life to attend to.

    This week he discusses fame, both his own and others. As one might expect, he is very clever:

    Is it fun? Or, as student journalists always ask, what’s it like? ‘What’s it like working with Natalie Portman, what’s it like doing QI, what’s it like being famous?’ I don’t know what it is like. What is being English like? What is wearing a hat like? What’s eating Thai red curry like? I don’t believe that I can answer any question formulated that way. So, student journalists, tyro profilers and rooky reporters out there, seriously, quite seriously never ask a ‘what’s it like’ question, it instantly reveals your crapness. I used to try getting surreal when asked the question and say things like ‘being famous is like wearing blue pyjamas at the opera. It’s like kissing Neil Young, but only on Wednesdays. It’s like a silver disc gummed to the ear of a wolverine. It’s like licking crumbs from the belly of a waitress called Eileen. It’s like lemon polenta cake but slightly wider. It’s like moonrise on the planet Posker.’ I mean honestly. What’s it like?? Stop it at once.

    He is also fairly vicious:

    Dan Whatsit and his preposterously awful Leonardo book are actually relevant to our theme. I usually last longer with any best-selling novel, however pathetic, than I did with his. But in his case I knew from the very first word that this was a writer of absolutely zero interest, insight, wit, understanding or ability. A blunderer of monumental incompetence. The first word, can you credit it, is ‘renowned’. ‘Renowned symbologist Henry Titfeather ….’ or something equally drivelling, that’s how this dreadful book opens. How do you begin to explain to someone that you just don’t start a fictional story by telling your readers that your character is ‘renowned’? You show it, you don’t tell it.

    Go read. You will enjoy, unless you’re for some reason put off by very smart, literate, and funny people.

    (And if you were, you wouldn’t be reading this blog, right? Right? Anyone?)

  • Mondays Rock

    All right: As a rule, Mondays certainly do not rock. But yesterday did.

    • First, and this likely isn’t news to anyone at this point, I had one of the most beautiful emails ever yesterday morning: “This is just a quick note to let you know first that Radiohead have made an album. It is called In Rainbows, and it is now available to pre-order exclusively from Radiohead.com”. Aside from the massive, huge, world-ending ramifications of digital, non-label distribution – hey, it’s a new fucking Radiohead album. They’re most likely my favourite band in the world, so this is seriously awesome.
    • Not quite as awesome, but still pretty darn cool, is the announcement of a new British Sea Power album, with the utterly brilliant title of “Do You Like Rock Music?” As luck would have it, I do like Rock Music, so this is happymaking. (As an aside: If you ever have the chance, go to see this band live. They’re pretty crazy.)
    • Moving back up on the Awesome Chart: Scott Pilgrim 4 is finished! Possibly released by the end of October!

    So you see, friends, Mondays shouldn’t always be feared. Sometimes they bring much glee and warm fuzzy feelings.

    (And hopefully October brings more productive and insightful blogging, because, man, I’ve sucked lately.)

  • DeLoreans or Feelings?

    Oh, how I love Dinosaur Comics.

    In fact, I love it so much I bought the book from Ryan North at TCAF. And a great shirt inspired by one of my all-time favourite strips.

    Yep. It’s pretty great. This is something you need to know.

  • How does this make sense?

    So I’ve been enjoying Green Arrow: Year One by “Team Explodo”, Andy Diggle and Jock. It’s a fun book; I was going to write a review, but figured I’d wait until the it was finished. It’s only six issues after all, and on a bi-weekly schedule.

    Except… it kind of isn’t. It started that way: #1 came out June 11th; #2 followed on July 25th, #3 on August 8th, and #4 on August 22nd. Which means that #5 should be out this week, but it’s not. It’s scheduled for September 26th, and #6 is due October 17th.

    I don’t get it. Why would you put out 4 issues bi-weekly, then switch to monthly? I could see some merit if it were an ongoing series – get a bit of momentum out of the gate. But when you’ve only got six issues, what’s the point?

    Checking the original solicitation information, we see this is a fairly recent development: #5 was originally due September 5th and #6 on September 19th. So it looks like DC got a bit ahead of themselves and had to adjust the schedule later on. Which certainly seems foolish: Judging by the number of fill-in artists needed on The Losers, I don’t get the impression Jock is one of the fastest artists around. So if you don’t have a particularly fast artist and you’re putting him on a six-issue series (and he’s also doing a second book, Faker), wouldn’t it make sense to have everything done up front?

    Granted, this comes with the standard caveat that we don’t know what goes on at DC. Maybe there were unexpected personal issues or something. But even the solicits seem to suggest a lack of foresight: September 5th is a release date, even though Labour Day means (most? all?) North Americans get their books on the 6th.

    It’s not really a big deal; I’m still going to be buying the last two issues. But it’s one of those “Huh?” things that works against audience expectations, something that may not be a good idea when dealing with a book that’s unlikely enough to be a big hit in the first place.

  • And we’re back!

    Two weeks of vacation are finally over. A relaxing week at the cottage, followed by a few days in Halifax, a couple days biking along the coast of Nova Scotia, and an awesome wedding that involved a couple of canoes and the best-trained dog I’ve ever seen.

    And now I’m back. Back at work (yuck!), but back to blogging (yay! Well, you should be excited, anyway.) Oh, and I also had a great time at TCAF, got an awesome commission from Jim Rugg, and bought a bunch of books I might get around to reviewing soon. So yay some more! On top of that, the Toronto Film Festival starts this week, so hopefully I’ll be seeing some good movies and sharing my opinions with you, loyal readers!

    Yes, I’ve apparently brought a lot of exclamation marks back with me. Don’t know how they slipped through airport security.

    While we wait for regular programming to resume, enjoy a few photos of Nova Scotia.

    Blandford in Fog

    Night View of Chester Basin

    Fishing Town on Aspotagan Peninsula

  • Flimsy Excuse Friday

    So apparently Scarlett Johansson is going to be in The Spirit. I don’t know if I really care about the film much: I’ve never read any of the books (I know, shame on me), and I don’t have a whole lot of faith in Frank Miller’s directing ability.

    This is, however, a Flimsy Excuse to post pictures of Scarlett Johansson. Because it’s Friday, and it’s Scarlett Freaking Johansson. I don’t even need a flimsy excuse for that.


  • Take THAT, stereotypes!

    So comic book people are pretty much geeky losers with bad hair, bad clothes, and excessive fat. Right?

    Oh, hang on a minute.

    That’s Paul Pope on the cover of Toronto’s free weekly Eye. There’s a pretty big article about him in there, too, about his appearance at the almost-happening-right-now Toronto Comic Art Festival.

    And seriously, he’s a good looking guy. I love the ladies, but even I can see that. That picture is supposed to have a label of “movie star!” or “rock musician!”, not “comic book guy!”

    So yeah – step forward for the medium. Hurrah.