Raw Vol 2 #3: High Culture for Lowbrows edited by Françoise Mouly and Art Spiegelman (165x229mm)
This is it: The third and final edition of the Penguin-published Raw, and the final Raw book. (Sort of.)
And… we’re getting pretty high in the instep, aren’t we? Spiegelman is selling a $1K print. Tsk tsk.
The book starts off with some vignettes from old acquaintances — here’s Francis Masse, and you can’t really escape the thought that his artwork looked so much better in the old, larger Raw format.
Then a three pager by Loustal, and I’m thinking — are the editors making the same mistake here they did in the first Penguin edition? That is, just jamming a lot of shorter pieces into the book, without any thought for rhythm or how things fit together?
But then we get a longer, intriguing portfolio by Cheri Samba…
… and then a one-pager (!) from Ben Katchor, and then a wistful/amusing thing from Kaz.
I still wasn’t sure whether this was really working at this point, but then…
32 pages of Krazy Kat! On newsprint! OK, now I’m aboard.
If there’s anything that’s the moral predecessor of the Raw generation, it’s George Herriman, with his tendency to avoid making work that can be pinned down easily. So in one way it’s slightly odd that they chose these strips to reprint: The Tiger Tea sequence is the longest narrative that Herriman did (according to the introduction), and it’s perhaps his most straightforward work; his least Avant Garde. So picking it for Raw is odd?
On the other hand, it’s pure and utter brilliance, so why quibble.
After the Krazy Kat, we’re on a roll here, and it feels like everything coheres in a way: There’s longer pieces, shorter pieces, funny bits, wistful bits and harrowing stuff. This Muñoz/Sampayo strip works well in this format.
A two-page ditty from Aline Kominsky. Finally.
Chris Ware plays with the form, and tells one story in the text and a completely different one in the artwork. It’s a fun schtick, of course, but it really works. It’s an unnerving and affecting piece.
R. Sikoryak deconstructs Garfield, and… Tom de Haven writes a story for Richard Sala to illustrate.
They finally hit on the correct paper stock for the penultimate Maus chapter. It’s a pity Penguin shut down their comics line before Maus was finished… or did the editors shut it down?
We’re on the home stretch in the Maus storyline, but it’s still gripping even as things aren’t as horrific as earlier in Vladek’s story.
Then… 32 pages of Gary Panter sketchbooks! On newsprint! In purple ink!
So first de Haven wrote for Sala, and then Alan Moore (yes that one) writes for Mark Beyer?! What’s going on? Did the editors have an idea of pairing iconic artists with writers or something? But then only these two pairs came through?
The pairing works — it’s both gripping and amusing. But this “ooh, aren’t the Japanese exotic! So exotic!” schtick was tired already back then.
Kim Deitch had had a few shorter pieces in Raw before, but none of them really gelled for me. Here he gets 40 (!) pages, and it’s brilliant: We get the world he’s presenting 100%.
Finally, Lynda Barry returns with her most heart-breaking story ever. It’s amazing, and the artwork’s gorgeous.
I hadn’t read this book since it was published, so that’s 30 years. I remembered nothing about it, except the Moore/Beyer thing, so I wasn’t prepared for just how good it is! It’s the best of the Penguin issues by far: It has that magical flow that some great anthologies sometimes achieve, where it seems like the pieces somehow communicate with each other and create something bigger in sum.
It’s a magical reading experience.
So, of course, it’s the final issue.
I BEGAN TO REDISCOVER COMICS IN 1991,
after several years of willful disregard.
During my undergraduate years, I had
decided to no longer waste my time or
money on superhero stories — at that
point I didn’t realize that there could be
other kinds of comics — so I just quit cold
turkey. Well, not exactly; somewhere along
the line I picked up Watchmen and The
Dark Knight Returns and the first volume
of Maus, succumbing to the trendy mar-
keting hype of the time. But good as I
thought they were, those all struck me as
anomalies … not that I knew any better.
Then one day on vacation, I saw RAW
Vol. 2 #3 in a bookstore. The cover by
R.Crumb (who?) was a bit different, but
the familiar little Maus icon made me pick
up the book. I flipped through it and saw
styles, subjects —even paper! —that were
unfamiliar to me. On a whim, I bought it
for a little “light reading” on the flight
home. That impulse purchase went a long
way toward changing how I looked at
comics and, ultimately, my Ph.D. disserta-
tion topic. Not bad for a simple little
On the plane my reading was haphaz-
ard, skipping from piece to piece as one
would catch my eye. I read the Mauschapter
first, and as good as it was (and I knew it
would be), it wasn’t my favorite piece in the
book. I grew fascinated by the book’s sheer
variety: of art styles, of narrative techniques,
of historical richness, of subject matter, of
contributors. Though I’ve read a lotof com-
icssince 1991, I continue
to seek out the work Of
Jacques Loustal, Ben
Katchor, Kaz, Munoz &
Drew Friedman, R.
Sikoryak, Kamagura &
Seele, Lorenzo Mattotti,
Joost Swarte, Justin
Green, Gary Panter, Mark
Beyer, Kim Deitch, Lynda
Barry, and Kristine
Kryttre, all featured in
RAW vol. 2#3. This is-
sue was also my first
adultexposure to George
Herriman’s Krazy Kat,
with its inclusion of the
extended “Tiger Tea” se-
quence of daily strips
from May 15-July 16,
1936. Talk about variety!
I started with the shorter strips.
Krystine Kryttre’s “Between the Lines” was
my first exposure to the scratchboard
technique in comics, and I was amazed at
the expressiveness of the art — plus the
story’s movement from tragedy to com-
edy (only amplifying the tragedy) was
engaging, especially over only ten, word•
less panels. Kamgura & Seele’s “A Day in
the Life of Cowboy Henk” was delightfully
absurd, while Kaz’s “Little Bastard” — an
orgy of shape, color, and minimalist dia-
logue — was just plain weird (although I
was fascinated all the same). Francis
Masse’s essay on Mickey Mouse and the
appeal Of the neotonic, “The Mouseum of
Natural History,” made me chuckle and
think. For all their humor, these strips
were carefully crafted in ways that my
superhero-trained mind hadn’t before con-
The longer stories were even more
affecting. Alan Moore’s script for “The
Bowing Machine” appeared to flow effort-
lessly from history to philosophy to psy-
chology, while Mark Beyer’s primitivist art
was at once elusive and disturbingly con-
crete. Kim & Simon Deitch’s epic “Boule-
vard of Broken Dreams” was, quite simply,
a revelation: its mixture of Fleischer ani-
mation-style art and exploded page de-
signs, along with meditations on anima-
tion, imagination, and ego, brought a dis-
turbingly accurate humanness to its char-
acters. This issue was also my first expo-
sure to the work of Lynda Barry; “The Most
Obvious Question” introduced me to
Barry’s gift for narrative voice, a prose
style at once beautifully lyrical and pain-
fully honest. From this story I observed
how important it is in comics to choose
which moments to illustrate, and which to
not. Barry’s spare use of dialogue in favor
of heavy narration gave the moments of
“action” a distinct life of their own. Here
were “comics” which revealed just how
inadequate that term truly is.
Most significant for me, however, was
Chris Ware’s “Thrilling Adventure Sto•
ries,” a six-page “superhero story that
wasn’t.” Even now it stands up as one of
the strongest pieces he’s ever done. The
visual narrative is a fairly clichéd super-
hero vs. mad scientist story, but the text
— while fitting into traditional caption
boxes, word balloons, sound effects, etc.
— tells a very different story, of a young
boy’s exposure to, and inability to com-
prehend, racism and other family faults.
“TAS” was the first comic I’d ever read
which aggressively challenged my notions
about what comics as an art form were all
about, which made me consider just how
fraught with potential this combination of
words and pictures could truly be if taken
seriously. If I had read Will Eisner’s Comics
and Sequential Art I would have known
that already, but discovering it “on my
own” thanks to Ware’s work made the
realization all the more powerful.
I’ve heard more than one person com-
plain that they simply skipped over “TAS,”
that they’d seen superhero parodies before
and certainly didn’t want to see them in
RAW. Given Ware’s subsequent acclaim, I’d
like to think that those naysayers have
since gone back, actually read the piece,
and discovered how wrong they were. Su-
perhero parodies generally attempt to
deconstruct the superhero genre, expos-
ing its inherent absurdities; “TAS,” how-
ever, deconstructs the comics form itself
to expose its strengths. I’ve since used “TAS’
in the classroom to introduce students to the
complexities of comics. Reading it is an exer-
cise in itself, one which initially leaves stu-
dents more than a bit baffled; but through
discussion they become acutely aware of
the possibilities and potentials of comics
due to the form’s synergistic combination
Of words and pictures.
Even without Ware’s contribution, RAW
Vol. 2 #3 would be perhaps the most
influential comic I’ve ever read; like every
other issue in the series, it served up a
bountiful selection of comics delicacies,
and I hungrily devoured them all. RAW
was my introduction to alternative Ameri-
can comics, European comics, and comics
as a unique artform. When I was younger,
I used to think that I loved comics, but I
can see now that what I’d really enjoyed
then were simply superhero stories. RAW
Vol. 2 #3 taught me how to appreciate
I didn’t mean to quote so much here, but it’s all so correct that I can’t find anything to edit out here. Sorry!
Who else do I like? This is the problem when you’re
talking like this, you end up neglecting so many people,
and you think, “Shit, why didn’t I mention that?” Of
course there’s what Art Spiegelman’s doing at RAW The
new pocketbook-sized editions of RAW; if anything, are
better than the large-scale RAW of old. The last two issues
that I’ve seen are brilliant. It’s accessible without losing
any Of its fervor and experimentation. In fact, as soon as
I finish this episode Of Big Numbers that I’m writing, the
very next project that I’ve got tostart on is writing a strip
for Mark Beyer of RAW which will be very interesting.
I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to do that. I spoke
to Mark on the phone, and he sounds like a really great
bloke, undaunted by his brilliance. Mark Beyer’s style is
so personal that the big problem… I think I’ve got a story
that will work, that won’t just pointlessly pastiche Mark’s
own style, but will work with his style Of drawing.
GROTH: You might want to write something really cheer-
ful and upbeat.
MOORE: Yeah, well, I thought of that, but.
GROTH: Filled with people pleased with their lot in life
and just thrilled to be alive.
MOORE: I don’t know, I couldn’t see it somehow, Gary,
you know what I mean? [laughter. I He does have a lot
Of humor in his work, but… You could be right. The
Story I’ve got is a little more downbeat. I don’t know, we’ll
see how it turns out.
GROTH: Frolicking on the beach.
MOORE: I can see Amy and Jordan at the beach, that’d
Since its inception a decade ago,
Art Spiegelman and Francoise Mouly’s R4W has
been the standard-bearer for progressive com-
ics. RAW has provided a necessary and solid
bridge between the farthest reaches of the avant-
garde and more conventional (but equally val-
The newest RAW, third Of the smaller, thicker
volumes published with Penguin Books, is the
finest to date. Within its 228 pages is inspiring,
challenging and relevant work that spans the en-
tire slrctnam of comics’ barely tapERd potential
Early RAW issues introduced many Amer-
ican readers to such idiosyncratic cartoonists as
Jacques Tardi, Drew Friedman, Jack Moriarty,
Joost Swarte, Charles Bums, Gary Panter, Mark
Beyer and Francis Masse. But to their detriment,
they sometimes smacked of a detached, ascetic
and ultimately frustrating ambivalence towards
the artform of comics. Many of the RAW crea-
tors seemed to like the idea of comics, but
denied themselves emotional involvement with
At its best, this dichotomy — which might
pair the intense drama Of Spiegelman’s Maus
with the supremely inaccessible work of Beyer
has created a fascinating tension. But com-
ics is an artform that innately welcomes pas-
sion, and its greatest creators are those who’ve
arrived at a personal point between sheer emo-
tion and art-for-art’s-sake.
That delicate balance is a constant in this
RAW Almost none of the work is distanced, and
little of it is frivolous. This is strong, signifi-
cant comics, with the pleasant bonus of two
pieces by past masters of cartooning.
The weakest piece here, Chris Ware’s “I
Guess,” hews closest to the “detached” cliche
of RAWS past. Ware uses a clever gimmick: he’s
drawn a perfect simulation of an early ’40s
super-hero story, but replaced its dialogue, nar-
ration and sound-effects with a serious personal
narrative. Mild irony results, and the invasion
Of his incompatible story into the stereotypical
“funny book” images is often humorous. Yet
the story seems more an exercise than a genuine,
vital work. It simply lacks the resonance of the
other pieces in the book.
As RAW’s cover states, collaborative ‘ ‘co-
mix” dominate the issue. The most valuable and
unusual of these is “The Bowing Machine,”
written by Alan Moore and drawn by Mark
Beyer. The piece casts a fascinated yet reserved
eye toward the social customs and formalities
of a culture equally fascinated with us — Japan.
Beyer’s aformal art is weirdly right for this
piece: it’s hard to think of another artist better
suited for the alienating effect of Moore’s text.
Moore, who has an innate ability to tailor his
writing to an artist’s strengths, is pushed into
new territory in working with Beyer. The story,
written in fractured English (perhaps as if
translated from Japanese) has genuine irony —
even a sort-of punch line — and shows an acute
comprehension of Japanese social conven-
ions. “The Bowing Machine” is Moore’s farth-
est step away from his mainstream roots: it
would be good to see him work with other non-
This RAWs highlight is Kim and Simon
Deitch’s epic “The Boulevard of Broken
Dreams.” The first segment of a longer work-
in-progress, “Boulevard” may Kim Deitch’s
greatest work to date.
Kaz’s offhanded surrealism suitably in-
to the first of RAW’s two historical sections —
a 32-page reprint of one of George Herriman’s
most celebrated sequences from his classic Km-
zy Kat. Herriman maintained little continuity in
his comics, and this daily segment, titled ‘Tiger
Tea,” is among his few out-and-out major
One of the highlights of Krazy Kars long
run, the 1936 “Tiger Tea” sequence is an Out-
standing example Of Herriman’s unique comic
timing, logic and linguistics. Without compro-
mising his sense of humor, Herriman, with this
story, created his own highly personal take on
the continuity strip.
The “Tiger Tea” sequence is appropriately
printed on cheap newspaper, as in its original
’30s apl_rarance. But it seems a pity that, time
grs by, these wonderful pages will grmv brmvn
and brittle while other paper stocks in this book
remain stable. “Tiger Tea,” along with an exten-
Sive selection of Herriman’s largely neglected
weekday Krazy Kat strips, begs for a permanent
In contrast, Lynda Barry’s “The Most Obvi-
ous Question” takes a leisurely 10 pages to relate
its bittersweet tale. Barry has a novelistic sense
of detail, characterization and atmosphere, and
even in her four-panel weekly Ernie Pook’s
Comeek she far surpasses the traditional amount
Of narrative- and character-content in comics.
Here, Barry lingers over a variety of richly
described, familiar settings — the interiors of
homes, bus stations and vehicles — and barren,
wintry landscapes. She tells a deeply emotional
(and admirably unromanticized) coming-of-age
story, underlined with the palpable tension of
a painful family situation.
Rumor has it that the next issue of RAW —
which will conclude Spiegelman’s Maus — may
also be the last. If this is true, let’s hope that
Spiegelman and Mouly — or someone — can
devise an adequate replacement. Though there •
are other fine comics anthologies, there is
nothing else like RAW, its absence will leave an
BOLHAFNER: I thought the last issue of RAW’ was one of
the best yet.
SPIEGELMAN: Yeah, we’ve been hearing a lot of that…
mostly indirectly. We don’t get that many people writing
us. But it’s been well-received compared to the first two
Penguin issues. RAW was originally a large format publica-
tion, like life magazine, and when the Penguin books came
out it was a shock to a lot of people, and they thought
it was a commercial decision on Penguin’s part. But actu-
ally, we had decided to change format in 1988.
Penguin Ceases Publication of Comics Albums
Penguin Books, one Of the few mainstream
American book publishers to print comics al-
bums. has decided to temporarily stop pub-
lishing them, according to Senior Editor David
Stanford. Penguin, which published such books
as From A to Zippy by Bill Griffith, Skin Deep
by Charles Burns, “tarts and All by Drew and
Josh Alan Friedman, Cheap Novelties by Ben
Katchor, and the anthologies Thisted Sisters and
RAW, will publish only tuo more comics col-
lections in 1993. Twisted Sisters II, originally
intended for publication by Penguin, will now
be published elsewhere.
Stanford, who has been with Penguin for
four-and-one-half years, edited the company’s
more avant garde comics projects (previously,
he worked at Henry Holt and Company, where
he edited books by Garry Trudeau, Charles
Schulz, Jeff MacNelly, Skip Morrow and Other
cartoonists). He cited a energy crisis”
as one of the main reasons Penguin is discon-
tinuing the publication Of comics collections,
although modest sales was also a factor.
So Penguin didn’t shut down their comics business until two years after Raw Vol 2 #3, and there was apparently a rumour going round already in 91 that #4 would be the final issue.
After the success of
Maus, Pantheon smelled money and launched a
series of graphic novels; none of them matched
Pantheon’s expectations and the graphic novel
line was canceled. Later, Penguin published RA W,
smelled money, and launched a series of graphic
But I can’t find anything definite about why there never was any #4 (which would have had the final installment of Maus). Maus II was published in 1992, so it wasn’t because Spiegelman just could get himself to finish it, either.
Oh well. So an era ends. But on an up note.
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