ELC2010: Honey West: This Girl For Hire

Honey West: This Girl For Hire by Trina Robbins, Elaine Lee and various, published by Moonstone.

Hey! It’s been a month since the previous article in this blog series. That’s mainly because I discovered a couple Lee items while I was doing the main part of the series, so here we are in a mop-up heat. (Is that a word? I normally don’t do sports references.)

(Oh, Here’s an explanation of what this blog series is.)

So we start off with a word jumble masquerading as an introduction by Gloria Fickling… Honey West was apparently a… series of novels? Sometime in the past? Fickling isn’t very specific in her er introduction. There’s also a TV series? Probably? In any case, everybody raved about Honey West, even if they had to overcome so many obstacles, somehow.

ANYWAY! This is a collection of a series published by Moonstone, and I’m guessing that it was originally printed better than this. This book feels like a print-on-demand thing: It looks like it was printed on a laser printer on ordinary printer paper. It’s just nasty.

But that’s certainly a nice jaguar she’s got on the table there! With matching pants!

The first two issues aren’t written by Lee (instead they’re by Trina Robbins, with artwork by Cynthia Martin). Since this is a blog series about Lee, I should probably just skip those issues, but, hey, it’s Trina. I like Trina. I guess I could just read them without blogging about them, but is that even possible?

So Honey West is a private eye who goes undercover a lot. Here she’s not so much under cover as not very covered at all as a stripper.

Hey! The jaguar shrunk! Now it’s just a kitty cat?

(Spoilers: It changes size a lot. It’s supposed to be an ocelot, which is a largish cat, but the artists can decide an just how big it’s supposed to be. But that is a very nice Cat In Repose drawing, isn’t it?)

Trina’s a 60’s girl, and here we get a flashback.

Anyway. It’s not a bad hardboiled genre exercise; it’s fun and breezy. But now onto the Elaine Lee three part story; let’s read the first three pages:

Now, this is more of a real noir outing. It’s more formally inventive than the first two issues — look at the natural way the voiceover I mean the first person captions no I mean the voiceover and the dialogue integrates in that spread up there. It’s a splash page with a lot of information being conveyed, and it’s fun.

The artist is Ronn Sutton, so I guess some of this may be his contribution, but it feels like a very Lee way of storytelling.

Oh, the repartee!

Oh, the printing! It’s so annoying! I’m guessing the pages were supposed to be “full bleed” (i.e., the images extending to the edges of the paper), and it is that at the top (almost), but it’s cut off at the bottom. And the format is a bit wider than the artwork, so there’s borders on the outside… and there’s a white gutter in the middle.

I’m just saying: It’s so slapdash that I wonder what’s even the point of putting out a physical copy looking like this.

Except the millions and millions of dollars, of course.

As this is a hard boiled private eye story, Honey West gets knocked out at least once per issue. I guess that’s fair, but the repetition gets a bit… sadistic after a while.

It’s a pretty fun read, altogether, but … I find that I have virtually nothing of interest to say about it. (Yeah yeah, I hear you.)

It’s fine!

(Then there’s two Trina issues to round out the collection, and they’re OK, too.)

Finally, we get the alternate covers, and they’re totally tasteful.

Nice kitty!

But what does the interwebs think of it?

To my surprise, the last page of the comic stated that Honey West was a television show back in the 60s. In further researching Honey West, it turns out that not only was there a television show, but a novel, first released in 1957. And the very first (and last at the time) Honey West comic book was released in 1966. Now, 44 years later, the second issue (and the one I’m excitedly reviewing) of Honey West has been released, titled: “Killer on the Keys, Part 1: Bikini Death” (August 2010; #1).

I recommend this comic to anyone who wants to laugh, and who wants a break from gratuitous gore, the zombies, or superhero themes. It’s sexy, funny, and delightful!

I think they liked it.

This was confusing:

Most importantly, Cynthia Martin knows how to visually narrate a mystery. This makes her ideal for the new adventures of Honey West. VCI Entertainment appears to be offering a ten dollar off coupon on the Honey West DVD set sold at their site. However, at this point in time, VCI does not recognize the coupon.

Yes! The scale!:

It’s an entertaining pair of comics; a pair I wished I’d liked more given the pedigree. Oh, it’s all deftly done but a little flat. There are some good lines, a couple of laughs and the cartoonily fluid but precise art of Cynthia Martin keeps it all swinging along in a frothily frictionless manner. Actually, it took me a while to warm to Cynthia Martin’s art but once I realized there the scale of her cat wasn’t off (it was an Ocelot; it’s that kind of book) I relaxed and appreciated the clean surety of her line.

I guess?

As in Elaine Lee’s debut issue, this Honey West, despite the presence of Bruce, is firmly entrenched in the paperbacks rather than the television series. Ron Sutton and Ken Wolak follow Lee’s lead and fill the panels with inflagrante Honey moments. This isn’t sexist; it’s accurate.

Sutton weighs in:

“I’m having a lot of fun working on these issues” Sutton said. “In the original novels Honey West was a much sexier character than she was portrayed on television. So I’m trying to re-instate that. The story takes place in 1965 and I’ve worked hard to visually recreate that era: the hairstyles, clothes, furniture, etc. The mid-60s was also probably the last hurrah for that very girly-girl sex kitten image. That’s what I’m trying to bring to my version of Honey. She’s very alluring, well-built and she’s always on the verge of spilling out of her clothes”.

Building the Development Version of Emacs on NetBSD

I hadn’t really planned on installing a NetBSD VM (after doing all the other two BSDs), but then a NetBSD-related Emacs bug report arrived.

The first it… years?

So here I am!

Actually finding the correct .iso to install took days, but with the help of some friends I finally found the right set! Go team NetBSD!

I have absolutely no experience with NetBSD, so my build instructions here are probably more involved than necessary: They’re certainly the longest of the BSD instructions.

First, as root:

PKG_PATH=http://ftp.netbsd.org/pub/pkgsrc/packages/NetBSD/amd64/9.0/All/
export PKG_PATH
pkg_add git gnutls xdg-utils dbus libxml2\
 gnutls p11-kit gconfmm libXaw3d fontconfig\
 libotf libXft m17n-lib tiff png gtk3+\
 giflib hicolor-icon-theme desktop-file-utils\
 jansson automake autoconf gmake pkg-config
mozilla-rootcerts install

Then, as your own user:

git clone https://git.savannah.gnu.org/git/emacs.git
cd emacs
LD_LIBRARY_PATH=/usr/X11R7/lib
export LD_LIBRARY_PATH
sh autogen.sh
LDFLAGS=-L/usr/pkg/lib CPPFLAGS=-I/usr/pkg/include\
 ./configure
gmake -j4
./src/emacs

Look! It works!

Hm, I guess there’s something up with the image support, because that logo was supposed to have a black background…

But it otherwise seems to work OK.

Comics Daze

It’s less than a week since I did the previous daze, but I feel like taking a break from triaging Emacs bugs. So… another day of just doing nothing but reading comics.

NOTHING ELSE I TELLS YA.

14:48: I Know What I Am by Gina Siciliano (Fantagraphics)

OK, I got up a bit late today.

Well, OK, we get an infodump start about the counter-reformation and stuff, which is er interesting?, but the writing is really off-putting. “They layout of the city guided them easily to the various cathedrals and fountains.” NOO! NOT THE FOUNTAINS! HOW NEFARIOUS OF THE ROMAN CHURCH! LEADING VISITORS TO THE FOUNTAINS! NOOO IT CANNOT BE THE OUTRAGE

So that’s excruciating, but I thought this HOLD ONTO YOUR HATS MY TWITTER PEEPS THE OUTRAGE CONTINUES thread style of writing would end when the introduction is over, but I’m now on page 30 and it’s still this way and I’m ditching this book.

EXCRUCIATING.

And the artwork is meh to the max.

15:12: Festens charmigaste tjej by My Palm (Galago)

Swedish autobio at its best.

It’s really fun, smart and has these interesting, effective narrative bits. Some pacing problems towards the end, though, but a totes entertaining read.

16:05: An nod, Sir — is this your missing gonad? by Jim Woodring (Fantagraphics)

Hm… well, the artwork is sharp as ever.

But the text reads like something from a “caption this cartoon” contest. There’s rarely any real impact.

16:18: Department of Mind-Blowing Theories by Tom Gauld (Drawn & Quarterly)

Hm. I have some reservations before starting to read: Gauld sometimes comes off as a bit smarmy (how many of his cartoons basically say “books are good” or “being stupid is bad”?), so I basically stopped buying his books some years back. But somehow I bought this one, and… it’s about science? This could be super-smarmy.

*shiver*

I do think Gauld’s artwork is charming.

But, yes, the smarm.

I did LOL (on the inside) of this one, though.

The book is fine, I guess: There’s a bunch of gags that are amusing, which is better than most books of this kind.

16:54: Psychodrama Illustrated #2 by Gilbert Hernandez (Fantagraphics)

Oh! There was another issue of this in the stack o comics… The first issue was really good, I thought.

And it’s fun to see Hernandez keep working the serial pamphlet format. I know that everything is moving to books, but getting a story in instalments over a period of time also has its charms.

My super-secret theory is that everybody somebody criticises Hernandez’s women’s figures, he increases the size of Fritz’ boobs, just to piss people off.

This is another one of Fritz’ movies, complete in 24 pages. It’s very, very brisk — it’s almost like a recap, but it’s got some affecting scenes.

17:09Un Uomo un’avventura: L’uomo dei Caraibi by Hugo Pratt (Faraos)

Ah, yes; this is another one of the stories Pratt did for the “A man of adventure” series in the late 70s. The one I read on the last daze day was surprisingly good, and subverted the remit to a large extent.

And, again, this is not very typical for that series, but this time there’s a different reason: This was created over a long period of time, and wasn’t created with that series in mind. So we get to see Pratt’s artistic evolution, from his more scratchy earlier style…

… to his more mature, chiaroscuro style.

This is minor Pratt, but it’s still pretty spiffy.

MOAR PLEASE.

17:44: Paying the Land by Joe Sacco (Metropolitan)

Oh, I thought this was going to be another of Sacco’s war journal things (which are mostly pretty good). But this is about the Dene people and land rights and fracking and stuff? I do like the “unity” of the page designs here…

And how it shifts completely when Sacco himself appears on the page, becoming chaotic in a totally different way.

But we have to talk about the binding. It looks like they have the same designer as A24’s books: The “but it looks fine on the PDFs” school of bookmaking.

There’s no margins here whatsoever, so Sacco’s artwork and speech balloon disappear into the binding:

Which is absolutely totally and utterly rigid, and bending it with all my incredible strength doesn’t budge it at all.

IT”S COMPLETELY MADDENING!!! HOW CAN THEY DO THIS!??! I’m sitting here straining my arms on every page just to be able to read this thing.

And… is this thing even worth it? I have a totally rational loathing and hatred of US-style documentaries: Half a sentence from one person/voiceover/scene shift/half a sentence from another person and I’m sitting there going I”D RATHER DIE THAN WATCH A SECOND MORE OF THIS.

This is like that. It’s like a nine hour Sixty Minutes segment. But on paper.

But… I do like Sacco’s artwork; I really do. The obsessive crosshatching and those round faces; I like it. And the story he’s telling is interesting… I mean, I’m interested in the subject matter, even if he’s telling it is the worst way imaginable…

[time passes]

OK, now I’ve changed my mind: At about page 100, Sacco changed his approach, and now it’s getting really gripping.

But now I’m really hungry!

19:18: Time to go get some food.

20:05: Food!

I mean… a food-like… substance…

That’s gonna last me several days.

20:05Tif et Tondu: Le Gouffre interdit by Will, Tillieux and Desberg (Zoom)

It’s impossible to read Paying the Land while eating, because I have to use both my hands to try to pry it as open as it’ll get, so I’m switching to this while eating.

Tif et Tondu is a series that’s been running since the… 40s? It’s definitely a C-level children’s comics, so it never got a translation into any language I could read while I was a child, but I just can’t resist picking them up now. (The Danes are releasing about four of the albums per year of this series, because doing translated versions of Frenchey comics has become much, much cheaper the last few years, if I understand things correctly: The French (and Belgians) have been feeding the nostalgia market at home with new, collected editions of just about everything that’s ever been published there, and that means that they’re scanning the artwork and/or restoring it (and recolouring it). But that means that the files are now available for publishers everywhere, and with computer lettering, we’re talking an entirely new ballgame. So while I’m guessing only old people are buying these things (each album costs like $24), it’s finally economically feasible to do translated editions of these less-than-essential comics.)

So how is it? It’s… it’s fine. It’s a series with characters that have no character, so it’s all about the action and the humour, and it’s… it’s pretty pedestrian.

I’ll still keep buying these, because nostalgia for Frenchey children’s comics.

20:34: Paying the Land (cont.) by Joe Sacco (Metropolitan)

Back into the book, and boy are my arms getting tired of holding it. (And you’re getting tired of me whining about what a horrible, horrible binding it has.)

OK, I hated this book at the start, but by the end I was really into it. It’s good work; really interesting. I wonder what the people in it thinks about it… it’s quite critical of many of them. An outsider comes and makes this heavy tome about them and their culture, and… I’m guessing some may be angry.

21:39: Tad Martin #7 by Casanova Nobody Frankenstein (Domino)

Time travelling: I read the 8th issue of Casanova Frankenstein’s series some weeks back, and it was amazeballs. One of the best comics I’ve read this year. But I had this one in the stack of unread comics!

Gorgeous and fun (and wordless). Brisk read.

Gotta buy all the previous issues… I think I’ve got a couple of them somewhere? Gotta tidy and sort the comics one of these… months…

21:47: One Million Tiny Fires by Ashley Robin Franklin (Silver Sprocket)

Love the metallic shimmering ink on the cover. Hypnotic!

It’s a very traditional horror genre exercise, and it sort of feels like I’ve seen all the scenes before?

Loved the ending, though.

21:56: Altitude by Jean-Marc Rochette and Olivier Bocquet (Self Made Hero)

Rochette’s artwork is slightly odd… it’s often not exactly clear what people’s expressions are supposed to er express…

Oh, this is about rock climbing?! Nooooo! I read Jiro Taniguchi’s nine million page thing the other year… Summit of the Gods? I think that was it… not that that was awful or anything, but that’s more than enough climbing comics for anybody.

But… I found myself kinda gripped by this comic. It’s autobio, about Rockette’s teenage years when he was a rock climbing nerd. It’s… it’s exciting. And goes places you never thought it would, because it’s really oddly structured.

23:32: The Rust Kingdom by Spugna (Hollow Press)

This isn’t my kind of thing, really…

But of all of these kinds of things, this thing is the most. Of this kind of thing. EVER!

So much blood, so much viscera, so much dungeon quest.

23:48: Topp: Promoter Gary Topp Brought Us The World by David Collier (Conundrum)

Hm… didn’t Collier do something about a promoter back in the Fantagraphics (?) pamphlet series? In, like, the 90s? Perhaps this is an extremely expanded version of that?

It’s not!

But this was hard to get into. I really like Collier’s work, but this book is like an odd in-joke. It consists solely of one-page anecdotes, and who the “I” character is sometimes takes some puzzling out. It starts with one page of Collier being “I” and then it’s the Gary character for a large number of pages. I think.

The anecdotes are also very inside baseball — sure, Andy Warhol, but why did Gary shoulder him at random on the streets?

Collier does this thing throughout the book: “Lookit this ad with Ruth for prostate cancer checks!” Not knowing what “Ruth” refers to, is that a treatment? “Ruth for checks”? Is a “cancer check” a form of currency? Then it becomes clear at the end of the page that it’s an ad featuring Babe Ruth, the sportsballer, promoting checking for prostate cancer.

I mean, that’s just a random page, and that’s one where things are explained.

Perhaps this is a book for Toronto insiders.

But… I have to say that about two thirds through the book, it started to pick up, perhaps not-so-coincidentally where the focus of the book changes from Gary Topps to Collier himself. There’s more continuity between the pages, and there’s, just, like, more interesting things going on.

Perhaps Collier just wasn’t that into doing a book about Gary Topps.

01:59: The Brontës: Infernal Angria by Hud McKenney and Rick Geary (Headless Shakespeare Press)

I loves me some Rick Geary… but his work here seems oddly sketch-like. I mean, sketch-like Rick Geary is better than 97% of all other things in the world, but this seems like minor Geary.

The story is really cute; a reimagining of the Brontë siblings and their fantasy universe. The story focuses on Branwell to an odd degree, though.

Well, the Geary artwork makes it worth reading on its own. It’s too bad it’s a print-on-demand book, though… those books just feel wrong.

02:29: Windows on the World by Robert Mailer Anderson, Zach Anderson and John Sack (Fantagraphics)

Uh-oh. The more people work on a comic book, the worse it gets, usually. There’s three people here! That’s two more than the ideal!

Well, let’s see…

The sticker on the cover says “now a major motion picture”, so I was afraid that this was going to read like a badly disguised script, but the storytelling is really good. Especially the wordless scenes: Sack has got some serious chops.

The dialogue, though… oy vey… It’s like Extruded Indie Movie Dialogue Workshop drippings. And the plot… ay ay ay.

Despite all that, this is really readable. They really lucked out with Sack as the illustrator, because this could have been truly awful, but instead it’s a good read, even if several of the scenes (the sex club, the denouement) are just embarrassing.

03:16: The End.

It’s sleepytime! Twelve hours of comics reading is exhausting, but I got a little walk in there in the middle, so I’m not as punch drunk as I was at the end of the previous daze.

Nighty nighty.

Changing the Input Source on a Sony A1 TV

I’ve got the most obscure and least important problem in the world, so I’ve just spent four hours investigate it and find a solution.

So now you have to read about it! Hah! Share the pain!

OK, backstory: I’ve got a Sony A1 TV, and it’s very nice: Nothing annoying about it, which is the first time that’s happened to me… ever.

I use just a single input on the TV: An HDMI port. That port is connected to my computer, and I play all the media from that computer. (Using an Emacs-based UI, of course.) So I never actually interface with the TV: I don’t use the remote control, because I use TV as a stupid, simple display that displays what the computer says it’s supposed to display.

Except: The past year or so, every like three times it comes out of standby, it’s on this screen above. Is this a time-based nagging thing? First it nags you once a year, and then it gets more and more belligerent? And it thinks that you’re insane enough to actually allow a TV to connect to the interwebs?

All this means that I have to dig out the remote control and make it switch back to HDMI2.

LIKE ONCE PER MONTH! AT LEAST!

THIS STATE OF THINGS CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO STAND! TYRANNY MUST BE VANQUISHED!

So today I finally sat down, googled, and did some experiments. I’ve got a CEC injector in my HDMI production line, which I’ve used (until now) only for putting the TV into standby and waking it up. But there’s supposed to be a bunch of commands available, and Google says that this should change the input source:

echo "tx 4F:82:20:00" | cec-client -s

4F 82 is “change the source” and “20:00” is “to source 2”, apparently. But it doesn’t work.

After futzing around with this for several days, I noticed that if I sent a command like that to the TV, then put it in standby, then woke it up again, then it would come back up on the old input… and then change to the one I had specified!

SOMETHING IS ALMOST WORKING!!!

The TV is getting the command… but needs to be slapped around to actually do something about it. After experimenting for several months, I found out that this works reliably:

echo as | cec-client -s
echo "tx 4F:82:20:00" | cec-client -s

The “as” command tells the TV to make the CEC tester the active device. Then the 4F:82 says that it should change input, and that makes it take control again and become the active device (and switches the input at the same time).

That was totally worth it. Spent several years doing the research, and it’s going to save me several seconds over the rest of the TV’s lifetime.

AT LEAST.

*throws remote control away*

Comics Daze

I should be doing more Emacs bug database spelunking… but I’m taking the day off, and that means:

Nothing But Comics Today.

12:32: Un uomo un’avventura: L’uomo del Sertão by Hugo Pratt (Faraos)

Oh, wow: New Hugo Pratt!!! I mean, old Hugo Pratt, finally available in a language I can understand! (I.e., Danish.) Huh, this is from that 70s series of comics-for-boys called “One man, one adventure”… A handful of those made it to Norway in the 70s, but none of the Hugo Pratt ones. And they were awful! Absolutely dreadful! Perhaps there’s a reason these Pratt comics haven’t been translated before now?

*gasp*

The tension is killing me, so now I have to stop typing and start reading!

NEW HUGO FUCKING PRATT!!!

As expected, Pratt turns the violence up to 11 (this series of comics was all about different heroic men running around killing people), but Pratt misses the remit, cheekily, by having a woman being the main character here.

Some of the artwork is lovely (see above), but other scenes seem phoned in. I mean, for Hugo Pratt — half the book doesn’t have any backgrounds, but it’s still Hugo Pratt, which is better than… most things. And storywise, it’s basically just a short… scene… of rape and murder, and then it’s over.

The supplemental material says that the publisher required Pratt to tone down some of the sex and violence, which Pratt did, under protest, and that’s the only version that has been published. I guess Pratt over-delivered…

12:58: Umma’s Table by Yeon-Sik Hong (Drawn & Quarterly)

Hm… a long autobio book from South Korea… is that like an industry there now? Hm… Oh! It’s by the same guy who did Uncomfortably Happy. Never mind.

This starts off very whimsical indeed…

… and then turns into a nine hankie, devastating book about parents and dying. *sniff*

It’s great; the way he moves so effortlessly between the time periods is wonderful. Or… it may be effortless for him, but it’s an effort for the reader, because his drawing style makes it difficult to tell the characters apart.

Anyway. Otherwise fabulous.

14:40: Love and Rockets #8 by Jaime & Beto Hernandez (Fantagraphics)

What the… I had an unread issue of Love and Rockets! Just sitting there! Hidden among some other stuff!

Good lord! *choke*

Jaime’s stuff is a lot of fun this time around…

… and Beto’s is … horrifying. I totally didn’t expect that ending, dude.

15:09: U.D.W.F.G. #2 edited by Michele Nitri (Hollow Press)

Impeccably produced anthology from the Italians…

… but the contents were a bit on the light side. Paolo Massagli above, and Mat Brinkman above the above.

15:19: Return to Aldebaran 1 by Léo (Cinebook)

By Léo? Didn’t the Aldebaran nonsense used to have a co-writer? Hm, no, that was the Kenya thing (with Rodolphe).

Anyway, the Aldebaran thing is now I-don’t-know-how-many-volumes long, and… it’s kinda fun? There’s always these mysteries just out of reach?

It starts off pretty well, what with alien animals and space ships and all…

… but the rest of the book is mostly people standing around, being introduced to each other while staring directly at the reader. I don’t think there’s anybody that draws such stiff, staring faces as Léo.

This book just sets up the storyline, I guess. It’s kinda entertaining, but it ends right when you think that things are starting. I guess I’ll keep reading…

16:04: L’arabe du futur 4 by Riad Sattouf (Minuskel)

I remember really enjoying the first couple of volumes, but… I think I was underwhelmed by the third? Possibly?

18:01: Pizza.

Since today is dedicated to Comics Reading Only, there’s no time to make any food, so I got some bacon beef pizza. The perfect thing to eat while reading the Sattouf book, which is… long…

It’s… just too long. I mean, Sattouf has an entertaining line and an eye for details (amusing and otherwise), but there’s long stretches of the book where I was just going “well, ok… I’m sure that was… interesting for you…”

But he’s got one thing going for himself: The most annoying character in the history of literature as his father.

18:20: Giant by Mikaël (NBM)

What… what is this dreck? It reads like an American super-hero comic, only on bigger pages and with construction workers instead of spandex guys. Oy! The witty repartee! Vey! The mysterious silent big guy!

I lasted twenty pages, and then I had to bail. This may be the worst comic I’ve tried to read in a couple of years. Pure shite.

18:42: Multiforce Shit by Mat Brinkman (Hollow Press)

Now, this is something.

But what?

18:45: The Unknown by Anna Sommer (Conundrum)

I was pretty confused by this.

But it turns out that the confusion is on purpose. A very surprising read.

19:02: Problematic by Jim Woodring (Fantagraphics)

I’m not really a fan of sketchbooks.

But, hey, it’s Woodring.

19:20: Dragman by Steven Appleby (Metropolitan)

Cutesy…

… and tedious.

20:44: Elsewhere by Fredrik Rysjedal and anusman Shuo Wang (Kinakaal)

This is a very handsome little book. It’s a Chinese-Norwegian thing, and the Norwegian bit (above) is printed in a slightly metallic-ey grey ink.

The Chinese bit is… not.

Smells really nice, too.

20:51: Eight-Lane Runways by Henry McCausland (Fantagraphics)

Whoa. I wasn’t expecting this. It’s so… much fun. I guess I’m most reminded of whatsisname Schrauwen? Or Yuichi Yokoyama? Anyway, the best.

Very propulsive.

21:16: The Sea by Rikke Villadsen (Fantagraphics)

Geez. There’s a lot of Fantagraphics in today’s semi-random selection from the stack of unread comics…

Very whimsical.

Love the artwork.

21:31: Maggy Garrisson 1 by Lewis Trondheim and Stéphane Oiry (Zoom)

Man, is that the ugliest logo ever or what?

I’m flabbergasted! This is a really fun genre exercise. It’s a noir, but very modern. Well, sort of.

The artwork is really right for this kind of thing, but… using the twelve-panel grid like this does get a bit monotonous.

22:00: Splint i Berlin by Flix (Cobolt)

So this is one of those “special adventure” things that they’ve released so many of over the past few years… Is there even a “regular” Spirou being published? I can’t really recall seeing one… but then again, I’m not really looking for that either.

This one is set in East Germany in 1989…

… so we have them running all over Berlin being chased by the Stasi and stuff. It solid: The adventure is classic and it’s pretty funny.

22:35: The End.

Man. I’m really worn out now. There’s nothing as exhausting as spending a day reading comics. I mean, except, like… doing actual work… or hiking… or hoovering…

OK, most things in life are less exhausting, but compared to reading a book all day, or watching movies all day, reading comics is hard work. It’s just such a … full-spectrum medium.

So I’m calling it quits after just ten hours.