Why Does First Second Suck?

So badly?

Welcome to my new comics reviewing blog.

For years I’ve wondered why the everything First Second publishes sucks.  Or it’s by a really good artist, it doesn’t quite suck, but it’s definitely the worst work that that artist has done in his or her life.

When First Second was new and shiny, I routinely bought everything they published, and then my reaction would ususally be “well, that wasn’t as good as I thought it would be”.  But next month, I’d read the description for the next batch of books, and off I went again.

I didn’t really see the pattern until a few years had passed.

“Hang on. That kinda sucked. It sounded good before I read it.  And it was by , who I kinda like.  What’s going on here?”

Slowly, slowly I began to suspect that the problem was with the publisher First Second.  Did they just have bad taste?  Did they brow-beat the artists?  Did they have bad body odour?  What?

And now, finally, the truth is out.  Their books suck because they suck:

The process wasn’t my ideal way of working. I had to type up a complete script and get it approved before I could draw a single line. I don’t think that’s the way most cartoonists work. Our scripts are often like storyboards, right? The process of having to write out a description of a place or a character or an action that could easily have been depicted in a sketch made things needlessly complicated and time-consuming.

So they leach all spontaneity out of the work by having a process designed to allow the editor to really edit the hell out of whatever makes that artist odd, challenging or great.  As horrible as that is, they don’t even follow through:

I had been ready to work on it non-stop, but weeks would go by and I wouldn’t hear from him so nothing would get done. My book was clearly not a priority in his life — which is fine, but it was just so inefficient. I wrote to First Second a few times because I was concerned about losing so much time, and they insisted I had to go through this process.

If they contract a book from somebody as spiffy as Richard Sala, why on Earth wouldn’t they let him get on with it?  Sala is very consistent.  He’s going to do his thing, and that thing is awesome.  He writes funny and quirky and scary stuff, and his art is just beautiful.  But:

But because getting that initial script approval had taken so long, and we had fallen so far behind, I had to rush on the art much more than I would have liked. I still can’t look at some of the pages.

I don’t think they really understand comics.  They’ve published a number of comics with scripts written by non-comics people, and they read like comics written by non-comics people.  They lack comics-ness.  They read awkwardly.

They feel very well-edited.  Edited again and again.

And then there’s the cast-offs, like Refresh, Refresh.  It’s based on a short story originally published in the Paris Review, where I quite enjoyed it.  In the comics version, it read like a discarded, badly written independent movie.  Guess what?  The script was based on a movie script that wouldn’t sell.

Their translated titles  escape the editors’ nit-picking.  But the taste level is so dire that even their translated titles aren’t really worthwhile.  Ok, the Sardine books are kinda fun, but they’re Lewis Trondheim’s least interesting work.

Rooting through the bookcases for more egregious examples, I happen upon The Color of Earth, which may be the most dire comic that’s ever been translated into English.  This Korean cutesy growing up tale had me so disgusted I almost threw it into the recycling.  These guys express my hatred perfectly, so I won’t vent further.

There we are.  Mystery solved.  They suck because they suck.

And now, perhaps, I can finally end the cycle of “oh, that sounds quite interesting”/”eww?” that’s been rolling lo these many years.

Cycles roll, right?

Right.

Years and Years

I was reading this article and thinking “gee, 1980 sure was a good year for music”.

So I wanted to list all the albums I had from 1980.  And then I discovered that I lacked the release year for about 1300 of mah records.

Fortunately, discogs.com has a nice API, so I wrote a tiny, tiny Emacs library for interfacing with it.

And now I  can play all the records from 1980!  Except that discogs didn’t identify about 300 records, so I have to do those manually.  Like an animal!

But the reason for this blog posting is just to beg, nay plead, nay ask, everybody that writes documentation to include fucking examples in their API documentation.  The discogs API 2.0 documentation includes a lot of the particulars, but not any examples on how to fucking actually compose the fucking REST fucking URLs that you have to fucking use.

Fuck.

And they don’t really specify this explicitly anywhere that I could find, either.

So here’s an example search URL:

http://api.discogs.com/database/search?type=master&artist=Grace Jones&release_title=Warm Leatherette

I hope that helps, Interwebs.

The Liquorice Diaries

It has been suggested that the new Hockeypucker candy is simply a way to eat Hockeypulver without looking like a moran.

I, on the other hand, maintain that Hockeypucker is nothing more than a new name for Lakrisal, and tastes nothing like Hockeypulver.

So for today’s experiment, I ground up both these and compared them to the powder.  It’s a zero-blind experiment, since I’m all post-positivist and stuff.

Hockeypucker

Grind Grind

Getting there…

Lakrisal

Grind grind grind

Pucker, Lakrisal and Pulver

Lakrisal is a lot harder than Pucker.  I had to grind and grind and grind, and it still didn’t get very smooth.

The Pulver, on the other hand, is super-duper smooth.  Soo smooth.

Yum yum

All the three taste quite different, though.  Pulver has a pure salmiak flavour, with a bit of liquorice.  Lakrisal tastes a lot more liquoricish.  And Pucker tastes a lot less salmiak and liquorice than either of the other two.

Pulver

 Pulver is the winner.  The other two are just pitiful in comparison.

So, in summary:  There’s no way to get satisfaction without looking like a moran.

1995: En glad gutt

I haven’t read many of the Norwegian classics.  I’m pretty sure I’ve never read anything by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson (his name translates to Bear Star Bear Son — like wow) before.

This book, called perhaps “A Jolly Lad”, is a slender volume on young love across the class barriers, as well as a society getting progressively more modern.  It’s quite funny and touching.

And since it’s from 1860, it has some interesting swear words,like “hvalpung”,  which can only mean “whale’s scrotum”. 

I think.

The illustrations are kinda eh, though:

Rating: Peasantific!