FF1993: Palestine

Palestine #1-9 by Joe Sacco.

Last time we visited Sacco (which was with Yahoo), we saw that he had gotten a burgeoning interest in journalism, war and Palestinians. So doing an extended reportage tour to Palestine (and Israel) and a comic book series was the logical progression from that.

Tackling a serious subject doesn’t mean that Sacco abandoned his crazy foreshortenings and perspectives. This miasmatic maelstrom of words and images reflect Sacco’s ambivalence to the entire project perfectly: One the one hand, he wants to portray the situation honestly and try to bring people’s awareness to what’s going on. On the other hand, he also feels like a tourist that can’t really make any difference.

Sacco doesn’t make a secret of where his sympathies lie. Well, not much.

The book is about Sacco, too, where his feelings toward this project shifts between the grandiose and benevolent…

… and a cynical, fed up attitude. This isn’t “objective” reportage, but I think by involving and inserting himself into the narrative all the time gives it a powerful verisimilitude. Or at least the feeling of one.

As Sacco explains in the only “note” in this series, he spent two months there during the 1991-92 winter. The first issue was published in early 1993, and the last in late 1995. By that time, what he was writing about was four years in the past, which is the most frequently heard argument about comics as journalism: Drawing comics just takes so darn long. If this had been a prose book, Sacco could probably have had it completed four months after his sojourn instead of four years.

Sacco is just brilliant at depicting these topsy-turvy action scenes: Everything is askew: The perspectives, the captions, the panels, the fish-eye lens effect. It’s also pure comics, with no nods to filmatic techniques. And it’s easy to see why it took Sacco this long to complete the series: The artwork is meticulous, with all that hatching all over the pages.

In the second issue, Sacco experimented with putting in a long text section. I could speculate that this might have been done to save some time, and fortunately Sacco doesn’t repeat this in later issues.

A recurring theme in later Sacco works have been the uneasy relationship he has to “real” journalists. He wants to be one, and he admires them, but they’re way more cynical than Sacco ever wants to be. Here a journalist critiques a photo Sacco took of the police dragging a woman during a demonstration.

Sacco is often exasperated with the naked and not very photogenic racism the Palestinians have towards the Jews. Sacco’s mission is obviously to humanise the Palestinians (which he does admirably), but he doesn’t shy away from depicting them saying horrible things, either.

We’re regaled with story after story of Israeli “enhanced interrogation” techniques (i.e., torture), especially at the hands of the secret police. That’s a pretty good joke up there.

Sacco consistently portrays himself as being not very brave, as here when a demonstration erupts and he tries to force himself to not run away, but instead stay and take pictures.

Palestine was originally planned as a six issue series, I think, but in the fifth issue, it was announced that it’s going to be nine issues instead. And Sacco mentions in one of the early issues that he wasn’t going to go into details of the refugee camps that much. But then issues six to eight are subtitled “In The Gaza Strip”, and are mostly all from the refugee camps.

Sacco feels it necessary to mention that the facts he’s reporting the people as saying are from 1992, not the present time.

I think Palestine is a powerful work, but I think Sacco is painfully aware of potential problems for the reader: “In other words, let the tales of woe begin!” By the third issue I was starting to think “geez! I’ve got six more issues of tales of abuse to read”. It’s exhausting and it’s relentless. Sacco does include lighter moments, but they’re pretty far and wide.

Sacco’s art changes radically for the Gaza issues. Instead of the flowing, exaggerated layouts, it’s mostly on a grid, and a grid that looks ruled, too, and there are gutters and everything. Only the captions are allowed to retain their organic look.

I must admit I was a bit confused by the ending: I thought perhaps that there would be another issue that I had somehow just never bought. But after a few seconds I got it, and it’s a perfect ending.

*slow clap*

Palestine has been published in several collected editions over the years and has gotten rewards and was positively reviewed at the time.

This post is part of the Fantagraphics Floppies series.

FF1996: Villa of the Mysteries

Villa of the Mysteries #1-3 by Mack White.

My goal for this blog series was to (re-)read all Fantagraphics comic book comics, but, dear reader, I have to let you know that I failed! Failed, I tell you! I have been unable to acquire the third issue of this comic, even going so far as to try to buy a copy from Mack White himself.

But no reply.

So sorry to let you down, reader.

[Edit: But see update towards the end of this post.]

But what are the first two issues (which I bought in the 90s) like?

From the name, cover and introduction, it would be natural to assume that this would be about Greek stuff, just like first generation underground artist Frank Stack was doing around this time.

I guess you could sort of call Mack White a third generation underground artist.

He started off in the 90s, published by storied underground publisher Rip Off Press, and his artwork has an underground comix vibe. It’s rather stiff, but it has a kind of inhuman sheen to it that I find very attractive.

And as with previous generations of underground artists, there’s a lot of drugs (especially psychedelic ones), rock music and sex in his comics.

Oh, and conspiracy theories. White loves conspiracy theories, although it’s sometimes hard to tell if they are parodies of conspiracy theories or real ones. That’s all part of the conspiracy! To confuse us!

There is also a lot of references to weird religion, and here (as with the conspiracies), White seems to both make fun of them and admire them at the same time.

The first issue is brimming with ideas and concepts, and is rather fascinating.

The second issue is a bit different. The centrepiece of the issue is a strip about the Branch Davidians (those cult people who killed themselves in Waco in the 90s, for you youngsters). For the first page or so, I thought that this was going to turn out to be another poke at conspiracy theorists…

… but no, it’s an earnest piece on what the remaining Branch Davidians think happened, which includes, of course, mass murder by the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms. Because…

Yes, that… once… sounded crazy…

There’s even a postscript where White lays out further possible conspiracies, which includes Bill Clinton getting his hair cut by one of the cult members (at which point I decided that he must be telling this joke with a straight face) and … Vince Foster. And perhaps Koresh was a Mossad agent.

It’s all very perplexing. And now Trump is president. Surely it all ties together somehow.

The longest piece in the issue is a kind of riffing off of the David Koresh tragedy, where our heroine (who turns out to be a brainwashed CIA agent) visits a religious compound, lured there by this very Jack Kamenesque little girl. (Another underground connection: Being EC comics fans.)

And again the ATF kills them all, but only on this material plane.

I still don’t know whether White is taking the piss or whether he’s sincere (sometimes). Perhaps he doesn’t know either. It’s possible!

It’s all very puzzling.

Mack White seems to be doing book illustrations now and has a talk radio show.

Edit June 2020:

Look what I got!

I had an ebay alert for this since 2016, and I finally got a copy. Just $30. Why is this particular issue so rare? I’m guessing that Fantagraphics didn’t print a lot of copies? Or what?

Well, it looks like this is not a radical departure from previous issues. We’ve got a mystical text and some pulp-like comics…

Oh, this is the continuation of something from issue #2? I have to admit that I don’t remember this at all… but that’s certainly a striking image.

White’s artwork is as stiff and sharp as I remember: Very EC, very… hm… Kamen?

Yes, yes, of course.

And then it ends — it’s just eight pages, and then it’s over, after they’ve become a perfect hermaphrodite.

So it’s a grab-bag of unrelated strips in this issue, not like the Koresh-dominated second issue. We get some office hi-jinx…

… and a story about a Greek hoax (in a gold g-string)…

… and then Rio Bardo, which looks like it’s probably reprinted from somewhere else (the pages use a magazine form factor). It’s about Billy the Kid and pterodactyls and stuff.

Again we get a hermaphrodite, but this time they’re evil.

I think that’s a very good panel for out-of-context twittering, right? Go ahead.

The storytelling on the Rio Bardo story is humorously old-fashioned, and with the out-there storyline, it’s perfect.

All in all, a classic third generation underground comic book. Very entertaining and looks great.

But what did the critics think of Villa of the Mysteries?

Here’s Chris Mautner in The Comics Journal #185, page 35 on #1:

THE VILLA OFTHE MYSTERIES,
collection of comics by Texas artist
White, takes its name from a famous
frieze in Pompeii, the largest
surviving Roman wall painting in
existence. That ancient work’s real
fame rests on its disturbing
depiction of a Dionysian ritual. In
one section of the frieze, which
White reproduces on the cover of
his comic, a female with large dark
wings is shown whipping a young
initiate, possibly, some speculate,
to prepare her for the marriage bed.
Whatever is going on in that scene,
it is a pretty safe bet that White has
managed to get his finger on the
same pulse.

[…]

As “MK-Ultra’s” title suggests, White is
not content with simply drawing paganrituals
and orgies. He also seems to have a genuine
fondness for pulp literature and conspiracy
theories involving UFOs, the U.S. govern-
ment, and the Vatican. There’ s enough subver-
siveness in this one story to delight the most fervent
paranoid. In fact, villually every story in Villa has
the feeling of coming fresh from the head-
lines of The Weekly World News.

[…]

It’s not so over the top that it be-
comes ridiculous, as did the story
about the nudist nuns. Perhaps what
adds to the tale’s effectiveness is its
ambivalence about Sister Cindy-her-
self. Does she really believe herself
to be the incarnation Eve or is it all
a scam? Does she have the power to
heal, oris she a phony? The story
seems to suggest she is lying about
her divinity, but she is such a pow-
erful presence in the story, and
Brother Harris is so unlikable, that it
is hard not to root for her. I have a
sneaking suspicion that White
wouldn’t half mind us throwing out
Christianity for a religion celebrat-
ing the “New Eve.”

The ambivalence shows up in
White’s art as well. All of White’s
stories are done in a very flat, dead-
pan style, like the cartoon religious
tracts of old (Jack Chick would be
proud). Yet his art reminds me of
nothing so much as those Johnny
Craig ECS, where square-faced men
with short hair and pounds of guilt
sweated over unmentionable crimes.
The problem with Villa of the
Mysteries is that it’s hard to tell just
how seriously White expects us to
take this stuff. It’s hard to read lines
like “Baby, I wouldn’t miss this
orgy for all the hash in Morocco”
without chuckling. In some ways
White resembles Sister Cindy her-
self. Is he trying to say something
about the ties between modern and
ancient religion, or is it all a big put-
on? Both? White keeps a straight
face throughout the entire book, but
I can’t help but feel that he’s barely
raised (and abused) by his hypocritical aunt.

Huh, not very dissimilar from what I wrote up there when…

An interview with White in The Comics Journal #203, page 98:

WHITE: Davidians are not some upstart, so-called
“cult” that appeared yesterday. This is an established
church that has been around since the ’30s. There
aren’t so many of Koresh’s group left now, of course,
because about 87 of them were killed by the govern-
ment. N ot manypeople know it, but there is also a rival
Branch-Davidian church in Waco. I met the minister
ofthat rival church. He was the one who suggested to
me that Koresh was a CIA agent who was manufactur-
ng biological weapons. I don’t think there were
biological weapons at Waco, but I do think the church
was being used as a front by some intelligence agency.
I discuss all this in the latest issue of Villa of the
Mysteries.

Oh! He was serious!

Larry Rodman writes in The Comics Journal #209, page 30:

Countless crackpots and visionaries have chal-
lenged the pitfalls Of denial and suppression by the
powers that be, questioning which appears to be
heading for a millennial climax. The comics form is
a superior medium to encompass the breadth ofthis
topic. Villa afunhouse walk through
the End Times Wax Museum.

Indeed.

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FF1991: A Couple of Winos

A Couple of Winos by Matthias Schultheiss from a story by Charles Bukowski.

Fantagraphics’ early attempts at publishing European comics was often rather awkward, trying to fit material made for different formats into something they could entice an American audience to buy. But this time it kinda works.

Schultheiss’ artwork here looks like a mash-up of Moebius and Hermann, which is very appropriate for the material. It looks like it was drawn with black-and-white in mind, and this desert comic looks good on newsprint.

So there’s no disconnect between the format and the contents, and the story is a short one (originally a short story, I guess? or an excerpt from a novel? I was unable to google it, and there are no story notes in the comic itself) about a drifter getting a job from that truck driver up there.

I’ve read a couple of Schultheiss’ other books, and they are science fiction, if I remember correctly, and drawn in a somewhat different style than this. They’re in colour, for one. I just googled his oeuvre, and he’s apparently published a number of Bukowski adaptions, but none of them have been published in English. Too bad, this is very good.

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FF1991: Check-Up/Unseen

Check-Up #1, Sight Unseen by James Sturm.

We last saw James Sturm just a few days ago in this blog series with his Cereal Killings comic book.

Check-Up seem to be going for a classic Fantagraphics single author anthology vibe: It’s even published in magazine size, just like Neat Stuff and Lloyd Llewellyn.

So you have a number of unconnected bits plopped into the package without much cohesion. It looks like Sturm’s interest in cereal mascots was an early obsession…

Most of all, it’s just not that funny. I mean, I look at that panel, and the father (on the couch) has a pleasingly deranged face, but the humour seems so forced.

I dunno. I’m just not seeing it. That the artwork is so basic doesn’t help. That’s a pretty weak parody of a fight scene.

Sight Unseen was published in 1997, and is a collection of strips originally published in The Stranger. The Fantagraphics edition is slightly smaller than a standard American comic book.

I think what Sturm is going for is dream logic…

… what with the visit to his high school and all. But it’s not really convincing as a dream. It has too much logic and the plot, as it is, has a conclusion, if not entirely satisfactory.

The story has a very improvisational feel to it. Or perhaps a more half-assed feel to it. Or perhaps I’m just extra cranky today.

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WFC Slovakia: Obrazy starého sveta

Utterly entrancing.

I’m not sure how much of it is real, though. It seems to present itself as a documentary of sorts, and some of the people (or characters) we see seem rather, uhm, unlikely.

If it’s all real, the film-makers are kinda cruel with their subjects.

I couldn’t believe it when I saw the end titles. This was made in 1972! The director was so ahead if his time.

Pictures of the Old World. Dusan Hanák. 1972. Slovakia.

Hriatô

  • bacon
  • honey
  • calvadot

Crisp up the bacon in a pan. Add the honey and let it bubble a bit. Take off the heat and add calvados. Heat up again, but don’t let it boil. Serve hot in a glass.

I thought this was going to be horrible, but it’s about the best hot alcohol drink I’ve tasted. It’s not very nice after it’s cooled off, though.

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