FF1996: Empty Skull Comics

Empty Skull Comics by Gerald Jablonski.

Mm, yes…

Jim Woodring provides an introduction and offers the idea that Jablonski is possibly insane.

The first half of this collection doesn’t seem particularly crazy. The humour is off-kilter, but the silliness is within normal parameters, I would say.

This sort of humour is just my thing. You know: A cow that’s so dumb that she’s suddenly on the roof of the house? Brilliant!

Glamorous farm life? Nice fish breakfast for the horse? Yes! Bring it on!

Totally stupid word play? J’adore.

So I wasn’t quite getting whatever Woodring was… getting at.

Then, halfway through, things got weirder. But still kinda normal underground acid visions.

But then it started.

Page after page of this. Every page the same format and with the same structure:

First the father barges into the boy’s bedroom to complain about the noise (which is music from a band called Poopy).

Then, after a while, the boy explains to the father that his teacher is an ant.

Then it ends with us being told that the world will end and we’ll all die.

In between these three “plot points”, there a seemingly endless stream of puns, non sequitur, cross-talk and general yammer, but the delivery is so straight-forward that it doesn’t really work as a stand-up routine.

The rhythm is rather hypnotic, though. After a while, I started looking forward to getting to the part where the son tells the father about his ant teacher.

Such a weird effect. I’m pretty sure I’ve never seen anything like it.

Jablonski’s speech balloon tails also go awry from time to time, and you have to visually untangle them to tell who’s saying what.

A very peculiar reading experience, and quite enjoyable.

Jablonski is still publishing comics today, and it looks like they’ve gotten even stranger now.

This post is part of the Fantagraphics Floppies series.

FF1994: Nurture the Devil

Nurture the Devil #1-3 by Jeff Johnson.

There seemed to be a micro-movement towards body horror going on at Fantagraphics in the mid-90s. Renée French, Dave Cooper and Jeff Johnson all did violent, visceral, sexually charged comics around this time, with squishy, ink-soaked artwork.

Nice introduction, but I really wanted to highlight a typical Fantagraphics indicia page. Sure, there’s a lot of them that are less personalised than this, but a sizeable portion of them don’t mention anything beyond whatever the artist themselves want to have on the page. Not even an editor is mentioned.

Contrast with a indicia page taken at random from Image:

Knowing that Jeff Boison is the director of publishing planning sure enhanced my reading experience. I only buy comics now that have had their publishing planned by Jeff Boison! I will accept no other publishing planning inside these walls! Jeff Boison! Jeff Boison! Jeff Boison!

ANYWAY! Back to Nurture the Devil.

One thing I wonder about the artwork is what size it’s been drawn at. There’s a lot of lines, but they seem to taper off before they get really fine. The lines are kinda blunt, really. Are these pages perhaps drawn just a bit up from published size, instead of more normal, larger sizes?

And I think I can perhaps see a bit of a Richard Sala influence going on here?

There’s a lot of patterns and meanings to be decoded on just about every page. This boy (turning into a girl) is in a crucifix position, and he’s divided by the panels. Johnson later said that the comic was “mostly driven by unresolved transgender issues”.

Fellow purveyor of squishy comics, Dave Cooper, shows up on the letters page.

About half the pages of the Nurture the Devil series are taken by a serialisation of a narrative called The Garden, which is about… uhm… stuff… The rest are pretty random, like this one, which is about… uhm… stuff…

There’s one autobio piece about Johnson graduating from university, and people trying to interpret his paintings.

What Johnson’s trying to say here is that he peed himself while drunk and he’s now taking a shower. I think he’s quite funny when he tries to be, but he doesn’t try all that often.

The third and final issue shifts the art style a bit. You get this obsessive swarm of tiny lines swirling though every panel. It’s rather beautiful. I wonder whether that might mean that he was working at a larger scale for this issue?

After Nurture the Devil finished (or was cancelled), Johnson went on to contribute to a large number of anthologies, and self-published quite a bit. He underwent gender assignment therapy in the late 90s, and she died earlier this year.

I think a retrospective collection of her work would be a nice thing to have.

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Rocktober Day 3: Sofa Label Night

Food at Xích Lô. The rack of lamb was simply amahzing. You know that fatty thing over those round bit of meat? They had done something to it so that it tasted like a cross between bone marrow and foie de gras, but really charred, and with bright spices. It was like nothing I’ve tasted before. +1 would eat that again.

Stamped at Sentralen.

Concerts in Oslo today.

FF1992: (You and Your) Big Mouth

(You and Your) Big Mouth #1-7 by Pat Moriarity and various.

There are several series that feature a single writer and a wide cast of artists (Real Stuff, Duplex Planet Illustrated, American Splendor), but this is one of the very few series that has one single artist, and a wide roster of writers.

A comics artist spends so much more time on their bit than a comics writer does, so it’s easy to understand why this is such a rare business model.

The first two issues of Big Mouth were published by Starhead Comics, but I’ll just cover them here, anyway.

Just as with Real Stuff, there’s the obligatory Harvey Pekar introduction.

And speaking of Real Stuff, there’s a story written by Dennis Eichhorn.

And, as you can see, Moriarity varies his art style quite a bit from piece to piece.

The stories are virtually all autobiographical (on the part of the writer, of course). The one by Robert Crumb about his father is rather scary: I’ve never seen Crumb do something like this before. Perhaps he does actually censor himself quite a bit when he’s drawing this stuff himself?

One strange thing about reading these comics is how jarring it is with those different “I”s in every story. I found myself thinking for a millisecond “hang on, how did…” before “oh, yeah, different writers, same artist, not the other way around” quite often.

There’s a distinct inside baseball feeling to the first few issues. More than a few the stories are written by people either working for Fantagraphics, or are about people who are working at Fantagraphics, or both. Here we have a story written by J R Williams about meeting Helena Harvilicz, an editor at The Comics Journal. (Things were tense.)

Then the next piece is written by her. Disappointingly enough, it’s not about meeting J R Williams.

Then you have the letter’s column repeating the cycle…

A story written by Karen Moriarity, who I take to be Pat Moriarity’s mother (by reason of deduction of the story itself). It’s cute.

Gary Groth writes a totally true story from a working day at Fantagraphics.

That’s JR Williams, Peter Bagge, Joanne Bagge and Dennis Eichhorn. I feel slightly ashamed that I can tell who these people are.

Moriarity was working as art director for Fantagraphics at the time, so it’s no wonder that he’s hanging around with these people. But quite a few of these stories feel very throw-away. Amusing, but there like no point to them?

Henry Rollins sends in a submission (probably), and Moriarity illustrates it by imagining how Rollins would look telling the story, instead of illustrating the story itself.

Eugene Robinson writes a story that Moriarity illustrates like EC Segar. Oh, I’ve neglected to mention that Moriarity uses a variety of different inkers, which might explain some of the radical stylistic differences. This one is inked by “RL Flenky III”, which I take to mean RL Crabb.

In the fourth issue, Moriarity finally really illustrates a Henry Rollins story after just depicting Rollins ranting at the camera for two issues.

Eek! Jeff Johnson inks! Oh, yeah, I should cover Nurture the Devil soon…

Oops. That’s kinda what I thought, too, and Moriarity agrees.

Double oops. Now I feel bad for writing what I did up there. But I made those notes before I read this page! Honest! I wasn’t cribbing!

So now what.

There’s a one year hiatus between the self-criticism of issue four and the fifth issue, and that issue is very different from the preceding issues. First of all, it has one long story that takes almost all the pages of the issue, but more importantly, that story is written by Moriarity himself. And it’s about a character called “Doug”, who I would guess really is the author himself.

But there’s also a couple of shorter pieces, like this one written by Kim Thompson, about a horrible nightmare.

Another year passes before the sixth, which continues the same format, but this time with an even longer Doug story that is to be continued in the seventh issue.

Above you see how the continuation in the seventh issue ends.  And it took two years to get this issue out, so everything points to Moriarity losing interest or getting a job that leaves less free time to draw, or something.

There are no hints in the last issue that the series is about to be cancelled, but it feels like that anyway. There’s a certain lack of energy pervading the book.

Moriarity is still active, but seems like he’s doing more illustration than comics these days.

This post is part of the Fantagraphics Floppies series.