Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Post Hurricane Link Blogging

Hurricane Emily has been and gone, leaving South Texas, and yours truly, mostly unaffected. You may or may not have heard about it, since, really, Texas is no Florida. Geraldo didn't even come down here, and he'll cover anything!

So, anyway, I've survived a brush (a very, very slight brush) with Mother Nature's fury. It's time time to get back to the important things in life; stealing content from other people's work.

Paul O'Brien doesn't like ASBARTBW, either, and it's left him wondering why RTBW is still around in the first place:

And yet, over at DC, there's Robin, a little primary coloured splodge, ludicrously out of place against the prevailing "grim and sullen" take on Batman. Why is he there? If he didn't exist, would anyone even think of creating him? Ultimately, Robin continues to exist for one simple reason: inertia. He's there because he always has been, for as long as most people alive can remember. He makes no sense, he's out of synch with the style of the book, and his time passed half a century ago – but by god, he's still there.

Also at Ninth Art but on the other end of the spectrum is Marcos Castrillón's
article about Argentinian cartoonist Quino's creation Mafalda. It's an interesting read which definitely makes this case well:

There's still very little awareness of Quino or MAFALDA in the English-language comics market, though, which is a crime. This is one of the most important comics ever created, and it's finally available for the English-speaking world to enjoy. It would be a great shame to miss out on it.

Moving on past the other new article on Ninth Art's main page (I'm not their damn press secretary), the always entertaining Dave Campbell goes autobiographical on our asses with his account of a day at Comic Con, offering insights like this:

Nerd Vegas. Nerd Prom. Geek Mecca. The Terrordome. Comic Con International. Whatever you call it, it's the biggest comic/sci-fi/toy/movie/whatever convention in North America (I think) and it's usually pretty fun. I think if I spent the whole four days there I'd probably be ready to commit lightsaber seppuku, but one day of immersion in the Lazarus Pit of Pop Culture recharges my batteries and helps make me feel connected to the Hive Mind again.

Tom Spurgeon has another entertaining look at the Comicon festivities, with his Eisner Award Diary, endearing himself further to me than he already did with his excellent work with this line:

9:52 -- Joss Whedon is introduced. Unfortunately, his jokes go over more like Storm in the X-Men movie than Xander in Buffy seasons 2-3.

Ed Cunard's back in the saddle over at the Low Road with a review of Foul Play! The Art and Artists of the Notorious 1950s E.C. Comics!:

Geissman's writing is breezy and accessible, which helps shape the overall tone of the book. It's not a critique of the company, nor is it making the case for the historical significance of Gaines's stable of books--it's a book for E.C. fans by an E.C. fan. However, Geissman doesn't present a polka dots and moonbeams version of the company or its artists--the artists faults, fears and afflictions are presented in a matter-of-fact way.

If that isn't enough to make you want to pick it up, there's also the fact that there are reprints of EC stories in there.

Finally, there's some sad news to relay. Dreamwave's selling off its assets. The worst part?:

(though Dreamwave published series based on Transformers, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and CAPCOM properties, those were licensed to Dreamwave by the owners, and their marks are not included in the sale).

My nefarious plan to purchase the licenses for a lump sum of $20 and finally be able to publish my Street Fighter/Mega Man/Beast Wars/TMNT crossover fan fiction as a 1,000 page serialized graphic novel is undone yet again. Curse you, intellectual property!

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Blogger MarkAndrew said...

Robin is there to make Batman look (relatively) cool, and to give Bats someone who he can explain his brilliant deductions too. When you've got a Sherlock Holmesy type character, y'need a handy foil for the detective to play off of. Without it, detective stories require a lot more narrative wrangling to explain.

(And, as a personal thang, I always liked the cheery 'n upbeat exterior masking a tortured soul Robin more'n the tortured soul exterior masking a REALLY tortured soul Batman.)

And that WAS a good review of Foul Play. I should go tell him.

7/21/2005 12:51:00 AM  

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