Archive for November, 2008

Send Back Sendak! Boost the Seuss!

I find Donald Phelps’ writing style maddening; circumlocution is piled on parapraxis until all you can really see is the giant, rather desperate sign waving back and forth: “Kiss me! I’m erudite!” Nonetheless, his new column in TCJ is tackling interesting subjects. Last time out he talked about the classic pulp occult novels of Manley […]

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Was George Herriman a Pothead?

I’m posting the same question on the Comics Journal message board. Maybe a passer-by here will also have some info. Anyway … Krazy Kat sure reads like it was marijuana inspired. Of course it’s tedious to assume that pot lies behind anything strange and original; I wouldn’t say Dr. Seuss or Thurber were stoned. But […]

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Amerie: Because I Like It

I’ve finally gotten rid of my ten-year-old-plus imac and purchased a Macbook, which means that blogger is much, much easier to deal with. To celebrate, I figured I’d start posting highlights from the back catalog (or I like to think of them as highlights, anyway.) To start I’ll be reprinting some of the music reviews […]

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Omega the Unknown’s Lesson for All of Us

I read the Lathem Omega the Unknown revamp and liked it. Not much to say on the subject until the day comes that I’ve read the original. For now I’d like to underscore a valuable insight presented by the new Omega. At one point the poor schmuck high-school kid who gets pushed around by the […]

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Unifinished Comics: The Eternals by Neil Gaiman and J. Romita Jr.

I couldn’t get thru this thing. The Eternals is a snooze. It is to boredom what a head-on auto collision is to fear and pain: a cataclysm that can be outlived but never analyzed. So don’t ask me why this comic is so bad; just chip in to my hospital fund. John Romita Jr.’s stuff […]

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Zen and the Art of Self-Satisfaction

This review of The Artist’s Way was published first in the Baffler, then on my old group blog Eaten By Ducks, and is here again for those missed it the first couple of times. (I think this is, by the by, the first piece of criticism for which I was ever paid.) Though The Artist’s […]

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Edra Soto and Arriver

Last week I reviewed a show by Edra Soto at Rowland Contemporary for the Chicago Reader. Here’s the full review: Identity art tends to be repetitively earnest–my ethnicity is spiritual! my people have suffered!–but Edra Soto realizes that putting your tongue in your cheek can stimulate your brain. Though her new show at Rowland Contemporary–“The […]

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