Dyspeptic Ouroboros

DWYCK: Open Sesame

Parts of the comics intelligentsia seem to be developing an unhealthy obsession with ideological readings of comics.

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Dyspeptic Oroborous: The Divine Hobby

TCJ hearts Jaime Hernandez.

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Dyspeptic Orobouros: Who Let That In Here, Anyway?

I’m not going to try to make the case for Dokebi Bride as one of the all time all times here. It’s interesting to think about why making that case is futile though.

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Dyspeptic Oroborous: Reacting To It

Do we need to think about Alan Moore and Melinda Gebbie’s attitudes towards sex when reading Lost Girls? Is it important to think about Ditko’s objectivism when evaluating Ditko?

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Short Thought for the Day: What Art Will Last?

“When the critic has no delicacy, he judges without any distinction, and is only affected by the grosser and more palpable qualities of the object: The finer touches pass unnoticed and disregarded. Where he is not aided by practice, his verdict is attended with confusion and hesitation. Where no comparison has been employed, the most […]

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Mistaking the Movies for the Trees

This essay first appeared on Splice Today. ____________________________ As a first time reader of Pauline Kael, I was surprised to discover that she’s boring as fuck. Okay, to be fair, she’s sometimes slightly less boring than that. Going Steady, her third volume from 1968 and the one which I happened to get my hands on, […]

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Literature Will Eat Itself

An edited version of this essay first appeared in The Chicago Reader. ___________________________________________________ The last book but one I read was Jacque Derrida’s The Gift of Death, his late-career foray into deconstructionist theology. To say that you recently finished reading a Derrida book for pleasure is obviously a fairly major throwdown (“Look at my brain!”) […]

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