Archive for: dyspeptic ouroboros
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.
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, […]
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!”) […]
Bruno Lecigne’s “De la confusion des languages” (on the mixing up of the languages) My monthly stumblings are, sometimes, restumblings, really… This past weeks I restumbled at least twice: on Otto Dix’s Der Krieg (the war) and Bruno Lecigne’s “De la confusion des languages” (Controverse – controversy -, May 1985). In “De la confusion…” Bruno Lecigne presented eight chapters about […]
In response to last month’s comics criticism roundtable, R. C. Harvey has a post up on the main site in which he lays out his philosophy of criticism. But, seriously, a critic does what he does for what is a very shallow reason. When I first set out to make a living in the world, […]
Comics needs an Henri Langlois. As collectors, most comics geeks have nothing on Langlois. I don’t care how many storage units you have. I know the longboxes block the closet. But from the ‘30s through the ‘70s, back in the days when a single film could take up several cans and a couple square feet […]