League of Extraordinary Self-Promotion

I was in a Border’s killing some time, and happened on the JLA reboot #5365, Brad Meltzer edition. I skimmed through it. Red Tornado and Amazo switch brains; Solomon Grundy is wearing a suit, Speedy is now Red Arrow, Hal Jordan is alive, Oliver Queen is alive, Barry Allen still isn’t alive. Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman have for some reason collected playing cards with images of all the DC super-heroes on them. It seems kind of silly, but I guess it’s relatively harmless, as hobbies go.

But the main point of the comic seemed to be how much everyone just loves the Justice League. Oliver Queen talks about how he misses being in the League. Batman and Superman are awfully excited about starting up the new League. All these super-heroes are just eager to be in the League. And what a spiffy new headquarters the League has. And how great are it’s traditions. And on and on. Every damn page it seemed like someone was enthusing about the League.

Of course, the truth is JLA has almost always been a second string title, with no real reason for being. Those early Gardner Fox issues were dreadful even by the standards of 30s super-hero comics; Snapper Carr has to be one of the most embarrassing creations in comics. The time when the League really seemed to make the most sense was with Giffen/DeMatteis, when it was deliberately used as a joke, or with Grant Morrison, when it teetered on the verge fo self-parody (all the Morrison villains were always talking about how incredibly irritating the League was with its we-can-do-anything, we’re-so-great-and-good stance.) The League has certainly never had anything like the (relatively) coherent mythology of , say, the X-men or Fantastic Four. It’s been retconned so many times it’s a wonder that its amnesiac do-gooders can remember how to unzip their costumes to go to the bathroom, much less wax maudlin about their (indeterminate, over-edited) pasts.

Yet wax nostalgic they do. It’s almost as if they’re desperate to convince somebody — anybody — that this is the Best. Teambook. Ever. Really, the League’s a grand tradition! You should feel nostalgic for it! Remember Starro? Amazo? Somebody-else-that-ends-in-o? They were great villains! No, really — hey, come back here! Put down that issue of Nana! Don’t you know we’re the Justice Leaaaaaaaa….

Update: Tom Crippen also weighs in on buckets-of-super-heroes-in-one-book with a long discussion of Marvel’s Civil War series
Update 2: The JLA is from the 60s, of course, not the 30s. I could apologize for the error…but instead I blame the comics for being so mediocre they warp the space-time continuum.

Son of Blogzor

So with the addition of Tom we got over 1000 hits this week, which is teeny, tiny wimpy beer by the standards of the great wide Internet, but is easily a record for this wee little blog. Thanks for all who stopped by and contributed to the everlasting, ever-expanding fame of Crippen! and Berlanskystein!

Wednursday

It’s a magical day that appears in the middle of the week to help hard-pressed, multitasking mom politicians. Let’s say you’re offered the vice presidency two days before the official announcement is made and you have to poll your family about whether to say yes. But at the same time, on the very same day, it’s also one day before the announcement and for whatever reason you’re not polling your kids, you’re hoodwinking them with a story about how everyone is flying to Ohio for a family outing. A normal day in the week can’t handle that kind of strain. Only Wednursday can.

For those who don’t follow, Sarah Palin is lying again. Andrew Sullivan, of course, has the rundown.

What Trotsky Teaches Us

One of my neighbors is Ganesh, an excellent fellow. He would be that rarest of creatures, an intelligent American swing voter, except that he’s from India and lives in Montreal. He’s been following the US election and has decided he’s rather more impressed by Obama than by McCain and that this Palin person really does not seem up to the job. Even so, my feelings on the subject leave him a bit bemused.

“Yes, but all politicians lie,” he offered after I had been going on a while. He had reason to regret that, because it triggered the following story.
The great communist Leon Trotsky was in exile, living in Mexico, and intellectuals from the United States flocked down to see him. One was Dwight MacDonald, a brilliant man but also a know-it-all and loudmouth.
One day Trotsky was sitting in his study, thinking about the world revolution. An aide approached him and asked if MacDonald could gain admittance. Trotsky said no: Comrade MacDonald was a fool and today he was in no mood for fools.
“Comrade Trotsky,” the aide said, “you tell us all men are fools.”
“Yes!” Trotsky said. “Yes, all men are fools! But Comrade MacDonald abuses the privilege.” 

Neurotic Batman, Our Work-for-Hire Cathedral

Reading Noah’s thoughts on work-for-hire, I’d like to add a few words on the upside of corporate ownership vs. creative. The Batman I see around in today’s comics is more notable for his personality than anything else. He’s an odd duck, a fellow who’s good at his job but really needs to relax. It makes a kind of sense for him to finish this way; back when we first saw him, in 1939, he was a kid doing pushups over and over because his parents had been killed. But Bob Kane and Bill Finger didn’t see him as a neurotic. Left in their hands, he might have stayed simply a dark avenger of the night, or the square-jawed, stalwart fellow we know from the 1940s, ’50s, and ’60s. One reason he didn’t, a very big reason, is that he belongs to DC.

The current Batman is the creation of who knows how many writers and editors spitting into the same pot over the past few decades. Our Batman is a communal creation, and the community was hired and organized by a corporation. Which doesn’t do away with the downside of the situation, including the possibly discombobulated branding Noah describes. But taking control out of the individual’s hands opens the way for new possibilities. The people who invented Batman did deserve to control him and reap the financial rewards. (Kane got a nice cut, not control of the property.) But for the rest of us it may be just as well that they didn’t.

Media Apocalypse

Some news on other and sundry projects:

First off, Da Capo Press’ “Best Music Writing 2008” is out soon (I just got my copy.)It includes my essay on contemporary R&B from the Chicago Reader (reprinted in a slightly altered version here The book is edited by Nelson George. The rest of the table of contents is below:

* CARL WILSON * The Trouble With Indie Rock: It’s Not Just Race, It’s Class * Slate
* BILL WASIK * Annuals * Oxford American
* CLIVE THOMPSON * Sex, Drugs and Updating Your Blog * The New York Times
* JEFF WEISS * Soulja Boy: Cranking the Chain * LA Weekly
* DANYEL SMITH * Keyshia Cole: Hell’s Angel * Vibe
* NOAH BERLATSKY * Underrated Overground * Chicago Reader
* SOLVEJ SCHOU * First Person: Auditioning for this Season’s ‘American Idol’ * Associated Press
* BEN SISARIO * Wizards in the Studio, Anonymous on the Street * The New York Times
* BRANDON PERKINS * Wu-Tang: Widdling Down Infinity: Can a Bunch of old, dirty bastards save hip-hop for a third time or will the math just collapse upon itself? * URB
* JONATHAN CUNNINGHAM * Freaks Come Out at Night: Grandmaster Dee Cuts a Wide Swath on the Comeback Trail * Broward-Palm Beach New Times
* NADIA PFLAUM * Pay 2 Play: Hip-hop Hustlers are making Off with Kansas City Rappers’ Hard-Earned Cash * The Kansas City Pitch
* ANN POWERS * It’s Time to Kick this Addiction * Los Angeles Times
* NIKE D’ANDREA * Bad Habits: NunZilla’s Punk-rock Catechism Will Leave you Praying for More * Phoenix New Times
* J. BENNETT * Dimmu Borgir * Decibel Magazine
* ERIC PAPE * “We Sing Everything. We have Nothing Else” * Spin
* ANDY TENNILLE * Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings * Harp
* MARKE B * Gayest. Music. Ever.: The Death of Circuit, Energy 92.7, and the New Queer Dance Floor Diaspora * San Francisco Bay Guardian
* PHIL SUTCLIFFE * Pete Seeger * MOJO
* JEFF SHARLET * The People’s Singer: the Embattled Lee Hays * Oxford American
* LARRY BLUMENFELD * Band on the Run in New Orleans * Salon
* DAVID KAMP * Sly Stone’s Higher Power * Vanity Fair
* MATT ROGERS * Beast from the East: Mandrill’s Musical brew is Equal Parts Brooklyn and Motherland * Wax Poetics
* OLIVER WANG * Boogaloo Nights * The Nation
* SAM KASHNER * Fever Pitch: When Travolta Did Disco; the Making of Saturday Night Fever * Movies Rock
* SEAN NELSON * Dead Man Talking: “Kurt Cobain: About a Son” * The Stranger
* JODY ROSEN * A Pirate Looks at Sixty: Jimmy Buffett’s Mid-Life Crises * Slate
* ALAN LIGHT * The Notorious BIG * Blender
* ALEX ROSS * Apparition in the Woods * The New Yorker
* GARY GIDDINS * Back to Bossa: Rosa Passos and Fifty Years of Bossa Nova. * The New Yorker
* DAVID MARGOLICK * The Day Louis Armstrong Made Noise * The New York Times
* CRAVEN ROCK * On Lynyrd Skynyrd and the White Trash Thing * Around the Bend * Ten Years * Eaves of Ass #6
* TOM EWING * The History Book on the Shelf: ABBA * Pitchfork Media

Second, Comixology (where I have a new column) is sponsoring the Harvey Awards at the Baltimore Comic Con this year. They’re giving away a pair of tickets to the Con and to the Awards (including cocktail hour and dinner). The winner will bring a friend with them to sit with the comiXology guys including Tucker Stone and the comixology iPhone developer at the Awards dinner. The giveaway page is Posted in Blog

It’s the Song, Not the Singer

There’s been a fair bit of response around the blogosphere to my post about work for hire and the aesthetic limits thereof. I thought I’d try to respond to two of the more thoughtful ones.

Stuart Moore at Pensive Mischief thinks I’m missing the boat in linking work-for-hire to branding. He writes:

But that’s a side issue. The main thrust of this piece seems to be that creator ownership is desirable because it allows the creator to keep tight control of the “brand” and make sure the characters stay consistent and on-point. I’ll grant that there have been creators (Berke Breathed comes to mind) who’ve exercised very tight control over the licensing of their popular characters over the years. But traditionally, major entertainment companies have had an enormous interest in keeping characters “on-model” and consistent, to the point of having entire quality-control departments to ensure this. If it isn’t happening in one or two cases in the comics industry, that might be a glitch in the machinery, not an overall trend.

And I can certainly cite you independent comics that went off the rails — for a large part of their readership, anyway — as they went along. All respect to the creators’ right to do whatever they want with their creations — that’s the whole point here — but CEREBUS is probably the biggest example. FISH POLICE was a little rough toward the end, too. I’m sure there are others.

More to the point, though: Why do we care about branding anyway? Don’t we want creator-owned work because it leads to original, inspired comics, not because it means the Joker will look the same every time he appears?

Just to be a little clearer…I think the relationship between work-for-hire and quality is tricky to establish. There are a lot of great work-for-hire comics, and a lot of bad independent ones. The work-for-hire argument usually goes “if we get rid of work-for-hire, we’ll have more original, more creative comics.” That seems to be where Moore is headed with his argument. I deliberately didn’t make that argument because I think it’s hard to sustain. (I think there is a relationship between work for hire and low quality, but I think it’s a bit more circuitous than the one Moore seems to be advancing here.)

The point I’m making about branding, therefore, is kind of irrespective of quality. I’m not saying that comics would be better if the Joker always looked the same. I’m saying that comics as a medium would have broader appeal, and be able to retain a bigger audience if the Joker always looked (at least somewhat) the same.

Consistency is the soul of marketing. Comics long ago dispensed with even nominal efforts at consistency in large part because of the reliance on work for hire. In manga, for example, a series is inextricably tied to its creator (as the Brooke Valentine does or does not have to her music, from a marketing or branding perspective, the music is hers. A Brooke Valentine fan knows, more or less, what a Brooke Valentine song will be like. Whereas a fan of Batman in the comic book doesn’t know what the character will look like, or talk like, or who those stories will be aimed at.

In other words, I’m not talking about how creators are treated, but about how creations are treated. Not respecting creators is morally rotten and generally despicable, but it’s never been shown to hurt an entertainment conglomerate yet. Disrespecting creations, on the other hand, is morally neutral — but has unfortunate aesthetic and, ultimately, financial repercussions. In large part because of the work-for-hire standard, comics companies treat their properties like old, broken, whores, auctioned off with equal and cynical aplomb for a quicky, or a gang-bang, or some brutal, sadistic tryst. Consumers in general aren’t stupid; when the goods are presented as worthless, they figure they’re worthless, and don’t want to have anything to do with them. All, of course, except for a few, nostalgic fanboy johns, who knew the girl when she was young and pretty, and keep coming back for one more bitter, ugly fling….

UPDATE: Tom Spurgeon also weighs in, but much too briefly. Tom, if you’re reading, it sounds like you have some really interesting stuff to say about this. Longer post please?

UPDATE 2: And HU’s own Tom Crippen’s got a post about the aesthetic upside of work-for-hire.

UPDATE 3: I should note that pretty much everything I have to say about this was said first and better by Dirk Deppey in TCJ #269, his shojo manga issue of the Comics Journal:

Finally, and most importantly: The vast majority of manga being reprinted in the United States reflect the vision of a single creator or set of creators. This isn’t quite as inflexible a rule as that statement makes it sound — many manga studios more closely resemble the “communal assembly line” employed by Will Eisner than they do a single artist sitting at a drawing table — but even if the guiding force behind a given story (the manga-ka) is merely plotting and drawing the main characters’ faces, there’s still a single guiding force behind the story.

To emphasize the point, compare two media phenomena that attempted to drive sales towards graphic novels: Naruto and X-Men. The fact that Naruto has become popular in both print and animated forms should surprise no one; given that it’s the story of a young boy who’s secretly a nine-tailed demon, who spends his days going to ninja school and getting into constant trouble, you could safely call this series a
license to print money from the moment its creator wrote that concept down in his notebook. If the Naruto anime left you interested enough in the story to go to a bookstore and check out the manga, you’d find more of the same: The anime stays as close as possible to manga-ka Masashi Kishimoto’s original concepts, and Kishimoto is in turn the consistent driving force behind the creation of the comics version, regardless of who spotted the blacks or drew a particular forest background. So long
as you first bought the Naruto volume with the big “1” on the spine, liked it and followed it with the one labeled “2,” you’re pretty much guaranteed to be satisfied by the results.

If the X-Men films convinced you to pick up your first X-Men graphic novel, however, you’d be in for an entirely different experience. Your first exposure would depend upon which author’s version of the series you pulled out of the stack, be it Stan Lee, Chris Claremont, Grant Morrison, Mark Millar or Chuck Austen, and the artwork would likely change from one artist to another within the book’s pages. If you remained interested enough by what you read to buy a second one, that second volume would be as much of a crapshoot as the first, unless you very carefully observed which names were on the spine each time you invested your hard-earned dollars on a new book. The replaceable nature of the writers and artists, as dictated by the work-for-hire business practices upon which Marvel depends, actively discourages casual readers exactly to the extent that casual readers can never be sure what they get when they open an X-Men book.