Frank Miller Hasn’t Even Seen the Venus Girdle

Cameron Kunzelman has a longish post up in which he tries to figure out what’s special about Wonder Woman as a character. Among other things, he talks about this sequence from the mess that was Frank Miller’s DK2.

As this suggests — and as the rest of Kunzelman’s discussion shows — Miller’s WW is largely defined by her relationship with Superman. Sometimes she mocks him, sometimes she fights him, and ultimately (as we see here) she is conquered by him. The whole point of having the strong woman woman there, for Miller, is to make the strong man stronger through his domination of her. Shortly after this scene, Superman grabs her and fucks her and she declares that he’s made her pregnant (“Goodness Mr. Kent, you could populate a planet!”) If you’re feeling flaccid, dominate the castrating bitch and soon you’ll be uncastrated. Wonder Woman’s the phallus which means (a) she can’t have the phallus, and (b) owning her is to own the phallus.

That’s not exactly where Marston is coming from, obviously. For Marston, strong women aren’t there to highlight the dominance of strong men. On the contrary, it sometimes seems like just the opposite is true — strong men only exist to be dominated by strong women.

That’s from Sensation Comics #46. In this issue, like the text says, “An enemy’s subtle plot gives Steve Herculean strength!” A scheming female gangster figures that if Steve is stronger than Wonder Woman, he’ll get her to marry him, and then she’ll stay home and cook and clean rather than fighting bad guys. So she gives Steve an electrical (ahem) ball which makes him uberpowerful.

The plot works to some extent; as Wonder Woman says, Steve’s new strength is “thrilling.”
 

 
Ultimately, though, Wonder Woman decides that she doesn’t want a stronger man…
 

 
and so Steve does the right thing.
 

 
In some sense, this is, as I suggested, simply a reversal of Miller — in DK2, the strong woman submits; in Marston, the strong man does. Male/female is not a purely reversible binary, though; the two terms have long histories of meaning and inequity which aren’t simply substituted when you flip them. Men on top and women on top are different in more ways than just the positions of the bodies.

Specifically, Miller’s fantasy of men-on-top is about love as a seizing of power; love and force go together, so that when Superman fucks Wonder Woman, he literally sets off an earthquake. The power of the love is attested by its violence. Men on top express real love by seizing and destroying.

Marston disagreed. “Love is a giving and not a taking” he wrote in his psychological treatise. And so Steve expresses his love not by grabbing Wonder Woman and taking her as his prize, but rather by submitting. With women on top, love is giving up power, not seizing it; embracing weakness, not asserting strength. And where Miller’s version of love involves male dominance and excited female submission, Marston’s version of love-as-renunciation seems more reciprocal. Or, at least, Wonder Woman’s reaction to Steve’s weankness is not a swaggering assumption of mastery, but a blushing admission — “I do l-l-like you, just as you are — now.”

In this regard, I think this image is interesting:
 

 
That’s the sequence where Steve first gains his superstrength. The ball is given to him by a woman, obviously. In the first panel, she sits on the desk with her suggestive red dress, her legs spread — and Steve’s gaze seems directed at her crotch rather than at that glowing ball. At the same time, the women explains that the ball will do for Steve what Amazon training does for Wonder Woman. Thus, Steve’s strength is, both narratively and iconically, something taken from women — to be stronger is to be feminized. The point is further emphasized in the next panel, where Peter draws the usually chunky Steve with an almost bishonen grace — his blonde hair poofing out flirtatiously in front, his eyebrows curving eloquently, his lips unusually full.

In Miller, male strength emphatically enforces typical gender norms; Superman’s phallus turns Wonder Woman from battling Amazon to mother, and all is right with the world. In Marston, on the other hand, male strength feminizes…which doesn’t change the fact that when Steve submits out of love, he is also following a feminine ideal. Men on top reads gender straight; women on top, on the other hand, makes everything queer.

It’s probably needless to say that Miller’s version of the character seems to me in just about every way more conventional and less interesting than Marston’s. But more than that, I think Miller’s handling of Wonder Woman really suggests pretty strongly that Kunzelman is wrong when he says at the conclusion of his essay that “Wonder Woman is special.” After all, there’s nothing special about women-as-phallus; there’s nothing special about women as cog in male psychodrama. There’s nothing special (certainly not in Miller’s work) about fetishizing female strength in order to more fully fetishize the strong man who conquers it. Marston/Peter’s version of the character is touched by unique genius, of course. But that genius inheres in their writing and in their art, not in some random corporate property with a particular color scheme and appellation. If creators want Wonder Woman to be special, they need to make her special. Miller — and the vast majority of people who have worked on the character since Marston/Peter — haven’t bothered.

Utilitarian Review 6/30/12

On HU

Susie Bright and the haters.

Caroline Small on gender and the unreliable narrator in Ghost World.

Featured Archive Post: Marguerite Van Cook on comics and the sublime.

Allan Haverholm on language and “comics.

Nicolas Labarre with a essay in comics form on 2000 Maniacs!

Connor Delaney on composition in Alison Bechdel’s Fun Home.

I talk about gender essentialism, brokeback Catwoman, and the origin of the world.

Vom Marlowe on the virtues of Mercedes Lackey’s sparkly horses.

I recommend some Anthony Heilbut gospel recordings.

And finally we did a bunch of posts on Neil Gaiman this week. I review Gaiman’s shitty Neverwhere. I talked about Neil Gaiman’s Best American comics and Sandman’s evaporating legacy. Mercer Finn on some of the limitations of Sandman. James Romberger and Robert Stanley Martin talk about Gaiman and the art in Sandman.

 
Utilitarians Everywhere

At Slate I review Anthony Heilbut’s marvelous new book The Fan Who Knew Too Much.

At Splice I explain that Bill Maher is a bigoted dick.

At Splice Today I review a great new album of plant-worshipping black metal by Botanist.

 
Other Links

C.T. May takes down Woody Allen.

Erica Jong on Huffington Post’s evil business model.

Bert Stabler with a lovely piece on language.

A long interview with Melinda Beasi.
 

The Gospel As Compiled By Atheists

This first appeared on Madeloud. I thought I’d reprint it today to sync with my Slatereview of Anthony Heilbut’s great new book.
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Anthony Heilbut is probably the most influential white atheist in African-American gospel music.

His 1971 book, The Gospel Sound: Good News and Bad Times, was the seminal study of the genre. In addition to being a scholar, he was also an influential producer and compiler, and the records he put together remain some of the best introductions to the music. Many of his compilations and projects were on vinyl and never made the leap to disc — but many more were done more recently and are still, blessedly, in print.

A good place to start with Heilbut’s gospel compilations is one of his most recent: When Gospel Was Gospel, released on Shanachie in 2005. From the guitar evangelist Sister Rosetta Tharpe to male belters like Robert Anderson; from female gospel groups like The Davis Sisters to male accapella quartets like the Swan Silvertone Singers, Heilbut does his best to span all of the major styles and many of the major singers of the 1940s and 50s Golden Age of Gospel. As with all of Heilbut’s albums, the liner notes are extensive and exemplary, and the variety and quality of the material makes this a sublime experience for hard-core fans or non-gospel listeners alike. My favorite moments may be the Sensational Nightingales jauntily fierce “Sinner Man” and Marion Williams’ manic, extended “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOh!” in the middle of the rocking “Traveling Shoes.” But really, cherry-picking individual bits is hardly the point — the whole thing is gold.

Probably my personal favorite of all the Heilbut compilations I’ve heard is Kings of the Gospel Highway: The Golden Age of Gospel Quartets, from 2000. The album traces the influence on the gospel quartet movement of seminal Soul Stirrer’s lead R. H. Harris. Heilbut argues that Harris was pivotal in moving away from the close ensemble style of jubilee singing and towards a hard gospel sound focused on improvising soloists. The new style was, as Heilbut amply illustrates, one of the triumphs of American music; highly crafted, intensely soulful, both innovative and devastatingly archaic. Again, it almost seems silly here to point out high points. But if I have to choose, I’d single out R. H. Harris bending notes and yodeling over the ominous, moaned backing on “I’m a Soldier;” Spirit of Memphis Quartet high tenor Wilmer Broadnax switching leads with baritone Silas Steele to build up an electrifying tension on “Jesus Jesus”; and the almost-countryish-jubilee of the Swan Silvertones’ “Working on a Building,” blasted apart halfway through by the testifying of hard lead Solomon Womack.

Heilbut worked as a producer with the great gospel singer Marion Williams on now out-of-print albums. Some of his compilations of her work are still available, however, including The Gospel Soul of Marion Williams from 1999. The tracks come mostly from the 1970s and 1980s after Williams had left the Clara Ward Singers for a solo career, and the backing rarely has the collaborative detonation of the group context. Nonetheless, Williams is a phenomenal performer, who can swing effortlessly even while summoning up enough power to take paint off the walls. The two minute accapella “Sit Down Servant,” manages to encapsulate the entire history of African-American music, from unaccompanied worksong to preaching to heartfelt blues to jazzy variations to rap, as Williams uses her own breathing and snorting to punctuate and define her rhythmic phrases. After you listen to it, it’s hard not to agree with the Rolling Stone Album Guide, which called her simply “the greatest singer ever.”

One of Heilbut’s few older albums that remains readily available is Precious Lord: Recordings of the Great Gospel Songs of Thomas A. Dorsey. Produced in 1973, it is, as the title says, a tribute to the great songwriter Thomas A. Dorsey, featuring numerous gospel greats covering his most famous tunes. Put together more than a decade after gospel’s Golden Age, the album is as much Heilbut’s love letter to the era as to an individual. Marion Williams sings on a number of tracks. So does R. H. Harris, whose soaring vocals are almost as masterful as in his heydey, despite the fact that, at the time of this album, he had long since stopped touring and lapsed into semi-obscurity. Additional highlights include tracks by the Dixie Hummingbirds and Alex Bradford, and a turn by Sallie Martin, whose deep, mannered singing sounds like no one else on earth.

Other Heilbut compilations include The Great Gospel Men, The Great Gospel Women, All God’s Sons and Daughters: Chicago’s Gospel Legends, and another Marion Williams’ compilation, Remember Me. He was also the producer on a great many albums, including work by the Dixie Hummingbirds, Mahalia Jackson, Sallie Martin, and many others. Though I haven’t heard anywhere near his entire oeuvre, I can say with some certainty that anything his name is on is highly recommended.