“The staple reading for all children in the period of Blake’s infancy was the chapbook — stories from British history, the true confessions of criminals about to be executed at Tyburn during ‘Paddington Fair’, myths and legends of uncertain provenance such as The History of the Two Children in the Wood — printed on cheap thick paper and accompanied by clumsy if vivid woodcuts. These ‘cuts’ show children dancing ‘in the round’, chasing butterflies, and spinning hoops; but there are also images of forests ‘dark and drear’, of crippled beggars and wayfarers offering an appropriate subject for infant contemplation, of deathbed scenes to remind the little children of mortality. Blake may also have read such illustrated books as Pine’s Horace and Croxall’s Aesop, and his later interests suggest that he had at least glanced at The History of Jane Shore as well as at The History of Joseph and His Brethren; but it is important only to note that, from the beginning, he saw words and images together in the morbid mid-eighteenth-century equivalent of comic books.“—Peter Ackroyd, Blake: A Biography, (emphasis mine)
AND I LOVE HER
This is a Sharpie sketch I did of Meg this morning. Friday we start the 30-day countdown until our big event. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of sketching her…
Last night we went to Joseph-Beth to see Harvey Pekar sign copies of the BEST AMERICAN COMICS. Not much action — Harvey gave a five-minute talk, answered some questions, signed everybody’s books. He said he was working on a graphic novel on the history of the Beat Generation. I’m sure that thing will sell, no problem.
Coolest thing I saw in the bookstore was the new Popeye book, which is now at the top of my x-mas wishlist. Zak Sally just wrote a great article about the strip, posing the question, “We all know Popeye, but why?”
Last night we caught most of A Charlie Brown Christmas. Every time I watch that thing I get choked up. Christmas is usually the most depressing time of year for me, but was especially so when I was a kid. There’s something about the dark and the candlelight and the carols. A big feeling of loneliness. It’s gotten a lot better since I met Meg, because she loves Christmas, and it’s never been anything but a happy time for her, so that’s rubbed off on me a bit.
There’s a great NPR story on the history of Vince Guaraldi’s score. Over Thanksgiving, I pulled out my sheet music, and worked on “Linus and Lucy” and “Christmastime Is Here.” One day I’d like to be able to play the whole thing on Christmas Eve. A Charlie Brown Christmas recital!
BOOK REVIEW: FUN HOME
My book review of Alison Bechdel’s FUN HOME ran this month in Cleveland Magazine as part of Cuyahoga County Public Library’s “Choice Books” advertising series. We don’t have a working scanner at the library anymore, so I had to settle for a photocopy:
FUN HOME is a really hard book to do justice in 200 words. Its complexity is its genius: it’s so many things at once. If you still haven’t read it, I’ve done it better justice here and here. Alison is a tremendous cartoonist and a really gracious person.
Weird that I should find the review today, because tonight we’re going with Meg’s dad to Harvey Pekar’s booksigning for the Best of American Comics over at Joseph-Beth. Harvey introduced Alison at her reading in October. Remember: there are no coincidences.
Okay. I’m going to go grab a hotdog and spend the rest of the day reading Eddie Campbell’s THE FATE OF THE ARTIST. (Campbell has a new blog worth checking out.)
COLORBLIND HEADCOLD
The running around caught up to us. I don’t feel good enough to post anything else, so here are a couple of crayon/ink scribbles I did at my mom’s house over the holiday.
I am, essentially, colorblind, and I only had three crayons, so give my color a break.
Some wisdom from Tom Waits: “There are only two things you can throw out the window of a moving car, legally. Do you know what they are? Water. And feathers. Everything else you can get in trouble for.”
WHAT! EMBRYOS ARE BABIES!
One of the things I love about holiday road trips is all the ridiculous stuff you see along the highway. I like to keep the digital camera up front with us, just in case we see some gold…
For the past month, there’s been a billboard over on Carnegie Ave (in between the Hot Sauce Williams BBQ and the QuikCash) that sends Meg and me into hilarious gut laughs every time we drive by:
It’s the design of this billboard that cracks me up. With the overly-bright primary colors and a baby that looks absolutely ecstatic to be alive, it has to take the prize for the cheeriest pro-life billboard ever made. But best of all is the caption: try saying it to yourself out loud. I can’t figure it out! I could understand, “What? Embryos are babies???? or “What? Embryos are babies!??? or even, “What! Embryos are Babies???? But the double exclaimation points just don’t make any sense.
The sign is by a group called Prolife Across America, whose mission is to “create an ‘Atmosphere of Life’ in a ‘culture of death.'”
They should get Lil’ John to be their spokesman: “What! Embryos are babies! Yeah!”
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