It seems that these days comics — excuse us, GRAPHIC NOVELS — are being showered with more love than Lindsay Lohan at a nightclub opening. It almost makes us long for the days when we had a scrap on our hands and we had to fight for every teensy bit of respect. We like an enemy we can see and rally against not all this lovey dubbins crap.
But rejoice! Not everyone thinks comics are all that. A few voices of dissent are finally being heard throughout the land.
Take this snarky letter in the Washington Post, in which Carmen D. Villani Jr. of Chantilly expresses alarm with the upcoming 9/11 comic:
Additionally, these terrorists didn’t “settle in the United States,” they infiltrated it. While shielding children from the details of this horrific tragedy is appropriate, telling the rest of society about it in a comic book isn’t.
But hark! No sooner is that written than Justin Higgins of McLean, VA rides up to defend comics’ honor:
Carmen D. Villani Jr. expresses outrage [“Wrong Topic for a Comic Book,” letters, July 25] that anyone would attempt to depict the events of Sept. 11, 2001, in comic-book format. This outrage is misplaced; it appears to be based on the notion that comic books are not a suitable medium for such a serious topic.
This idea that comics are suitable only for mindless superhero action and other children’s fare is unfortunate. The reality is that comic books (or graphic novels) are just as legitimate a medium as novels, plays and movies, and they have been used to cover some of the most serious topics in history.
Blah blah blah. But wait. Mystery writer Otto Penzler delivers a passing slam in The New York Sun
The whole graphic novel thing has failed to enchant me, I confess. There are good writers, good stories, and good illustrators who work in this genre, I’m told, but I have yet to encounter one that could hold me until the end.
but goes on to merely mention a GN Chandler adaptation. Not too much of a head of steam there.
However, we have a great hope here, and it’s LOST GIRLS. It seems the family loving blogosphere is beginning to take note of its salacious contents.
Note how the humorless Mr. Moore wraps himself in the flag of moral sanctity to excuse himself. He is bringing enlightenment and culture to the rubes; honesty consists of glorifying sick perversions with all the wit and craft his art can bring to bear. What a smug jackass.
To think, I used to admire this man. Somewhere, bound in ice in the lowest circle of hell, the devil pauses in his gnawing on traitors, his tears of ice are checked, and he smiles a grim, lingering smile, and orders his lesser angels to prepare a place for someone who betrays his muse.
And that leads to outrage at Mirathon
The characters are Oz’s Dorothy, Wonderland’s Alice, and Peter Pan’s Wendy. Apparently, if characters are beloved, one should immediately put them in acts of perversion to show how cool one is.
I think the V for Vendetta guy has been anarchic a wee bit too long. He’s now W for Wacko or Y for Yucky or just your garden-variety P for Pervert.
And anyone who thinks our society doesn’t talk or read or do enough sex, well, excuse me, what freaking alternate Earth is he living on?
Yay! Conflict! Looks like we might have to shine up those muskets yet.