Eddie Campbell is back blogging and first he takes on superhero movie tropes:
Watching the Iron Man movie on the plane coming home, I was charmed into recalling how I marvelled at the character when i was wee, in the marvellous scene where he’s flying between the two jet planes. But then it descends into that boneheaded formula in which the hero must do battle with the evil version of himself. The shiny red and gold Iron Man fights the grey Iron Man, The Banner Hulk fights the Tim Roth Hulk, Spiderman fights the living Spiderman costume with another bloke inside it. Anything that was special and unique about the character is somewhat diluted when he’s got a duplicate walking about. Even as a kid I recognized this late variation on the supervillain as a sign that invention was seriously flagging. Seems odd to me that it is now de rigeur in all of these movies. But then, I find myself even more at odds with the world of movies these days.
And then, the fate of the artist once more:
It’s all well and sweet for the librarians to rejoice at getting the kids back reading actual books, but if you read my recent exercise in High Sarcasm, the Publisher’s Weekly interview of June 17, which my pal White thought my funniest moment in print, you will have noticed I accidentally dropped my guard at the end and confessed I’ve been having great difficulty selling my latest book (a problem lately solved so do not weep for me). This work is described as “The Playwright, a book about about the sex life of a celibate middle-aged man.” In the same period I’ve been pitching that around the place, two of the publishers who turned it down then said they’d still love to work with me and offered me the jobs of illustrating to the scripts of named ‘young readers’ authors.