I feel weird.I’m at a loss. Like a part of me has gone missing.I’m uneasy. At loose ends.I feel . . . lacking. Out of sorts. As though something unnatural has happened to me.It can only mean one thing.There’s nothing on my nightstand.That’s right: I don’t have a book on the go at the moment.Hard to believe, I know, but your L.A. Mood graphic-novel correspondent isn’t reading anything right now. Talk about unnatural!I don’t know if I’m the only person who feels this way, but my usual state of being is that I have my nose stuck in at least one book.Sometimes more than one.But at this moment, I’m between books. I finished a bunch of graphic novels at the end of August, and I have yet to decide what’s next on my reading journey. This doesn’t happen often. I typically have a long mental list of the titles I want to tackle.But for whatever reason or non-reason, I haven’t been able to settle on my next reading choice.Why does this make me feel leery? I guess it’s because having a book beside my bed is the natural state of things for me, whether it’s a graphic novel or a non-fiction title or something else.Not to be all psychoanalytical about it, but reading has been a constant in my life since my parents read to me as a little kid at bedtime.Out of all the generous things they did and do for me, this has had the most powerful impact on the person I am today. They gave me the gift of literacy.Every night, there would be a book like Are You My Mother? by P.D. Eastman or a Dr. Suess title or a volume from Richard Scarry.If I was cranky and they wanted to get me to take an afternoon nap, my parents would offer me a “read rest,” which meant I would work my way through a pile of books until I dropped off, thus forever connecting two of life’s most awesome things – reading and sleeping – in my mind.These gave way to more mature books as I aged, and it wasn’t long before I was reading on my own. Comics like Fat Albert, Star Wars, and Captain America came first, followed by the Merlin trilogy from Mary Stewart and the pulpy Morgaine books by C.J. Cherryh.Naturally, English was my favourite class in high school and I picked up an undergrad and grad degrees in the same topic prior to heading to Ryerson for my journalism education. I don’t want to overstate it, but reading has been a thread running throughout my life. And of course I married an avid reader who burns through a different urban fantasy every couple days. When we finished our basement in Poplar Hill, she and I agreed there had to be room for lots of bookshelves – finally, a library of our own.I agree with the columnist who once wrote that some books aren’t just books for me, they are events in my life. Turning points.Marvel comics fascinated me with their wordplay. Where else was I going to see terms like “mutant,” “stasis,” “uncanny” and “eldritch”?Although he was a fiction writer, Charles Bukowski has influenced my journalism writing deeply. And when I stumbled across James Stockdale’s A Vietnam Experience in the D.B. Weldon Library at Western University, I began my lifelong quest to be a Stoic.The problem, come to think of it, may be that there are too many books I want to read right now.So I feel kinda paralyzed. Ever felt that way?I had a friend in grad school who had a solution. He told me once that he wanted to be a university professor so badly because he figured it was the only job where he could get paid to read for a living.If you have any suggestions for what I should read next, I’m all ears. Oh, and what book do you have on the go right now? I’d love to hear all about it in the comment section below! Dan Brown has covered pop culture for more than 31 years as a journalist and also moderates L.A. Mood’s monthly graphic-novel group.
By Dan BrownI have an observation about pop culture that also applies to comics fandom. I want to share it with you.It’s OK to stand in the middle of the road.I don’t mean that literally. What I mean is, when you’re thinking about your feelings for comics, books, movies, TV shows, or anything else, you don’t have to be an extremist.You don’t, in other words, have to love something or hate it.The world, and the human imagination, are vast enough to accommodate more than two possible feelings.So when you watch this summer’s Star Wars series The Acolyte, you don’t have to immediately go to your socials and post, “I loved every minute of it!” Nor do you have to state, “I hate all Star Wars properties produced under the Disney banner!”It is perfectly OK to say, “I liked maybe two of the episodes of Acolyte, but the rest of the eight-part series didn’t move me.”Get the idea? When you’re talking with a friend about Taylor Swift, you don’t have to boast, “She is the best/worst!” It is perfectly acceptable to say, “I guess she’s OK.” She doesn’t have to be at the top or the bottom on the list of your favourite musicians.It’s OK to sort-of like a franchise or a property or an actor or a superhero or a comic title.In no way is it wrong to have mixed feelings. Being “Meh” is a totally acceptable way to feel.I’m not one of those columnists who blames the internet for all of society’s ills, but I do think when people go online they get the impression everyone else is a partisan of one stripe or another.If all that’s required of people is to love or to hate, then it’s easier to sell them stuff, whether that be a political ideology or a new product.And perhaps in the comic world the presence of “completists” – those who have to have every issue of a certain series, or every book by a certain author, no matter how good or bad – makes everyday fans feel they can only belong at one end of the spectrum or another.If you recall the 1989 Spike Lee movie Do the Right Thing, there’s a character named Radio Raheem who has a gold plate over his left fingers spelling out “HATE” and another on his right hand spelling out “LOVE” That was his way of viewing the world.Don’t be like Radio Raheem. (This would be the right time to note: I enjoy some Spike Lee joints, but not all of them. I guess you could call me a middling fan of his work.)Likewise, you don’t have to love a comic deeply or loathe it with all your soul.Riding the fence gets a bad rap, but the full range of emotions is available for your use, and I’m giving you permission right now to even have contradictory feelings sometimes. Because that’s what most of life is when you’re an adult: Neither black nor white, but beautiful shades of grey.I hear so much about how so many things in our modern times are “divisive.” That new Beyonce song is divisive . . . The new Toronto Blue Jays uniforms are divisive . . .Disney’s latest live-action remake of a cartoon classic is divisive . . .Well, things would be a whole lot less divisive if we embraced the entire rich tapestry of human emotions, not just the extremes at either end.Even this column is subject to this principle.If you kind-of like what I had to say, I’m fine with that!Dan Brown has covered pop culture for more than 31 years as a journalist and also moderates L.A. Mood’s monthly graphic-novel group.
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Read The StoryBy Dan BrownThere have been many comics based on the Alien film franchise, but there is none better than the original Alien: The Illustrated Story.Gorgeously and creepily drawn by legendary artist Walt Simonson and written by steady hand Archie Goodwin, no less an authority than Frank Miller said “it might just be the only successful movie adaptation ever done in comics.”Originally published by Heavy Metal, the book was re-issued by Titan Books in 2012 and is worth hunting down in the runup to the release of the latest chapter in the franchise, Alien: Romulus, landing in theatres on August 16.The Illustrated Story adapts the 1979 Ridley Scott film. I was 11 years old when that movie was released, so I couldn’t see it in theatres. This comic was one of the ways – along with the novelization and fan magazines – I came to understand what the fuss was about. Keep in mind, at the time there were stories of people going to see Alien and throwing up in the theatre because of the unsettling gore. Older kids told me Alien gave them weird dreams.Unlike other film adaptations, such as Marvel’s ongoing Star Wars title, Simonson was not legally prevented from drawing the characters as they looked on screen. So that level of detail adds to the comic’s impact.In addition, it was clear Simsonson and Goodwin had actually seen a cut of Alien before they attempted their adaptation. But the highest compliment I can pay the creative team is how they took what worked from the movie and translated it into terms that worked for a comic.For example, in the scene where the Nostromo crew cut into the face-hugger in the sick bay, Simonson uses a long, vertical panel to show how the creature’s acid blood drips through the different levels of the doomed vessel.Simsonon’s rough lines were also perfect for capturing the gritty feeling of Scott’s motion picture. When the adult extraterrestrial finally appears, it towers over the individual crew members as it attacks – a licence taken with the visuals from the film, where it appears only in glimpses until the end of the story.There’s also judicious use of splash pages, like the full-page panel that shows the chest-burster violently emerging from Kane’s body. It gets the point across: There was blood everywhere.Even better, in select panels Simsonon frames them with the same blend of organic and mechanical elements that Scott used to create such a creepy atmosphere on the big screen.You may be wondering, since the creators involved were both veteran Marvel hands, why was this book published by the adult Heavy Metal? After all, in the 1970s Marvel wasn’t shy about using the latest fad to boost the company’s sales. Why not try to jump on the Alien bandwagon?I’m guessing Stan Lee and company were afraid to come out with a comic that was so bloody and had adult language. In 1999 I interviewed Harry Dean Stanton, the actor who played Brett, and he told me Scott wanted his actors to sound like “space truckers,” not noble PG Jedi Knights with their “outer-space attitude.”For diehard Alien fans, there’s also a moment near the end of The Illustrated Story I have not seen discussed anywhere in supplementary books or commentary tracks.As Ripley runs toward the lifeboat, she encounters the xenomorph sitting in a hallway. It has wrapped itself up into its own body, kind of like how a cat sleeps in a ball, except it’s almost a perfect cube. Ripley watches in horror as it slowly unfolds into its regular form. Was this a scene from an earlier cut of the movie Simonson and Goodwin got to see? I have never seen it addressed anywhere else in Alien lore (although there is a deleted scene of Dallas and Brett suspended in an Alien cocoon begging Ripley to mercy-kill them, which she does with her flamethrower).Even though it’s set in the future, to read this adaptation is also to be transported into the past, specifically the 1970s. Diehard Alien fans will know that in the original film, the crew’s employer is only referred to as “the company.” This was later modified in sequels to be the Weyland-Yutani Corporation. But by having it as an unnamed entity, the film plays on the anti-corporate sentiment that was in the air back then in many 1970s paranoid thrillers. Alien did the unlikely. It took a cliched plot – hapless spaceship crew must respond to distress signal, then is slowly picked off by star beast that is actually a guy in a rubber suit, with audience never knowing who the next victim will be – and created something fresh out of those hackneyed elements.Alien: The Illustrated Story is also an unlikely success by virtue of being the comic version of a landmark film that is not only a faithful adaptation, but worth reading for its own sake as well.Oh, and for the record, it appears Marvel may have learned its lesson: There will be Alien: Romulus prequel one-shot coming out October 24 that depicts the events that set the plot of the new sequel in motion. Dan Brown has covered pop culture for more than 31 years as a journalist and also moderates L.A. Mood’s monthly graphic-novel group.
By Dan Brown Comic fans are a peaceful bunch. Just don’t slight the achievements of their favourite creators – they will take you down. This fact was brought home once again when Roy Thomas – who was named editor-in-chief of Marvel Comics when Stan Lee ascended to the publisher’s office of the venerable company in 1972 – was granted official co-creator status of the character Wolverine ahead of the release of the third Deadpool movie. A lot of fans are pissed. They don’t like how Thomas has been granted retroactive credit (but not cash) for having a hand in creating their favourite Canadian mutant. I’m not here to defend or advocate on behalf of Thomas, who was famously lampooned by Jack “King” Kirby not as Lee’s house boy, but his “Houseroy.” Instead, I want to ask a more basic question. I may not get around to actually answering it. Why does it matter? If you know a little bit about comics history, the Roy foofaraw won’t be news to you. You’ll already know these kinds of battles within fandom are common.Since the creation of mainstream comics was historically a team pursuit – requiring an artist, writer, inker, colourist, letterer, editor and sometimes others – different groups of fans like to go to bat for their favourite creators, saying their guy or gal played a bigger part than the credits from individual issues would indicate. The war between Kirby’s supporters and Lee partisans, for example, rages on even though both men are dead (Kirby passed in1994, Lee in 2018). In the eyes of the King’s proponents, he was the real genius behind superheroes like the Fantastic Four, Thor and Black Panther. Lee’s real contribution, they argue, was staying alive longer and being brash and shameless enough to steal the credit that was due his partner. Even though the credits on back issues may attribute only the pencil work to Kirby, these devoted admirers will go to great lengths – quoting old interviews, scouring archival sources, recruiting still-living contemporaries to share their memories – to back up their claims. Now, I understand why this matters to a creator and his or her family – it’s a question of money and copyright. To a self-effacing artist such as Kirby, it was also a matter of pride. But why the hell would fans care, especially decades later?Why does it matter if Roy Thomas helped come up with Wolverine or not? Let’s face it: The average Wolverine fan in 2024 doesn’t even read comics; when they think of Wolverine, they think of Hugh Jackman, not any artist or scribe who was snubbed in the past. The modern fan knows Logan primarily as a movie and video-game character. They enjoy his violent adventures untroubled by thoughts of whatever might or might not have happened or been said in the Marvel bullpen decades ago. It’s not like the fans were personally ripped off by Thomas. And the truth is, only the creators themselves know the truth. You and I weren’t in the room, and at this point neither Kirby nor Lee can give us their accounts from beyond the grave. An optimist might say, “Even if we disagree on who did what, we all agree that we love comics, right? Can’t we just focus on that?” Nope. For the diehard Jack Kirby or Stan Lee or Roy Thomas fan, it’s not enough. Their version of the creation story must prevail. The object of their devotion must be acknowledged as the rightful originator, and thus be redeemed. What’s at stake here, on a larger level, is how history is written. In this case, it’s the history of comic books. True believers get so worked up if their version of events is not the one that ultimately gets lodged in the history books. There’s much virtual pouting and yelling when they don’t get their way. If you want to use public-relations terminology, their raison d’etre is to “control the narrative.” Oh, and if you’re wondering where I stand on any of this: I’ve written many columns in my career praising Jack Kirby as a powerful visionary, but not a one about Stan Lee. And I think if Roy Thomas had played a major role in making Wolverine the character so many of us love today, we’d already have heard about his contribution by now. If it were true his role was essential, it would be impossible to deny at this late date. Dan Brown has covered pop culture for more than 31 years as a journalist and also moderates L.A. Mood’s monthly graphic-novel group.