"In April, Dean Haspiel’s (The Fox) new graphic novel Fear, My Dear: A Billy Dogma Experience, launches from Z2 Comics (formerly Zip Comics), the second release for Z2 in 2014, following Paul Pope’s Escapo. Fear, My Dear collects newly remastered and never before in print material in the love-war adventures of anti-hero Billy Dogma and the light of his life Jane Legit.”
Independent Comix Art & Mini-Comix at the Library of Congress
We’ve got our own event happening mid-day on Friday. Cartoonist Dean Haspiel and SPX Exec. Director Warren Bernard will be appearing at the Library of Congress to discuss the Small Press Expo Permanent Collection and Dean’s incredibly generous donation of his own minicomic collection to the LOC.
If you’re on Cap Hill tomorrow, this should be a good talk. And with Dean there’s always a 50/50 shot the shirt’s coming off so there’s that.
I’m planning to be there as well and will post pics in the afternoon of what goes down!
The mainstream comics industry has spawned another alternative supergroup. 30 Days of Night creator Steve Niles and Epitaph Records owner and Bad Religion guitarist Brett Gurewitz have banded together with Halo-8′s Matt Pizzolo to form Black Mask Studios with the stated aim of disrupting the comics market.
“It’s become this monopolized walled garden where you’re only allowed to grow two things: superheroes and movie treatments,” Pizzolo told Wired via e-mail. “We’re going to open new space outside the entrenched market where we can cultivate more subversive experimental and literary comics to reach broader audiences.”
My favourite place to read is really anywhere so long as I can spread myself out. Couch, rug, bed, whatever feels best. This is because I’m a fidgeter. I flip-flop around a book like it’s the only thing I have to hold onto in a storm.
I wish I could tell you that I read in my favourite café with my legs neatly crossed, sitting next to a peppermint tea atop a dainty saucer, all in a beam of morning light. But I can’t, because I’m lying on my belly, ignoring the fact that leaning on my arms is making them fall asleep. When they do, no problem. I just plop around onto my back and hold the book above my head, or maybe curl around the book on my side in some unnatural fashion, or sit up and balance it on my knees.
Did you just step on something? Oh, that was me. I was rolled up in a blanket on the floor. Don’t worry about it.
When I was a teenager, I even threw sitting awkwardly upside down into the mix, legs thrown up and over the back of an armchair, but had to give that up when I became a Lady because no gentleman worth his salt takes an upside-down person to the altar. Not that I’m fishing for husbands when I’m halfway through the latest George R.R. Martin, but you have to draw a general conduct line somewhere, don’t you think?