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MARTHA THOMASES: Daddy’s Home

MARTHA THOMASES: Daddy’s Home

My husband really liked the column I did on Mothers’ Day (Brilliant Disguise #4). My stepmother also liked it. As a result, I feel a huge amount of pressure this week, as Fathers’ Day approaches.

Perhaps this is as it should be. Fathers, at least in literature, exert pressure. So do mothers, but fathers are much more stern about it, and send out much more of a mixed message. Zeus’ father ate him, for crying out loud. Jesus’ father sent him to die for our sins. Lear punished the only daughter who dared to tell him the truth. Jor-El proved his love by sending his son a universe away.

Fathers are stern. Fathers are cruel but fair. Fathers are distant. Tony Soprano? Please. Even today, on television, the best father, on Everybody Hates Chris, proves his love by working so many jobs he’s only home long enough to sleep and offer a bit of advice, if he’s lucky. In comics, the kindly fathers (or father figures) of Ben Parker and Thomas Wayne are all dead, inspiration only or motive for revenge. Jonathan Kent is the exception that proves the rule, depending on which continuity you’re in.

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A June tune to make you swoon

A June tune to make you swoon

Sooner or later our ComicMix columns will be on automatic front-page accessibility.  Until then, I’ll be here just about every Sunday to round ’em up for you:

And congrats to Mellifluous Mike Raub on reaching his Big ComicMix Broadcast #50 and beyond!:

Now back to my own never-ending catchup…

MARTHA THOMASES: Gangster of Love

MARTHA THOMASES: Gangster of Love

This may come as something of a shock, but tomorrow night is the last episode of The Sopranos.

Now, I’m not the world’s most dedicated fan. I came late to the party, not tuning in regularly until the second season. I tend to be suspicious of critical darlings, afraid they might be uplifting and good for me, or depressing and bleak. However, in this case, my husband and my son were both enthusiastic, I recognized the name of creator David Chase from The Rockford Files, and so, one night, I didn’t get out of my chair when the distinctive theme song came on.

It would be nice if I could say that I was hooked on the brilliant acting, the profound scripts, even the incredibly realistic portrait of middle-class values in New Jersey. That would be a lie. I tuned in to watch Michael Imperioli, because I thought he was really cute.

Over the years, though, I got sucked in. Watching these characters week in and week out (not counting the breaks that lasted over a year) helped me to identify with them. No, I’m not part of organized crime, but I, too, tend to offer my loved ones food when they come to tell me about their problems. I’m not a hired killer, but I’ve been angry enough to want to take someone out to the woods and leave them there.

Serial fiction, like soap opera, comics and Harry Potter books, are especially good at enmeshing the audience with the cast of characters. What The Sopranos has done so well with the form is to take people who are evil, who kill and steal, and make them so mundanely human.

When I read a Superman comic every week, I feel like I’m spending time with a friend I’ve known since I was five years old. He’s in the media in a major media market, probably knows a bunch of the same people I know. Bruce Wayne has a penthouse in midtown, and is a big part of the city’s party circuit, a beat I’ve covered. The Legion of Super-Heroes is like a big dorm, and I lived in dormitories through high school and college.

So, even extremely unrealistic comic book characters present no challenge to me. I can bond with them no matter how inane nor how two-dimensional the writing. Even though they have super-powers (or at least super-human self-discipline), I can find things in common that make it possible for me to relate to them.

But Tony Soprano? He lives in (gasp!) New Jersey! He works in a strip club. Both of those things put me off, even before we get to the guns and the beatings. Carmella wears a lot of make-up, has lunch with her lady friends a lot, and seems to care about jewelry. These are not qualities common to my friends or me. How do I relate?

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Beat the heat and read

Beat the heat and read

This little homebody has had enough of running around in The City.  Sometimes you just have to stay home and collapse before facing another workweek, and what better way to relax than with another reading of some fine ComicMix columns?:

And some listening to Mellifluous Mike Raub‘s most recent podcasts?:

And by phrasing everything in the form of a question?

MARTHA THOMASES: Last Man Standing

MARTHA THOMASES: Last Man Standing

When I was a teenager, the environment of my hometown became poisonous. To save me, my parents sent me to an alien environment that seemed to be a universe away, filled with people so different from me they might have been a different species altogether. No one knew anything about my home, nor about my people’s civilization and customs. Instead, I had to hide my true self until I understood how I fit in and what I had to offer the strangers with whom I lived.

No, I’m not Supergirl. I understand how you could be confused, because the resemblance is striking. However, I did find myself in a similar situation to Kara Zor-El. Instead of being a Kryptonian from Argo City sent in a rocket ship to Earth, I was a Jew from Ohio sent to an Episcopalian boarding school in Connecticut. Instead of being part of the majority as I was at my public school in Youngstown (there were so few kids in class during the High Holy Days that they could bring comics to school!), I had to go to chapel five times a week while the priest swung incense.

Many of my classmates had never seen a Jew before. Others, more worldly, would say things to me like, “You’re from Ohio? I have a friend in Wyoming. Do you know her?” For the first time in my life, I wasn’t part of the majority culture. I learned what it was like to be a minority.

There’s a lot to be learned from the majority culture.  Not the least of it is learning where you, as a minority, fit in. You learn your place. You learn how to get by. You learn another point of view, that of the majority.  That’s what taught in school. That’s what you see on television and in movies.

If you’re lucky, you take your experience as a minority and use it to understand how other minorities feel. You know what it’s like to be on the outside, looking in. In my case, as a Midwestern Jew, I could imagine how it would feel to be African-American, or gay, or Asian. I could take my own experience as a minority to imagine the experience of people who were other kinds of minorities.

Fiction helps. For example, when I read Amy Tan’s The Joy-Luck Club, I read about a society where, no matter what you did for your parents, it wasn’t enough, and that it was more important in a marriage to find a husband with money than with imagination. I was convinced that being Chinese felt just like being Jewish.

Comics help even more, if only because they are produced more quickly than novels. In The Legion of Super-Heroes, we can see how Chameleon can shape change to fit in – but chooses not to. Princess Projectra tried to hide her snake form at first, but learned to exult in it. The theme of three X-Men movies has been a metaphor for the dangers of the closet, of hiding your true self to pass for straight or, in this case, non-mutant.

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A memorable week

A memorable week

Hope you’re having a terrific Memorial Day weekend, at least in the US; readers from elsewhere in the world must content themselves with, we hope, lovely spring or fall weather.  Regardless, what better way to while away a lszy Sunday than with a week of ComicMix columns?:

Of course, for your listening pleasure we present Mellifluous Mike Raub‘s most recent podcasts:

Hope your memories of this weekend are happy ones!

MARTHA THOMASES: Summer of Love

MARTHA THOMASES: Summer of Love

It is traditional to see Memorial Day as the unofficial beginning of summer.  Entertaining blockbuster movies open, people who rent summer homes start their weekend commutes, beaches open, and the more enlightened workplaces close early on Fridays.  It is nearly as traditional for newspaper editors to write essays decrying the fact that people “celebrate” a holiday that was started to honor the memory of those who lost their lives defending our country in wartime.

Throughout the history of literature, war has been glorified and those who fought have been lauded more than those who resisted. Graphic storytelling is no exception.  Throughout World War II, when many comics sold in the millions of copies per title, war comics and other stories where the good guys trashed the evil Axis were favorites. 

The Fifties continued in this vein, with a few ripples in the undercurrent.  Harvey Kurtzman’s Two-Fisted Tales showed that war might be more than glory.  At the same time in other parts of popular culture, the Hollywood witch-hunts, searching for Communists under ever bed, inspired brilliant science fiction and fantasy, as creators tried to tell their story through metaphor.  The Twilight Zone, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, The Day the Earth Stood Still – all are more profound entertainments because of the complexities of the time.

By the Sixties, everything you ever knew was wrong.  The civil rights movement, the war – and the draft – affected everyone and everything.  It was a fabulous time for pop culture.  Top 40 radio played Frank Sinatra, Stevie Wonder, the Beatles, Jimi Hendrix, the Jefferson Airplane, all jumbled together like jambalaya.  Events like the Woodstock Festival made clear that topical issues were interconnected, that poverty, racism, sexism, homophobia and environmental destruction were the results of what happens when violence and capitalism are out of control. Underground comix made the scene, and the people who made comics were an honored part of the counter-cultural art scene.  They made comics that were completely unlike the heroic fantasies that were popular before.

That’s the basis for where we are today, pop culturally speaking.  In between, the people who sell entertainment for a living got a lot more savvy, and blurred the lines between rebellion and consumption. Want to save Africa?  Buy a phone.  You say you want a revolution?  We’ve got the car for you.

My best friend lost her brother in Viet Nam, and that was horrible.  Richard was smart and funny and would have served his country much better if he’d stayed home, worked at a job, amused his friends and had a family.  There are tens of millions of people with similar memories, and our current administration is doing all that they can to ensure that people will continue to mourn for generations.

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Our weekly haul

Our weekly haul

By the time this posts I should be nearing my comic shop (which I’m visiting for the first time in ages) to pick up the last couple weeks’ worth of comics, so why not treat y’all to the last week of ComicMix columns first?:

And crank up that MP3 player for Mellifluous Mike Raub‘s most recent podcasts:

That should keep us all pretty busy for awhile!

MARTHA THOMASES: Hey, Kids! Comics!

MARTHA THOMASES: Hey, Kids! Comics!

Once a week, I volunteer in the pediatric department of a local hospital. I teach knitting to kids and caregivers. I’d like to say I do this because I’m a spiritual person, more evolved than you – better, in fact – but that’s not true. I do it because it’s the best part of my week, and whatever problems I might have in my adult life disappear when I spend a few hours with these kids. It gives me a chance to talk about color and texture and sheep instead of war and money and politics.

Because I go to the hospital on Wednesdays, I stop on the way at the local comic book near the subway for my weekly fix. The subway ride is long enough to read at least one book, and sometimes I get uptown early enough to sit in a playground and read more, weather permitting.

For the past few months, when I’ve bought a Simpsons comic or the Jonny DC Legion series, I’ve given them away at the hospital. Again, this isn’t altruism, but efficiency. There are enough comics in my apartment without adding any extras.

I’d give them all away, but most comics are too serialized to give away at random, and it is not my wish to see these kids in the hospital every week. It would be better for them to get better and go home. And I’m not giving a kid Garth’s Wormwood, no matter what.

This may surprise you, but children are excited to get comics. They like them. Even in a room filled with computers and video games and flat screen televisions (and flowers and get well cards and relatives), kids put down what they’re doing and start leafing through the pages, looking at the colorful pictures.

For more than twenty years, those of us who love comics have insisted that the medium is one that can support great literature and complex ideas. We’re right. We’ve said “Comics aren’t just for kids,” and that’s true. Just as prose can be written for different audiences, graphic storytelling can reach many different audiences and tastes.

And yet, for some reason, a lot of people think that comics shouldn’t be for kids. I’m not just talking about the arts police, the ones who think every kind of entertainment needs a rating and a warning sticker. When I worked at a major comics publisher, my boss (who was a vice-president of marketing) once explained to me how the company would make plenty of money if no kid ever bought another comic, and our audience was exclusively males in the prized 18-to-25 demographic.

Even those who aren’t in it for the money often think that comics for kids aren’t necessary. In the early days of the direct market, when there were suddenly all kinds of comics for all kinds of niche tastes (“The Good Old Days”), I would often go to a local store with my toddler son. I’d buy a variety of comics, including a fair number of independents, but the emphasis for me has always been super-heroes. The clerk would sneer at me as he added up the prices on the colorful covers. “I don’t read this crap,” he would say. “I prefer the more challenging literature. Like Love and Rockets.”

No disrespect meant to Los Bros Hernandez, whose work I admire greatly, but I don’t find them to be the ultimate literary expression available to humanity (nor do they, I suspect). And why should I feel defensive about my purchases? It’s no surprise to me that this store is no longer in business. The stores that survive in the competitive Manhattan market are the ones that understand that all kinds of customers enjoy all kinds of comics.

Even these good comic book stores have relatively few comics for kids. American publishers aren’t publishing them. Manga is great, but there’s an awful lot of it, with lots of extended stories, and it’s hard for a newbie to jump in without a guide.

Comics may not be just for kids anymore, but do we have to shut them out?

Writer and creator of Marvel Comics’ Dakota North and contributor to their Epic Illustrated, Martha Thomases also has toiled for such publishers as DC Comics and NBM before becoming Media Queen of ComicMix.com.

A mother of a week

A mother of a week

Friday the 13th done fall on a Sunday this month, so we’re off to celebrate Mom’s Day with family members.  But first, here’s our round-up of regular weekly columns, now including our weekend regulars:

Don’t forget to check out the debut column from Ric Meyers, DVD Xtra #1: The Thai’s have it, and of course our regular weekly podcasts, courtesy of Mellifluous Mike Raub:

Happy Mother’s Day, everybody!