You might think the stories in this book would feel like a break, but they don’t.

Penny Century  collects work from Jaime Hernandez from the great Love and Rockets hiatus: from right after the end of the first comics series (in 1996) through 2002, just after the start of the second series. One might assume that the first series ended because the creators — Jaime and his brother Gilbert — wanted to shake the status quo up, and try different things.

But, for the evidence here, that wasn’t true on the Jaime side of the book: what he did immediately afterward was Whoa, Nellie!, a short graphic novel about the cluster of his usual characters connected to the world of women’s wrestling, and then immediately after the single-issue “Maggie and Hopey Color Fun Special,” starring his two most central and popular characters. (And then the solo series Penny Century, which focused slightly more on the title character, as this book does.)

Of course, these days — twenty years later — we just see Penny Century as the fourth collection reprinting Jaime’s Locas stories. There’s no break, and we don’t expect there to be one. Maggie and Hopey reunited at the end of the previous volume, which means…they’re mostly still living separate lives in different places in this book.

Jaime Hernandez might be a romantic in some ways — he does write great stories about the ways people love each other — but not the way we usually mean that term. Maggie and Hopey lived together, and had a relationship, for a short time when they were both very young, and have been separated for a good decade at this point. In fiction, we tend to assume that means they’re “meant” for each other, and that they’ll be deeply in love when they meet. But in a real world, it just means they each once was a different person, and those people were close.

And let’s not forget that one of the core traits of all of Jaime’s major characters — from Maggie to Doyle, from Ray D. to Speedy, from Hopey to Izzy — is that they all find ways to doubt and sabotage themselves. (The one singular exception is Penny Century, maybe because she resolutely refuses to be Beatriz Garcia, the person she would sabotage. That also makes her the most surface-y of Jaime’s characters, with quirks like repeatedly running away from her billionaire husband and wishing for superpowers substituting for more substantial flaws.)

That’s made clearer than ever in two of the long stories towards the end of this book: “The Race,” a Maggie dream sequence focusing on her worries and inadequacies, and “Everybody Loves Me, Baby,” the flashback-filled story of Maggie’s marriage and divorce to a guy from the old punk days. That self-destructive impulse may be most obvious, and most pervasive, in Maggie, but maybe that’s just because she’s the central character.

If you want to be really reductive, Locas is the story of people making choices — often without even realizing it was a choice — that turn out badly in the long run. Not genre fiction badly — real world badly. Like missing a step here and missing a step there and finding yourself older than you thought and without any of the things you thought you wanted. That’s where Jaime’s characters live: in that feeling, in that world.

They’re happy enough, like any of us: that’s what life is like. And Jaime Hernandez is one of the best at showing that feeling, that kind of life: his people feel like friends we’ve known all our lives, or like ourselves. Penny Century collects an era that’s not talked about a lot — not like “The Death of Speedy” for a decade before or the “Browntown” from a decade later — but it shows those people in the middle of those lives in all of their glory. And, as always, he draws like a dream.

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It’s a welcome surprise to see a story wrap up in two books. Oh, there are still single-volume stories, even in these fallen days. But anything that goes longer than that seems to stretch on forever, or at least to go much longer than anyone expected when it began.

Not here, though.

Knife’s Edge  is the second half of the historical adventure graphic novel that began in Compass South ; the story began in the first book and conclusively ends here. Everything is wrapped up, all of the details mean something, and it ends the way Oscar Wilde said fiction should.

It may seem like faint praise to single out writer Hope Larson and artists Rebecca Mock for actually ending their story well the way they said it would, but it really isn’t: endings are much harder than beginnings. And doing it in a thematically appropriate way — this story is about a set of tween twins in 1859, and I won’t spoil all of the doublings and dual roles in the series — is even better.

We begin with a flashback, which may be confusing: I didn’t realize it was a flashback at first. But then Cleo and Alex Dodge’s father is shanghaied, and we all realize where we are. They were reunited with their father at the end of Compass South [1], and now they’re learning the backstory: who their mysterious mother and father are, since Mr. Dodge is not actually their father by blood. (Though he’s raised them since infancy.)

The twins are in possession of a compass and knife that, together, are the key to finding a lost pirate treasure, somewhere in the far South Pacific. And they are on a ship whose captain is willing to help search for that treasure, for a cut of it. But the pirates are not all safely dead with their treasures, and the antagonists from the first book come back with a faster ship and an eye for vengeance.

Before Knife’s Edge is over, we’ll have thrilling stern chases at sea, foot chases through a bustling town, sword training and fights, shipwrecks and betrayals, surprising allies and enemies, and a climactic visit to that treasure trove that will solve all of the plot complications in a moment.

We also have a very preliminary, tentative love story, though only for Cleo — there are very few women on board ships in the mid-19th century, so Alex will have to wait until he’s on the right shore.

It’s all presented in mostly bright, colorful art by Mock, using chapter heads and pages with wide white margins for a classic adventure-story feel. The people are real and historically honest; Cleo pushes against what a woman’s supposed to do in her time without being a superwoman, and she gets treated in complicated ways by the men around her — because she’s twelve on top of everything else.

Knife’s Edge doesn’t just end the story of Compass South; it ends that story well, which is more important. This series will mostly been seen in school and local libraries in the YA section, but it’s worth seeking out for adults who like historical adventures — it’s not quite swashbuckling, because it’s more realistic than that, but it does have excellent adventure and intrigue on the high seas.

[1] Not to give anything away, but there’s a nicely matching similar scene, with somewhat different characters at the end of this book.

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Any place with mysterious secrets has a backstory, by definition. And, the longer the creators take to roll out that backstory, the more convoluted and detailed it gets, with flashbacks and strange characters from the past and previously unknown giant mountains that are retroactively declared to have always been right over there.

Lumberjanes is full of secrets, at least at this point. (I’m running several years behind; maybe all the secrets have been answered and the comic is all-friendship-all-the-time now. But I doubt it.) Issues 14 through 17 of the comic, originally published in 2015 and collected the next year as Lumberjanes, Vol. 4: Out of Time , has most of the stuff I somewhat sarcastically described in that first paragraph and more.

It also has a lot of all-friendship-all-the-time, since that’s the core of the series. There’s even a boy who gets in on the friendship, at least some of the time, possibly because he doesn’t feel quite at home with full-on boyishness. Whether all-friendship-all-the-time is available to male-identified persons is still an open question at this point.

If you’re not familiar with Lumberjanes, I can direct you to my posts on the previous three books: one and two and three . They’re probably not the very worst explanations of Lumberjanes online, at least.

But I do have to repeat, as I have every time I’ve written about Lumberjanes, that this is a series about young women (some people might call them girls) and their friendships. I am not now, and have never been a young woman, and I’ve been known to be grumpy about friendships.

So Lumberjanes is cute and positive and full of lovely art and smart and inclusive (of female persons) and adventurous and has interesting Deep Secrets that are being gradually revealed, but it’s a book for young women and the adults those young women grew into. I like it, and I think Lumberjanes is happy enough that people like me like it, but that’s not why it’s here.

That is fine. That is better than fine; too much of the history of art has been made for people very much like me, and is still made for people like me today. What I’m saying is that you might want to get a female person’s take on Lumberjanes. For just one example, can I point you to Johanna Draper Carlson , who is also much more up-to-date on reading all things Lumberjanes than I am?

Lumberjanes, as always, is written by Noelle Stevenson and Shannon Watters, and all of the art here is by regular series artist Brooke Allen. There are also now a couple of novels written by Mariko Tamaki for those of you allergic to the comics format but still possessed with a burning desire to experience the glory that is Lumberjanes.

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If you can read the stories of a whole bunch of women pioneers — such as the ones in the book I’m about to discuss — without being at least a little bit annoyed at men in general, frankly there’s something wrong with you.

And you can take “men in general” as expansively as you want, o dudes who insist “man” is always and ever a perfectly good word to mean “humanity.” There’s enough shittiness and negativity in the world for at least two genders.

But damn did every single advance for women come because a woman demanded it, fought for it, and faced down multiple men who insisted that not only shouldn’t she do that, it was physically impossible for her to do it, so she should just go back her knitting and housekeeping.

(And if I hear a single “not all men,” I’m going to smack you so hard. Nothing is all anything, you bozos.)

On the other hand, reading a bunch of stories like these is also energizing — sure, a lot of horrible people tried to stop nearly every woman in the book, but horrible people are ubiquitous (insert reference to the political figure of your choice here), but every one of these women did the thing they’re known for, despite that opposition.

So, yeah, people in general are the worst, but some individual people are the best — that’s the story of humanity from the beginning.

Penelope Bagieu has thirty individual stories to tell in Brazen — all individual people, all women, and generally of the best. (There are some debatable candidates here, like the awesome but also pretty bloody Wu Zetian, Empress of China.)

Each story gets a title page, a three-to-seven page comic (nine-panel grid) telling the story of her life in as much detail necessary for the story Bagieu has in mind, and then a lovely two-page spread, more evocative than purely illustrative, of the essence of what make that woman great.

The comics are good: text-heavy, but snappy and quick-moving, setting the scene for each of these women in their very different places and times. But those spreads are even better: if there was a gallery show of them, I’d want to go to see them large and in person.

Bagieu casts a wide net here, from modern US and Europe (Giorgina Reid, Betty Davis — yes, that’s the correct spelling, it’s not the woman you’re thinking of — Tove Jansson, Christine Jorgensen, Temple Grandin, Jesselyn Radack, Katia Krafft) to slightly more historical figures from the same places (the amazingly kick-ass Nellie Bly, Hedy Lamarr [1], Clementine Delait, Margaret Hamilton, Josephina van Gorkum, Delia Akeley) to women from further afield in time and space (Nzinga, Lozeb, Wu Zetian, Agnodice, Leymah Gbowee, Sonita Alizadeh). Unless you have really eclectic knowledge and tastes, some of them — maybe a lot of them — will be unfamiliar to you, which is a big plus.

Every story taught me something I didn’t know, which may say more about me than the book. Every one was zippy and fun: Bagieu is focusing on women who succeeded at something. (No Joan of Arc here, for example — the closest thing to a martyr is Las Mariposas, three rebel sisters from the Dominican Republic in the 1950s.)

It’s all true, it’s all good comics, Bagieu’s closing spreads for each woman are wonderfully iconic, and you might learn something, too. Brazen is a total win all around.

[1] True story: recently, in a work meeting, the ice-breaker question was “What Hollywood star, past or present, would you want to have dinner with?” I was having trouble thinking of anyone until I remembered Hedy: she was my easy choice.

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The parade of odd would-be world-conquerors continues in this collection of Squirrel Girl’s exploits — I almost said “latest collection,” but I’m still running almost two years behind, so it’s not. She hasn’t turned grimdark in the meantime, has she? That would be sad.

Anyway, in the five issues from late 2016 collected in (deep breath) The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl, Vol. 5: Like I’m the Only Squirrel in the World  (exhale), our intrepid Squirrel Girl, Doreen Green, spends three issues battling a supervillain who breaks apart into smaller versions of himself when punched — something which makes it very difficult for the heroes of the Marvel Universe to apply their usual problem-solving heuristic [1] to.

Doreen occasionally uses other solutions to problems — oh, she can punch, too, she wouldn’t last long in a Marvel comic if she couldn’t — so this becomes her problem to fix. Also, it’s her comic, but that’s pretty meta.

(By the way, this is volume five — I’ve written about the first four here and here and here and here .)

And, yes, she does save the world: that’s the point of a superhero comic. She does get some help from Ant-Man — the ex-criminal one, not the movie one, or any of the three or four dozen others — but more fun is Brain Drain, her friend/protege/sidekick/coincidentally also an ex-villain, who is a brain in a jar in a robot body and who is more nihilistic than anyone in a Marvel comic is generally allowed to be.

Well, that takes up three of the five issues collected here. What else? Doreen fights the Taskmaster — whose power of “understanding how to do something perfectly by seeing it once” is always vastly overrated, since he doesn’t actually get the superpowers to fly or shoot eyebeams or punch someone through the side of a building [2] — in an issue entirely from the point of view of her cat.

And then issue #16 is the amazing 25th anniversary celebration of Squirrel Girl. And, since it’s a big anniversary, it’s entirely taken up with a retelling of her origins…well, actually, her entire career, more or less.

It’s all fun and amusing in the Stunning Squirrel-Girl Manner, but it’s all the same kind of thing as previous Squirrel Girl stories by writer Ryan North and artist Erica Henderson. [3] It’s still somewhere in that nebulous middle ground between “like a normal Marvel comic, only funny and not entirely serious” and “science and girl power for parents and their pre-teens,” and it does manage to avoid any crossover events that might have been cluttering up its universe at the time.

It’s just more of the same: that’s what I’m saying. If you liked it before, you’ll probably like the reprise. But, at some point, you might want to hear a different song. [4]

[1] Is opponent attacking? Then punch.
Is opponent resting? Then declaim.
Is opponent defeated? Then monologue about justice.

[2] Squirrel Girl defeats him because she has a tail, which he can’t replicate, and that would be cool if we didn’t see him on previous pages fighting Hulk (superstrong), Iron Man (flies, shoots force beams), Spider-Man (shoots webs), and Ms. Marvel (stretches), every single one of whom can do at least one thing Taskmaster cannot replicate. But none of them is the star of this comic, which is Doreen’s real superpower.

[3] Thought I was going to forget to mention then, didn’t you?

[4] HA! I may be overly optimistic here: eighty years of superhero comics, and the neckbeards are still obsessed with their one song.

Reposted from The Antick Musings of G.B.H. Hornswoggler, Gent.

I debated whether to categorize this post as “Horror.” At the moment, I haven’t, but maybe I’ll change my mind as type. Let’s see how that goes.

Fran Krause has been making a comic called Deep Dark Fears  online called 2012, working from the submitted worries and fears of mostly anonymous contributors. (He’s also an animation teacher at Calarts.)

There have been two collections of the strip — the first one was Deep Dark Fears (unsurprisingly) in 2015, and a second book, The Creeps , came out in 2017. I’ve been reading the strip for a few years — I’m not sure exactly how long — but I missed the first book, and just read the second.

Each comic is generally four panels in a grid, with text underneath each panel — he’s illustrating the fear, in something like the words it was submitted to him.

And everything here was the worst fear of at least one person in at least one moment — something that person needed to share right then, when prompted. Not all of it was scary to me, not all of it will be scary to you — and none of it is designed to outright frighten you. There are no jump scares here, no fake-outs. Krause is illustrating things that other people are scared of…and seeing that, or thinking about that, may turn your mind down those paths.

So the title is is a good choice: these are comics more likely to “creep you out,” to make you feel uneasy, to make you think, than to actually on-purpose frighten you.

The Creeps also includes a couple of longer stories, also based on fears and stories about fears from contributors. They’re laid out with more flair, taking advantage of the full book page here. (I suspect the format of Deep Dark Fears is partly driven by how the individual panels will appear on various social platforms, especially on mobile. [1])

Krause has a simplified but sophisticated art style for these stories: people have dot eyes, limbs are close to rubber-hose quality, ears and noses are mostly geometric shapes with blocks of color, and backgrounds tend to be minimally sketched. He pulls it all together with blocks of subdued colors — I think primarily watercolor, and occasionally has a larger page-like structure underlying the four panels — but, usually, they’re designed so each one can stand alone in a string. (And, in fact the book plays with that: sometimes having two strips on facing pages, sometimes having one strip on the right and the title on the left, and sometimes running one strip across a spread, two panels on each side.)

Deep Dark Fears is an interesting and diverse crowdsourced comic, focused by Krause’s art, his selective eye, and the relatively narrow subject matter. It has the pared-down simplicity of the best comics or Zen koans, a sense that these are the fewest, most precise words to express this particular feeling. And it is quite likely to give you The Creeps.

[1] Can I be a Luddite for a second and mention that mobile has blown up a lot of good, sophisticated design on the web? There’s no going back, since you have to go where the users are, but a desktop window is a better platform for many media — any video with a decent quality, long-form text, comics with any kind of page design, etc. — than a mobile screen is. Oh, well — grump, grump.

Reposted from The Antick Musings of G.B.H. Hornswoggler, Gent.