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Quite a number of gems in this Sunday interview. People watch Meet the Press, Face the Nation, and whatever other Sunday morning news talk program, I read Spurgeon’s Sunday interview.
VENDITTI: The thing about Chris’s [Staros] style that I really appreciate is he doesn’t try to turn your story into his story. Instead, he finds out what it is you’re trying to say, and he points out the places where you drop the ball, or maybe aren’t saying it as clearly as you think. You can’t ask for much more from an editor than that.
If there is another thing that I study the hell out of when I’m working on putting something together is the editors I like and what they do, because that is a job I’d like to understand better. The fortunate thing about comics in terms of other forms of publishing is how small it is, chances are you’ve read an editors’ work so you have some idea what they’re into. Chris Staros likes cerebral, quirky work that is grounded in character, Scott Allie likes horror (Hellboy, Buffy), Robert Kirkman and Image like high concept but decompressed storytelling about people, Will Dennis at Vertigo likes crime noir.
The discussion on the use of color is another intriguing bit:
SPURGEON: Another thing that kind of leaps out is the use of color: limited at times, wildly expressive and kind of swirling at others. How would you describe what you’re attempting with the color there — or if that’s not you, what the book achieves by these shifts in approach?
VENDITTI: One of the things I’ve learned from the artists I’ve worked with is how important color can be to storytelling. Coming from a non-comics background and starting out with more traditional mainstream fare, that wasn’t something that was immediately obvious to me. All of the comics I read in the beginning had coloring styles that were based in realism, so that was the way I tended to think. It wasn’t until I started working for Top Shelf and started reading more indie comics that I realized the extent of the possibilities. Which isn’t to say that there isn’t a time and place for realistic coloring; there absolutely is. It just doesn’t always have to be that way.
More than anything, the coloring in The Homeland Directive establishes the mood in each scene, but it also reinforces the subtext. During the scenes in the Oval Office, Mike uses a hazy gray coloring scheme, which supports the political tone — after all, politics isn’t as black and white as politicians would like us to believe. During more action-oriented scenes, he goes heavy on red to bolster the violence taking place.
I don’t really think about color that much besides every day stuff and the normal coloring, but this is an interesting point, because I feel like if I did try that it would be doing something I dislike—micromanaging.
There are even more gems from this piece, especially regarding Venditti’s book The Homeland Directive, which I have not read, but it sounds exactly like my kind of thing. The question involved is government monitoring people, that kind of rends the point of a show like Person of Interest mute:
I was on a commercial flight flying into Philadelphia on the first anniversary of 9/11. There ended up being an incident during the flight, where a passenger was being disruptive. Things escalated, and two plainclothes air marshals decided to arrest the passenger and spend the remaining 45 minutes of the flight guarding the cockpit with their guns drawn. All of this happened less than ten feet from me. When I tell you one of the air marshals had his gun pointed right over my wife’s head, I’m not exaggerating in the least. The thing is, though, in my opinion, the air marshals acted appropriately. Like I said, this was the first anniversary of 9/11, and we were flying into one of the most target-rich cities in the country. They did what they felt they had to do to keep us safe.
The next morning, the incident was all over the news. Several passengers had spoken out, saying how terrified they were, making it sound like the air marshals were waving their guns all around the cabin. It made me wonder: If the same events had taken place, but there hadn’t been any air marshals to arrest the disruptive passenger, then those same people might’ve complained that they were terrified that a passenger could engage in disruptive behavior on a commercial flight and no one was there to stop it. “What if that passenger had been a terrorist?” and so on.
Now add to that a second layer of contradiction, where the freedoms we fight so hard for in the face of government intervention, we often give away willingly for the sake of something as simple as convenience. In The Homeland Directive, the government doesn’t use satellites or cameras on street corners. There are no listening devices in bedside lamps or homing beacons under the bumpers of cars. They don’t need them. There is already so much self-induced surveillance going on. Whether it’s Facebook or smartphones or credit cards or prepaid electronic toll devices… we already leave a digital record of just about everything we do. Not because we have to, but because we choose to. Because it makes life easier.
These contradictions must be terribly frustrating for the people we entrust and elect to deal with the issue of public safety. I’m not passing judgment or assessing blame. I tweet from my iPhone while I’m zipping through the tollbooth just like everyone else does. Okay, maybe I’m not that bad, but you see what I mean. I don’t know what the answer is here. I’m just aware there’s a question.
Exactly, the government doesn’t need to monitor us, we do it willingly. I’m doing it right now and it is based around the question of trying to reach a higher audience, or showing who I am to get others to care about what interests me. Is any of this a valid exercise or is it all an ego trip? A cry for help? I don’t know, but I didn’t make one single touch of human contact this weekend. I spoke to a lot of people on the phone, said “thanks” to the clerk at the Duane Reade who just checked out my double-doucer of Stella and my pretzels and went home to watch Cowboys & Aliens, and I spoke to you all.
There’s alot to take away from this interview including the bullshit that is the concept of a brand identity and the important lesson is: don’t quit your day job.
VENDITTI: I do still work for Top Shelf, though I’m not full-time anymore. The way the day breaks down, I work on whatever needs to be done at any given moment. Sometimes that’s a script I’m writing, and other times it’s something for Top Shelf. I’m always multitasking, unless I’m behind the Top Shelf booth at a convention, and someone comes up to buy one of my books. Then it’s synergy!
It’d be hard to explain just how important my job at Top Shelf has been to my career as a writer. Aside from the obvious benefits like having them publish my first book, there are so many intangibles, too. One I’d like to stress, though, something that might not occur to most people, is that when you’re in the early stages of your career as a writer — and I like to think that’s where I am — it pays to have a day job. I have a family, and they deserve a good life, so knowing the bills are paid takes a ton of pressure off. And it has kept me from ever taking a writing job because I had to put food on the table.
A great interview, thanks alot Rob and Tom.
Crush alert: This is Elizabeth Meriweather, creator of New Girl. Here are some out-of-context lines from her show that I’ve been obsessively watching this weekend, because I’ve been drinking alone:
“Put on my ‘mono.”
“Are you sheep dogging her?”
“Bishop in a turtleneck.”
“What gut?”
“The little pouch where you keep your extra cookies.”
“I feel like Nick is not honoring the Feeling Stick.”
“They shorten every word to one syllable. He once called an oven, ‘ovs’.”
“It’s about to get Bubonic in here, because we’re going to…The Plague.”
“I’m a warrior poet.”
Alright, I’ll stop.
From Francis Manapul’s blog:
Flash #5 brings to a close our first story arc with the book. Here’s a selection of pages from the issue to entice you to go out and grab it if you still haven’t.
Did anyone notice the ice chunks with Captain Colds foot prints on the title double pager? :)
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Just a little creators commentary on this issue. I’m actually quite surprised that most folks didn’t realize that the foot prints on the ice in the title spread didn’t register to some folks that it’s Captain Colds. If you track the art in the story, on page 3 you’ll notice that Captain Cold left behind quite a trail. In the 2nd and last panel panel (the image that is framing the page) you’ll see that ice is wrapping around the rocks which Captain Cold used to walk down the rock (which you see some other inmates are using to escape, but some are slipping :) . In pages 4-5 which has flash running through ice chunks which captain cold used to walk to land. Lastly on page 6 last panel you’ll see some ice chunks drifting to shore. We needed to show that Captain Cold escaped Iron Heights in this issue, however with a lot of stuff to wrap up in the arc, we simply had no room. So I thought sprinkling evidence of his escape route in the background and in some cases right on the title, I thought would do the job. Anyways, that’s about it, just wanted to add some insight into the thought process of the storytelling. Hope you guys enjoyed the issue.
One of the things that I love about this run is the Eisner-style title credits. You can see it to some extent in the third picture of this slideshow. This effect was something Will Eisner founded in which the title of the story are a part of the action in the panel. In this case, the title for the arc and the character are spelled out over the ice that is shattering underneath the Flash’s foot falls. That’s something that not many artists pull off, or even really try, but really I always appreciate the hell out of it. The previous example of this could be seen in Darwyn Cooke’s The Spirit, one particular moment is the Spirit is being carried through the desert by, I’m forgetting the character’s name, and their shadows spell out the title credits of the story. Here’s another example of Cooke doing it.
I’m leaving New York City in June, to go home to Lake Placid and begin a new adventure so for the next 130+ days, I’m going to take a photo per day to commemorate these last days. I know, I’m a sappy guy. The idea came off a thing Xtop is currently doing. Some days there will be more than one photo but the idea is to take at least one every day. I’ll mostly be updating the photos here, I don’t want to spam y’all every day. That’s annoying.
Bitch, you went to Salon last night; how in the werrrlldddd did you get in? I called Johnnie and he said I totally know Aberdeen at the door and if you give him a hando, he’ll let you in. I replied, in kind, “Muffburger! What kind of Road Person do you think I am?” He said something untoward and not for the golden ears of this here over ninety crowd that is sharing this fine underground trailer. So what did I do? You threatened him with castration? No. I just slipped him a fifskie when I got to the door. A fifskie? What is this the 1930s? Shut up, tampon, SO I get into Salon and fucking Jared is at the bar. Scandal. He’s got his perm all poofed up and I slide in and order a Schlitz, he’s all—you know. Yeah. We get into it and then he decides he’s going to pour his BUD FUCKING LIGHT down my grandmas. What did you do? To say the bare minimum, they are still trying to un-clog Salon’s toilets.
Josh Schwartz and Chris Fedak, creators of Chuck, talk about the series finale at Google. I’m so sad that the show is ending tonight. It’s right there with Friday Night Lights as one of my favorites in the last couple of years. At the end of every episode I couldn’t help but say, “I just love it.” I realized a while ago that the reason why I love it so much is it reminds me so much of my childhood favorite show, Get Smart, which if you don’t know is about this bumbling spy and his kick-ass partner. The show is just pure fun and I’m sad to see it end.
Ben Morse at The Cool Kids Table on “Should Have Beens: The Ray.” Ray Terrill is one of my favorite characters growing up, and the character that first introduced me to the work of Joe Quesada. Ben is totally right, the character was ahead of his time. Unfortunately.
What does it say about a person when they are riding on the subway and seeing something saying, “That is blog-worthy,” or Twitter-worthy, or any other social network…worthy?
Earlier today, I saw a little girl wearing an Alaskan Malamute head for a hat. The sides of the hat, what must have been sheared off the shoulders of this dog, dangled down to this little girl’s shoulders. Otherwise, she was dressed like any other girl in January, besides the Malamute head. I couldn’t help but stare in horror. She barked at me and I thought to myself, This is going on my blog if I survive this. How did this girl, she couldn’t have been older than seven having obviously been raised by wolves, end up on the Flatbush 5 train bound for Manhattan? She barked again. I took out my cell-phone, snapping a photo of her. And yeah she pulled a knife in reaction and slowly tried to go for me. I got right up and as I was backing away she started snarling at me and I started taking more pictures as I had every intention of luring her to the median between cars and pushing over the divider. Because I’m a savage like that. I’m an Adirondack man and I will savage you. (No, I won’t. All I could think about was putting this on my blog and how many notes I’d get as a result, amirite? But really: how sad is it that my first inclination is not abject fear at this Wild Child who is trying to cut me, but my blog). So I lure her to the median and I totally get her knife hand when she bares her RAZOR SHARP TEETH that have been filed down to little knives like shark’s teeth. She bites into my arm as I try to throw her over the divider.
A homeless guy that smells like cat feces (I would know, I have eleventeen of the little rascals) helps me with subduing this girl. He’s dressed in a Russian General’s Hat, and what looks like World War 2 fatigues. He flashes me a bright white smile full of fake teeth and he said, “I’m Captain Jack Harkness, you have ta watch yourself, Wild Children like cold dark places.” And he slips two fingers into the child’s hipbone, causing her to curl up and fall asleep right there on the car bridge. I give him my thanks and my card, which displays my title as a master of Bartitsu.
The Brooklyn Bridge in the 1980s by Steven Siegel, from “14 Amazing Photos of 1980s New York City” at Gothamist.
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