February 2012
11 posts
“To the sea I went,
my heart full sore
For the Norns, whose wrath
I would now escape;
But the lofty billows
bore me undrowned,
Till to land I came,
so I longer must live.” — Guðrúnarhvöt
my heart full sore
For the Norns, whose wrath
I would now escape;
But the lofty billows
bore me undrowned,
Till to land I came,
so I longer must live.” — Guðrúnarhvöt
FEARLESS MANTA: The music of Wolves →
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Whoa! Great write-up on WOLVES over at Fearless Mantra!
fearlessmanta:
These past couple of days, I’ve been musing over how I can keep returning to a track of music again and again, while it’s not the same for a book. At least, not with the frequency of a music track. With a story, there is a finite ending to it, everything is revealed, there is nothing more to know…. Comics, by nature of their length and easy readability (as compared to a novel) can bring a reader back again for a second read, or sometimes even a third.
But a rare comic brings you back again and again.
Like Becky Cloonan’s Wolves, which I was re-reading this week…
Self Publish or Perish →
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Martyn Pedler over interviewed myself and Box Brown about self-publishing over at Bookslut the other day! Check it out!
“Wolves” possesses an economy that makes it feel substantial rather than like shorthand. Telling a werewolf story means Cloonan doesn’t have to explain the genre rules that seeped into popular culture long ago; the black, white, and gray art uses simple techniques to quickly show shifting time; it’s full of fantastic close-ups of eyes — human and otherwise — that make narration unnecessary. The story packs more punch than many ten times the length but still: it’s just twenty-four pages. Why bother printing it? Why not just put it up online?
