SAD: Sequential Art Disgust?
Noticed a couple threads today where posters seemed kinda down on
comics in general. In the
first
thread, Andrei Molotiu proclaims that he's tired of buying comics
that don't satisfy, which prompts others to chime in with similar
sentiments and experiences. In the
second
thread, posters discuss how the fatigue of dealing with the
oddities of the Direct Market (preordering, pamphlets, and Previews)
affected their enjoyment of the medium, eventually convincing them to
switch to trades. Normally I wouldn't have given these threads
much
thought, but some of the opinions expressed mirrored feelings I had
recently. I was in Seattle over the weekend and visited (among
other spots) Pike Place Market. One of the shops there is a
comics store, Golden Age Collectables. Walking in, I was struck
at how
cluttered the space was. Granted, they're probably trying to
maximize the return on their rent, but the cramped quarters were not
conducive to comfortable shopping. I was actually looking for a
couple books, but I didn't feel like navigating the tight aisles, so I
left.
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The entrance to
Golden Age Collectables |
The main rack of
comics at Golden Age
Collectables |
Later that day, I stopped in a Borders downtown. I was surprised
to see a spinner rack of comics near the front entrance, right by the
magazines. Unfortunately, most of the comics were in pretty poor
shape, flopping over the front of each rack section. (Now I see
why "floppies" is an apt name for individual comic books.) I also
checked out the graphic novel section. Didn't find what I was
looking for, but I did
notice that they had multiple copies of the first two volumes of
The
Comics Journal Library (Jack Kirby and Frank Miller). Forgot
to
look to see if other alt-comix publishers were represented.
Anyway, I didn't really think much about either of these brief
experiences at the time, but last night as I was lying in bed, the
thought struck me: "Comic books are weird objects." I
know--deep thought. I don't know why it occurred to me then, or
why it never occurred to me before, but suddenly the idea just seemed
so obvious: Comic books are odd products. They're flimsy
yet garish; small yet difficult-to-store; disposable yet collectible.
I don't know if any of this means I'll give up floppies. I've
grown disenchanted with comics before but eventually returned.
The last time it was mainly an issue of inconvenience: I grew
tired of making regular trips to the local comic shop. At the
time, I thought I would go cold turkey, giving up sequential art
completely, but I was lured back by the big savings of online
retailers. Originally I planned to stick to trades only, but bit
by bit I found myself seduced by the siren call of big discounts on
individual comics. Soon I had set up a regular pull list
again. And where once I had been able to maintain a self-imposed
budget, I eventually ended up a comics glutton, buying anything that
looked remotely interesting. "Oh, a collection of Wally Wood's
artwork? Well, I've always enjoyed his art, I suppose. And
what's this? A hardcover edition with 16 extra pages of art not
found in the softcover? For only twenty dollars more? Well,
that sounds reasonable, I guess..." I was like a kid with the
Sears Christmas Catalog, only now I had a steady source of income.
So what will I do now? It seems that more and more fans are
switching over to trades only. I know
Johanna
Draper Carlson has been moving more and more in that direction and
she seems pretty happy with it. Augie De Blieck Jr. has also
been
pondering
his gradual conversion to trades lately. I guess in the end my
decision won't be anything dramatic: I'm not going to give up
comics or swear off floppies completely. I'll just do what I do
whenever I get in a mood like this: Trim down the pull list and
be more selective when I put together my monthly orders.
(
Thanks to Dirk
Deppey and Shawn
Fumo for pointing out the threads mentioned at the beginning.)