I might be more likely to contribute if you didn’t send me e-mails every fifteen minutes. And if I weren’t broke.
Let’s be conservative. Say that a lifetime achievement award can only be awarded to a creator with more than twenty-five years of work in the industry. Say further that this twenty-five-year limit extends from their date of first professional publication–no fanac. Would it make sense for a list of nominees, even in a historically male-dominated field such as comics, to completely exclude women?
So, in the interest of showing up the Angoulême Grand Prix jury, I have compiled a list of women who I would hypothetically nominate for such an award:
- Rumiko Takahashi
- Ann Nocenti
- Colleen Doran
- Wendy Pini
- Carla Speed McNeil
- Kaoru Mori
- Louise Simonson
- Marie Severin
- Francoise Mouly
- Trina Robbins
- Cat Yronwode
- Jill Thompson
- Marjane Satrapi
- Aline Kominski-Crumb
- Ramona Fradon
- Alison Bechdel
- Amanda Conner
- Roberta Gregory
- Julie Doucet
- Lynda Barry
- And a heck of a lot of others I can’t come up with at the moment. Chime in with your picks.
[Image from Dimension 13; art by Trina Robbins]
Fandom, as a general rule, is a wonderful thing. It’s genuinely inspiring to see people united across lines of race, class, nationality, religion, politics, what have you in shared appreciation of a work. This isn’t to say that fandom will bring about world peace or that fen are some sort of super-race destined to rule over inferior mortals; fen are people, and like actuaries, lawyers, or forester, there are good fen and bad fen .
There is, for instance, a certain subclass of fan I will call That Guy. I’m not thinking of any one person when I talk about That Guy; rather, he’s a collection of bad fannish behaviors that I have ascribed to a fictitious character. Don’t take offence to any of this; we all need to work on this shit.
Little hypothetical. Let’s say there’s a cartoonist who’s done work in both comic strips and comic books over the years. He’s pretty good technically. And he specializes in things you like. But this cartoonist–let’s call him Hank Lo–has a problem in that his sense of humour is weirdly puerile. Earlier this year he drew a cartoon mocking a controversial variant cover for a comic book starring a female character. This got him attention, so he repeated the stunt with a few other female superheroes. Then it got boring, and we moved on. A few months later, however, one of the Big Two announced that our Mr. Lo was the main artist on one of their new books, “The Completely Amazing Bulk,” written by, let’s call him Leg Trak. In apparent celebration, Lo produces another cartoon, this one depicting a Big Two superheroine bouncing bullets off her bosoms, one of which ricochets and hits a superheroine from The Other Company (the one that’ll be publishing “Completely Amazing Bulk”) in the head. Let’s say you like Lo’s style, but frankly have reservations about his humour and don’t know if you can support such a trollish and again puerile artist. What do you do? Must you turn off your conscience to enjoy something? It’s a question whose answer I don’t know I have. [Context]
Banksy’s latest installation is “Dismaland,” a parody of Disneyland where he holds a mirror to capitalist society and forces it to argblarglebarhgghack. I had some thoughts about that:
(Note: I’d attempted to embed the tweets below, but WordPress and Twitter weren’t playing nice. I’ve Storified it in lieu of the embeds. Sorry.)