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Thursday 18 April 2024

The Write Advice 195: CHRISTINE SEIFERT

 

Fiction is asking us as readers to put ourselves in the shoes of another person, and I think one could argue that there is no non-fiction that does that… Literary fiction tends to work your brain out the best and that's because literary fiction is asking you to think in ways that tend to be more complicated than genre fiction… Literary fiction asks us to think about things in ways that are far more difficult and perhaps more outside of our day-to-day understanding… What fiction does is ask us to keep an open mind for the course of an entire book, which is actually a really long time when you think about it.

 

'Reading fiction may have more benefits than you realise, particularly in the workplace' This Working Life [ABC Podcast, 11 January 2024]

 

 

 

 

 

Use the link below to read the full article published on the website of the Australian Broadcasting Corporation:

 

 

 

https://www.abc.net.au/news/2024-01-11/how-reading-can-benefit-your-career/103249632

 

 

 

 

 

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Thursday 11 April 2024

Poet of the Month 090: STEPHEN CRANE

 

 

STEPHEN CRANE, 1898
 

 

 

 

 

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A MAN WENT BEFORE A STRANGE GOD, —

THE GOD OF MANY MEN, SADLY WISE.

AND THE DEITY THUNDERED LOUDLY,

FAT WITH RAGE, AND PUFFING,

'KNEEL, MORTAL, AND CRINGE

'AND GROVEL AND DO HOMAGE

TO MY PARTICULARLY SUBLIME MAJESTY.'

 

                                        THE MAN FLED

 

THEN THE MAN WENT TO ANOTHER GOD, —

THE GOD OF HIS INNER THOUGHTS.

AND THIS ONE LOOKED AT HIM

WITH SOFT EYES

LIT WITH INFINITE COMPREHENSION,

AND SAID, 'MY POOR CHILD!'

 

 

The Black Riders and Other Lines

1895

 

 

The first edition prints all the poems — or 'lines' as Crane insisted on calling them — in block capitals as replicated above.  Subsequent editions omitted to do this, nullifying the effect of scare-mongering newspaper headlines the poet had intended to create.







[Untitled]


 

A newspaper is a collection of half injustices

Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile,

Spreads it curious opinion

To a million merciful and sneering men,

While families cuddle the joys of the fireside

When spurred by a tale of dire lone agony.

A newspaper is a court

Where every one is kindly and unfairly tried

By a squalor of honest men.

A newspaper is a market

Where wisdom sells its freedom

And melons are crowned by the crowd.

A newspaper is a game

Where his error scores the player victory

While another's skill wins death.

A newspaper is a symbol;

It is fetless* life's chronicle,

A collection of loud tales

Concentrating eternal stupidities,

That in remote ages lived unhaltered,

Roaming through a fenceless world.



War Is Kind

1899




* 'Fetless' is possibly an archaic form of 'unfettered' or a substitute for 'footless.'

 

 

 

 

 

The literary reputation of North American writer, journalist and poet Stephen Crane rests primarily on his 1895 bestseller The Red Badge of Courage, the story of a young Union soldier's introduction to combat during his country's bloody Civil War.

 

This short novel, which earned its twenty-four year old author the admiration and friendship of William Dean Howells, Henry James, Joseph Conrad, Ford Madox Ford and HG Wells among others, is now considered a pioneering work of literary impressionism, one that exerted a powerful influence on the work of several of his fellow writers including Conrad whose 1897 novel The Nigger of the 'Narcissus' was directly inspired by its groundbreaking use of 'in the moment' realism.  The book, neglected for many years following Crane's death as was all his work, was subsequently rediscovered by critics in the 1920s and went on to inspire a young Ernest Hemingway along with some of the poets of that decade's emerging Imagist movement.

 

Stephen Crane, the fourteenth child of Methodist minister Jonathon Townley Crane and his wife Mary Helen Peck, was born in Newark, New Jersey on 1 November 1871.  His childhood was dominated by his parents' strict religious beliefs and their disdain for anything they considered to be 'ungodly.'  This did not prevent Crane from developing a nose for trouble and a precocious gift for language which saw him obtain a summer job in 1888 as a reporter with a local news bureau that already employed one of his brothers.  After failing to complete an Engineering degree and enrolling as a 'special student' at Syracuse University, Crane continued to work as a freelance journalist for the New York Tribune while penning his first stories and sketches, permanently abandoning his studies in September 1891 in order to devote himself exclusively to writing.

 

In December of that year, shortly after the death of his mother, Crane wrote the first draft of his first novel Maggie, A Girl of the Streets, a book based on his personal observations of life in and around the saloons and flophouses of New York's notoriously down-at-heel Bowery district.  Crane allegedly completed the book in two days, only to rewrite it the following year before publishing it at his own expense — using money borrowed against the inheritance he was due to receive from his mother's estate — in March 1893 under the identity concealing pseudonym 'Johnston Smith.'  Luckily, the book was read by novelist and essayist Hamlin Garland who recommended it to his friend William Dean Howells, editor of The Atlantic who was, at that time, the most respected figure in North American letters.

 

Crane began writing The Red Badge of Courage soon after meeting Howells, making up for his lack of direct combat experience by devouring the memoirs and correspondence of Civil War veterans in addition to historical accounts of the conflict's most significant battles.  The book, which originally appeared in serial form in several east coast newspapers, was published in October 1895, by which time the perpetually industrious Crane had completed the novels George's Mother and The Third Violet and published The Black Riders and Other Lines, a collection of epigrammatic free verse strongly influenced by the Biblical imagery and language that had been the defining element of his childhood.  The collection was scorned by the critics who disapproved of its unusual, all capitals typography and 'anti-poetic' style, leading one of them to dismiss Crane as 'the Aubrey Beardsley of poetry.'  The poet took these objections in his stride, telling friends that he was pleased his lines were at least gaining some attention. 

 

During this period Crane also found time to travel to the western states of Missouri, Nebraska, Louisiana and Texas, ostensibly to gather material for a column he had been contracted to write for the Bacheller newspaper syndicate.  He ended his trip in Mexico City where he took a keen interest in studying the inhabitants of its poorest slums before traveling further south into what, in those days, were Mexico's largely lawless provinces.

 

By the middle of 1896 Crane was a well-established literary presence in New York, a member of the Lantern Club — a group of young, up-and-coming writers who met regularly on the roof of a building in Brooklyn to drink and carouse — and a genuine publishing phenomenon whose debut work of fiction had already been reprinted sixteen times.  His novel had even won the approval of future US President Theodore Roosevelt, then serving as the city's hardnosed Police Commissioner.  Despite this success, Crane continued to live a precarious, hand-to-mouth existence in New York, eating poorly and overindulging in alcohol, tobacco and coffee while maintaining a grueling work schedule that saw him churn out articles and stories at a rate that, even by hyperproductive nineteenth century standards, was nothing short of astonishing.

 

In September 1896 Crane's work brought him into conflict with the law while he claimed to be conducting research for a piece about the city's prostitutes at an 'entertainment resort' known as the Broadway Garden.  He left the establishment at 2AM in order to accompany two of its chorus girls to a nearby trolley stop, the group being met on the street by another woman named Dora Clark, a streetwalker well known to the police under her professional name 'Ruby Young.'  Leaving Ms Clark to chat with one of the chorus girls, Crane escorted the other girl to her trolley stop, returning to find that Ms Clark and her friend had been arrested in his absence by a police officer named Charles Becker for the alleged crime of soliciting.  

 

After protesting their innocence and insisting to Becker that the remaining chorus girl was his wife, Crane appeared in court on behalf of the two women later that morning (against the advice of his new friend Theodore Roosevelt) where he gladly repeated his story to the presiding magistrate who, having recognized the famous young writer from previous research gathering visits to his courtroom, immediately exonerated them.  Publicly humiliated and now very angry into the bargain, Becker subsequently counter-sued Dora Clark after she filed a lawsuit against him for harassment and wrongful arrest.

 

Crane was called as a witness in Becker's court case, with the former policeman's lawyer doing everything possible to portray the writer as a man of dubious character.  The trial, which Becker won, became a widely publicized east coast scandal that prompted Crane to flee New York for the distant, less judgmental atmosphere of Jacksonville, Florida.  From here Crane planned to sail to Cuba with a consignment of weapons being smuggled to the rebels who were seeking to overthrow the island's Spanish colonial government.  It was in Jacksonville, while preparing for this voyage, that he met Cora Taylor (also known as Cora Howarth), a twice married brothel owner six years his senior who became his common-law wife and eventually took his surname.

 

 

CORA TAYLOR and STEPHEN CRANE, c 1897


 

Crane never made it to Cuba.  The SS Commodore, the ship he had boarded in Jacksonville, sank on 2 January 1897, forcing him and three other men to abandon it in a dinghy that remained at sea for a day and a half before they were finally able to save their lives by swimming back to the Florida coast.  The incident, which would later serve as the inspiration for Crane's short story The Open Boat, was widely reported in many US newspapers, adding to the writer's growing fame as a kind of literary soldier of fortune and doing much to repair the damage done to his reputation by his involvement in the Dora Clark scandal.  He remained in Florida until 11 January before returning to New York where he was joined two months later by Cora.  

 

Out of work again, Crane signed on as a war correspondent for the New York Journal, a tabloid newspaper owned and run by William Randolph Hearst, to cover the Greco-Turkish War.  Cora was also hired by Hearst as a war correspondent (she was the first female citizen of the United States to be employed by a newspaper in this capacity) and the couple left for Athens soon afterwards, making a brief stopover in England, the country they returned to when the conflict, which had lasted a total of thirty days, ended on 20 May 1897.  

 

It was in England, not long after moving into a cottage in the Surrey village of Oxted, that Crane was introduced to Joseph Conrad by the latter's publisher SS Pawling, beginning what would become an important friendship for both writers.  'His eye is very individual,' Conrad wrote to his friend Edward Garnett after reading The Open Boat, 'and his expression satisfies me artistically.  He certainly is the impressionist and his temperament is curiously unique.  His thought is concise, connected, never very deep — yet often startling.'  It has been suggested, and not without reason, that Conrad based the relationship between his characters Marlow and Jim in his 1900 novel Lord Jim on his own, semi-paternalistic relationship with Crane.

 

Increasingly short of money and worried that his reputation might be on the wane at home, Crane soon embarked on a typically punishing schedule of work, churning out copy that was eagerly snapped up by many prestigious periodicals both there and in the UK.  Unfortunately, Crane's diligence did not improve his financial position.  After being sued by a former lover who claimed he owed her $800 and displaying the first symptoms of the then-fatal lung disease tuberculosis, he accepted an offer from Hearst's great rival Joseph Pulitzer, publisher of the New York World, to travel to Cuba to report on the newly begun Spanish-American War — a conflict that was largely the product of Hearst's shameless fear-mongering in the pages of the Journal following the sinking of the battleship the USS Maine in Havana Harbor on 15 February 1898.

 

Crane's stay in Cuba — which saw him come under Spanish fire in Guantánamo, Las Guásimas and San Juan Hill and earn what one of his fellow journalists described as 'the first place among correspondents' — had a disastrous effect on his health, further weakening his damaged lungs and eventually forcing him to flee the war zone so he could recuperate at a Virginia resort where it was hoped that daily exposure to sea air would have a positive impact on his health.  By August he was back in Havana, simultaneously working on newspaper articles, a new series of poems that would be published under the title War Is Kind as well as a new novel titled Active Service that was based on what he had witnessed and experienced during the Greco-Turkish War.  Out of touch with Cora who had remained in England and was now close to penury thanks to her unchecked extravagance, he returned to New York in mid-November, only to sail again for England on 31 December.

 

The final eighteen months of Crane's life, which were spent in the county of Sussex in a draughty, partially restored manor house known as Brede Place, were divided between furious bouts of work on several new projects — including stories, poems and the short novel The Monster — and ruinously expensive parties that further jeopardized his failing health and threatened to bankrupt him.  Undernourished, overworked and physically exhausted, he suffered his first tubercular hemorrhage on 29 December 1899, almost one year to the day since he and Cora had set sail for London.  Sick as he now was, Crane continued to work on articles and The O'Ruddy, a swashbuckling novel set in Ireland that had been inspired by a brief visit he and Cora had paid to that country in 1897.

 

By April Crane's condition had deteriorated to the point where he was obliged to make a new will.  In May, growing weaker by the day, he was transported to Dover as a 'litter patient' (a patient deemed incapable of standing or walking) in preparation for what was to be his final journey to a sanitarium in the Schwarzwald region of southern Germany.  While in Dover he was visited by Conrad and his wife Jessie, who saw him for what was to be the last time on 16 May, and by other friends including Ford Madox Ford and HG Wells (although not by Henry James who could not face the horror of seeing him in such a debilitated state).  Crane crossed the English Channel to France on 24 May accompanied by Cora, a butler, two nurses, a doctor and his dog Sponge, reaching the German spa town of Badenweiler a few days later.  He barely survived a week before dying on 5 June 1900 at the age of twenty-eight.  

 

Cora, who had been named Crane's sole heir in his revised will, outlived him by a decade.  She returned to Florida in 1901 where she prospered as a bar/brothel owner in Jacksonville and eventually married Hammond P McNeill, the twenty-five year old scion of a prominent South Carolina family whom she'd hired to manage one of her businesses.  McNeill subsequently shot and killed a man he suspected of being Cora's lover, only to be acquitted of the charge of murder by an all-male jury who deemed his actions to be legally justified given the possibility that adultery had occurred between the deceased and his wife.  When McNeill's trial ended Cora divorced him and reverted to using the name 'Cora Crane,' under which she published articles in magazines including The Smart Set and Harper's Weekly while living a decidedly bohemian life and hoping to one day return to Europe.  She suffered a stroke that left her severely weakened and died of heat exhaustion — brought on by her ill-advised decision to help a stranded motorist push their stalled car out of the sand — in the Florida resort town of Pablo Beach on 5 September 1910. 

 

 

 

Use the link below to read more free verse by STEPHEN CRANE, including selections from The Black Riders and Other Lines (1895) and War Is Kind (1899):

 

 

 

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/stephen-crane

 

 


 

 

 

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Thursday 4 April 2024

The Write Advice 194: ANDRÉ BRETON

 

Put yourself in as passive, or receptive, a state of mind as you can.  Forget about your genius, your talents, and the talents of everyone else.  Keep reminding yourself that literature is one of the saddest roads that leads to everything.  Write quickly, without any preconceived subject, fast enough so that you will not remember what you’re writing and be tempted to re-read what you have written.

 

Manifesto of Surrealism (1924) 

 

 

 

 

 

Use the link below to read about the life and work of French surrealist writer and poet ANDRÉ BRETON (1896–1966): 

 

 

https://www.artnet.com/artists/andr%C3%A9-breton/

 

 

 

 

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Thursday 28 March 2024

Think About It 095: CHRISTOPHER LASCH

 

We are accustomed to thinking that the suburbs are the solution to the problem of the cities.  We need to recognize that in the deepest sense they are the cause of the problem and not the solution.  Suburbs institutionalize a false idea of freedom as social mobility, as climbing out of one's class.  They dramatize the dangerous freedom that drains talent and wealth and imagination away.  To say that our ideal of freedom is above all a suburban ideal is to give it palpable shape; it helps us understand more explicitly than any other image what's wrong with it.  It is not only the underclass that is impoverished by this flight to the suburbs.  In one way or another it diminishes all of us.  The suburb organized around the shopping mall rather than the neighborhood eradicates the last vestiges of reciprocal obligation.  It underscores the illusion that the good life consists of unlimited choices unconstrained by any sense that others are in the picture.  No less than the drug culture of the ghetto, suburban culture rests on the phantasy of escape.  So it is no accident that the suburbs have a drug problem too, or that young people in the suburbs find that nothing holds their attention, that sustained effort is beyond their powers and that nothing seems to justify sustained effort anyway.

 

'On The Moral Vision of Democracy' [Civic Arts Review #4, Fall 1991]

 

 

 

 
 
Use the link below to read the full 1991 interview with North American historian and cultural critic CHRISTOPHER LASCH (1932–1994):
 
 
 
 
https://chamberscreek.net/library/Christopher%20Lasch/car_interview.html

 

 

 

 

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Thursday 21 March 2024

Some Books About… CARTOONISTS

 

Hermes Press
2010
 
 
 
John Buscema: Michelangelo of Comics (2010) by BRIAN PECK
 
 
As a boy I was a voracious reader of many types of comics but my undisputed favourites were the superhero titles published by the Marvel Comics Group.  Although a number of gifted artists worked for the company during its heyday in the 1960s and early 1970s — Gene Colan, Steve Ditko, Gil Kane, Jack Kirby, John Romita, the list is long and illustrious — I was particularly impressed by the dynamic, visually arresting work of John Buscema (1927–2002).  Buscema's matchless knowledge of human anatomy, combined with his mastery of unusual perspective and unsurpassed ability to depict imaginary events in a naturalistic manner, made him one of the most widely imitated artists in the industry and one whose influence shows no signs of waning in the twenty-first century.
 
 
Like me, Brian Peck grew up reading and loving Marvel Comics and iconic Buscema-drawn characters like The Silver Surfer.  'One of the biggest regrets I have as a comic book reader and art collector,' he writes in his brief but affectionate 2010 biography of the artist, 'is that I never got to meet John Buscema, to tell him how much his art and stories meant to me, growing up.  I hope this book will show in some small way, how "the man who hated comics" influenced many generations of readers, artists and the industry.'  The book is a detailed chronological tribute to an artist who had, by his own admission, an ambivalent attitude toward the superhero genre and the 'unrealistic' characters he was required to draw to earn his living.
 
 
Peck traces Buscema's life from his birth in New York in 1927, through his formative years as a student at the city's School of Music and Art and his efforts to break into what was the relatively new World War Two-era comic book industry.  He also discusses Buscema's abandonment of his cartooning career to pursue a new career as an advertising artist before returning to comics in 1966 at the request of Stan Lee, his former boss at what was known in the 1940s as Timely Comics before changing its name to Atlas and finally to Marvel prior to the superhero revival that began with the August 1962 publication of issue #15 of Amazing Fantasy and the debut appearance of an immediately popular new character called Spider-Man.  
 
 
The transition from designing advertising layouts to drawing larger-than-life superheroes proved to be a challenging one for Buscema to negotiate.  Lee reportedly hated the first stories his former employee penciled for Marvel, complaining that while Buscema showed a definite talent for illustration that did not automatically make him adept at creating the kind of tightly plotted layouts vital to the success of the modern comic book story.  To solve this problem Lee gave Buscema several examples of Jack Kirby's work to take home and study, instructing the artist before he left his office that he must learn to 'Draw like that!'  
 
 
By 1968, with his genre re-defining work on The Avengers impressing fans and colleagues alike, Buscema had become one of Marvel's top artists, creating characters and stories that would, within less than a decade, go on to achieve legendary status.  He also set a new benchmark for the depiction of women in superhero titles, making female characters like The Wasp (AKA Janet Van Dyne) alluringly attractive without cheapening or belittling them in the process.  While this hardly sounds radical today, it was a significant turning point in what was then a male-dominated and unapologetically sexist industry.
 

 

Conan The Barbarian
Splash Panel c 1977
© 2010 Marvel Characters Inc
 
 
 
 
Of course, comic books are a collaborative artform and Peck also takes the time to identify and praise the contributions made by Buscema's creative partners including the many talented artists who inked his work and Roy Thomas, the writer responsible for scripting much of it and introducing him to what would become his favourite character, Conan the Barbarian.  'Conan appealed to John,' Peck states, 'because he wasn't a superhero… Conan was real; he could be hurt.  When it came to Conan, John dropped the superhero type of layouts for more realism.'  The popularity of the character throughout the 1970s led to the creation of a larger format black-and-white magazine titled The Savage Sword of Conan that gave the A-list team of Thomas and Buscema the opportunity to produce longer stories featuring more adult-themed material.  Buscema did much of his finest work for this magazine, his painstakingly detailed black and white drawings demonstrating that the time he'd spent as a boy studying the work of Renaissance artists Raphael and Leonardo da Vinci (and presumably Michelangelo as well) at the Metropolitan Museum of Art had not been wasted.
 
 
Peck is above all a passionate fan of the artist as is amply demonstrated by his detailed knowledge of every aspect of Buscema's work and his ability to write about it with both perception and intelligence.  The book also includes an extensive bibliography and a meticulously curated list of the artist's entire published works, beginning with his earliest efforts for Timely Comics in 1948 and ending with Justice League of America: Barbarians his final unfinished assignment for DC Comics — the great rival to Marvel and a company he had rarely worked for over the years — in late 2001 prior to his death from stomach cancer the following January.
 
 
The book's only flaw, if it can be said to have one, is that none of Buscema's artwork is reproduced in color within its 167 pages.  That said, the art is more than capable of standing on its own without that embellishment, welcome though it would have been.
 
 
 

John Buscema: Michelangelo of Comics is currently out of print. 
 



 
 
 
Abrams Books
2015
 
 
 
 
Out of Line: The Art of Jules Feiffer (2015) by MARTHA FAY


The publication of this beautiful, copiously illustrated celebration of the work of North American cartoonist and all-round creative genius Jules Feiffer followed the appearance of his autobiography Backing Into Forward by five years and serves, in many ways, as a companion piece to that earlier, equally fascinating volume.  While no one can tell Feiffer's story in quite the same humorously engaging way that Feiffer himself tells it, Martha Fay has done an excellent job of collating what is currently the most thorough visual survey of his work to appear in the upscale 'artbook' format.
 
 
Feiffer's story — for those who may be unfamiliar with his groundbreaking work for publications including The Village Voice and Playboy — is in many ways the story of cartooning itself in post-World War Two North America.  Like John Buscema, Feiffer was a child of the 1920s who grew up devouring classic 'golden age' newspaper strips like Popeye and Flash Gordon and began trying to copy them from the moment he was old enough to hold a crayon.  Again like Buscema, he found an entry level job in what was then a new and thriving comic book industry — in his case, as one of many assistants to Will Eisner, creator of The Spirit and the artist the industry's most prestigious award is today named in honor of — that led to him creating Clifford, his own newspaper strip, before he was drafted into the army (very much against his will) in 1951.  
 
 
Becoming a soldier, Feiffer claimed, robbed him not only of his individuality but also of the power of speech.  As he wrote in his autobiography: 'I'd have a thought in my head, I'd start to say something, but the words wouldn't follow the thought in my head… They were stealing my soul.  They were turning me into a puddle — not a soldier, by any means.'  Demoralizing as Feiffer's experiences of army life were, they did inspire his first long form cartoon story Munro, the tale of a five year old boy who's drafted by mistake but expected to loyally serve his country nonetheless.  The story would not appear in print until 1959, by which time Feiffer had become internationally famous for the work he regularly published in the pages of The Village Voice.
 
 
It would be impossible to overestimate what a profound impact Feiffer's mid to late 1950s work had on his young, college educated, culturally aware, increasingly sophisticated audience.  After trying and failing to launch a slew of syndicated daily newspaper strips, he began to utilize what he was experiencing in post-army New York life as material, giving his intensely personal angst-filled work an immediacy that, combined with his new, much looser drawing style and brilliantly witty dialogue, made it irresistibly appealing to a generation that, while financially better off than their parents' generation had ever dreamed of being, was struggling to deal with feelings of malaise, disenchantment and what was often a crippling if inexplicable sense of guilt.
 
  
 

 
First appearance of Bernard Mergendeiler
The Village Voice 
13 November 1957


 
 
Feiffer's cartoons, featuring his hangdog alter-ego Bernard Mergendeiler and a host of other occasionally recurring characters, struck a chord with his readers just as the stand-up routines of comedians like Mort Sahl and Lenny Bruce were doing, poking fun at sexual relationships, careerism and the Establishment while expressing liberal political views that were very much at odds with those espoused by the nation's conservative-minded majority.  In time Feiffer became much more than a cartoonist, going on to write several plays, a novel and the screenplay for the 1971 film Carnal Knowledge — a project that helped to make a major star of a young, still relatively unknown actor named Jack Nicholson and has long been considered an era-defining work of art in its own right.
 
 
Martha Fay does an excellent job of covering the many phases of Feiffer's career, including his Village Voice and Playboy years and his later triumphs as an author and illustrator of high quality children's literature.  Her book is flawlessly designed and also features many of its subject's childhood drawings, something rarely seen in volumes of this kind.  It is a treasure trove for Feiffer fanatics like myself and a handy reminder of an era when cartoon art was a central component of contemporary Western culture.  It is also worth reading for the lively foreword penned by Mike Nichols, someone who first met Feiffer in 1958 and would go on to direct Carnal Knowledge along with several of his plays.
 
 
 
Out Of Line: The Art of Jules Feiffer remains in print and may be available from your local bookstore or preferred online retailer.      
 
 
 
 
 



Harry N Abrams Inc
2009
 
 
 
The Art of Harvey Kurtzman: The Mad Genius of Comics (2009) by DENIS KITCHEN and PAUL BUHLE

 
No North American cartoonist probably had a greater influence on his peers and the artists who followed him than Harvey Kurtzman (1924–1993).  And when I say 'artists' I mean artists in the broadest possible sense of the term, as did the editors of The New York Times when they described him, not at all inaccurately, as 'One of the most important figures in post-war America.' 
 
 
Kurtzman's work had just as great an impact on the worlds of cinema and animation as it had on the worlds of art and design despite the fact he never directly worked in the motion picture industry and worked only briefly as an animator.  As award-winning comic artist Art Spiegelman states in his introduction to this long overdue celebration of his former mentor's life and many astonishing achievements, 'Kurtzman's MAD held a mirror up to American society, exposing the hypocrisies and distortions of mass media with jazzy grace and elegance.  He's our first post-modern humorist, laying the groundwork for such contemporary humor and satire as Saturday Night Live, Monty Python and Naked Gun.'

 
Kurtzman, the middle son of Eastern European Jewish immigrants, was born in New York City in 1924 and, like his younger contemporary John Buscema, attended the city's vocational High School of Music and Art.  He was drafted in 1943 and honorably discharged two years later, returning to New York to pick up where he had left off as assistant to visual artist and 'content creator for hire' Louis Ferstadt.  Within months this led to a host of other assignments and, eventually, to him earning a precarious living as a freelancer for companies like Timely where, again like Buscema, he was supervised by its brash young editor Stan Lee.  
 
 
Specializing in wacky humor strips like Hey Look!, Kurtzman developed an idiosyncratic, slightly surreal approach to sequential art that directly challenged the established conventions of what was generally considered to be a medium created for and marketed exclusively to children — skills that would prove invaluable when he began drafting and editing graphic horror stories for EC Publications in the early 1950s in a series of eye-popping titles that included Tales From the Crypt, The Haunt of Fear and Weird Fantasy.  
 
 
Many of the stories and covers Kurtzman subsequently created for EC would go on to become legendary, with his original artwork selling for thousands of dollars after the new generation of 'underground comix' artists like Robert Crumb (creator of Fritz the Cat) and Gilbert Shelton (creator of The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers) confessed to being inspired by his work.  Horror comics — a genre that Kurtzman himself is said to have disliked — went on to become the bestselling titles of the 1950s, closely followed by war and science fiction comics that he, with his genius for creating striking cover images and attention grabbing splash panels, was likewise instrumental in perfecting and popularizing.
 


Cover of MAD magazine #1
October-November 1952
Art and design by
HARVEY KURTZMAN
 
 
 
 
Kurtzman followed his virtually one-man re-invention of the horror, war and science fiction genres with an equally bold re-invention of the modern humor magazine.  As Jules Feiffer was discovering, readers' tastes were changing and so were the subjects they were interested in reading about.  The publication of Issue #24 of MAD magazine in July 1955 was a watershed moment in the history of the North American periodical industry, with EC ditching the traditional comic book format (at Kurtzman's urging) to present MAD as a slicker, larger format magazine of undeniably superior quality.  Issue #24 of MAD proved so popular that it eventually had to be reprinted, a phenomenon unheard of in the industry at that time. 
 
 
But trouble was brewing behind the scenes for companies like EC.  The forces of conservatism, alarmed by the gore and violence they perceived to be an integral feature of post-war comics, were using their government connections to try to censor the entire industry.  The negative publicity generated by this highly publicized censorship campaign affected EC's bottom line profits and eventually saw the increasingly popular MAD — a subversive magazine if ever there was one — sold off to the powerful American News Company conglomerate.
 
 
The controversy over censorship, along with his natural skepticism and love of truth, underpins all the outstanding satire that Kurtzman would go on to create and publish in the pages of MAD.  Finally freed from the onerous task of personally drawing, writing and designing every new issue of the magazine, he was able to employ a talented team of writers and artists, notably Wallace Wood, to create hilarious parodies of what had previously been off-limits content like classic films, animated cartoons, syndicated comic strips and the new 'threatening' medium of television.  (He even poked fun at the 1950s experiment with 3D films, creating a 3D comic strip that remains, to this day, the only truly successful print media example of this process.)  
 
 
Despite his creative boldness, Kurtzman remained frustrated by the fact that the ultimate arbiter of what could and could not appear in the pages of MAD was its new publisher, William Gaines Jr.  Frustrated by this ongoing lack of creative control, Kurtzman quit the magazine in 1956, ushering in a long period of work that Kitchen and Buhle describe as being 'perennially disappointing or catastrophic, marked with flashes of creative brilliance and opportunity that faded from sight soon enough.' 
 
 
Kitchen and Buhle are the ideal authors to explore and comment on Kurtzman's enduring artistic legacy, with Kitchen having served as the artist's creative executor since his death as well as being a gifted cartoonist and pioneering editor and publisher in his own right.  They're particularly good at unraveling Kurtzman's often complicated relationships with his various bosses and his equally complicated relationship with the world of commerce.  (Unlike his close friend Will Eisner, creator of The Spirit, Kurtzman did not retain ownership of the vast majority of his work and was therefore unable to reap the financial rewards it should have brought him following his 're-discovery' by the underground in the late 1960s.)
 
 
Although he continued to create and edit a number of magazines throughout the 1960s — a list that includes Humbug and Help! among others — and was instrumental in launching the careers of Robert Crumb and future Monty Python member Terry Gilliam, Kurtzman was never adequately remunerated for his work even after his strip Little Annie Fanny, co-created with long time friend Will Elder, made its debut appearance in the pages of Playboy in 1965(He assumed that he and Elder owned the copyright to the character without getting their ownership confirmed in writing by Hugh Hefner and his lawyers.  The result was a 26 year run on a project that earned him thousands when, based on circulation alone, it should have earned him millions.)  Although he made a good enough living to support himself and his family, he became increasingly reliant on Playboy as his primary source of income, sometimes to the detriment of the other projects he would pursue throughout the 1970s, 1980s and prior to his death, at the age of sixty-eight, in 1993.
 
 
This book is a loving and cleverly designed tribute to the influential genius of Harvey Kurtzman, featuring a range of accompanying illustrations that are as diverse as they are far-ranging, covering every aspect of his career in exactingly comprehensive detail.  Kitchen and his co-author Buhle, an academic who specializes in studies of comic book art and other forms of popular culture, are to be applauded for producing what ranks as one of the most impressive overviews of the work of any North American artist, cartoon or otherwise, ever published.  Like the work of its subject, the book is a classic of its kind that no self-respecting pop culture fan can afford to be without.
 
 
 
 
The Art of Harvey Kurtzman: The Mad Genius of Comics is currently out of print. 
 
 
 
 

 
 
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Thursday 14 March 2024

Poet of the Month 089: EILEEN O'SHAUGHNESSY

 

EILEEN O'SHAUGHNESSY [BLAIR], c 1936


 

 

 

 

 

END OF THE CENTURY, 1984

 

 

 

Death

 

Synthetic winds have blown away

Material dust, but this one room

Rebukes the constant violet ray

And dustless sheds a dusty gloom.

Wrecked on the outmoded past

Lie North and Hillard, Virgil, Horace,

Shakespeare's bones are quiet at last,

Dead as Yeats or William Morris.

Have not the inmates earned their rest?

A hundred circles traversed they

Complaining of the classic quest

And, each inevitable day,

Illogically trying to place

A ball within an empty space.

 

 

Birth

 

Every loss is now a gain

For every chance must follow reason.

A crystal palace meets the rain

That falls at its appointed season.

No book disturbs the lucid line

For sun-bronzed scholars tune their thought

To Telepathic Station 9

From which they know just what they ought:

The useful sciences; the arts

Of telesalesmanship and Spanish

As registered in Western parts;

Mental cremation that shall banish

Relics, philosophies and colds —

Mañana-minded ten-year-olds.

 

 

The Phoenix

 

Worlds have died that they may live,

May plume again their fairest feathers

And in their clearest songs may give

Welcome to all spontaneous weathers.

Bacon's colleague is called Einstein,

Huxley shares Platonic food,

Violet rays are only sunshine

Christened in the modern mood,

In this house if in no other

Past and future may agree,

Each herself, but each the other

In a curious harmony,

Finding both a proper place

In the silken gown's embrace.

 

 

 

(1934)

 

 

 

 

This poem was written in 1934 by Eileen O'Shaughnessy, first wife of George Orwell (AKA Eric Arthur Blair), for a commemorative volume celebrating the fiftieth anniversary of her alma mater, the Sunderland High School for Girls.  

 

The poem was reprinted in the notes section of Wifedom: Mrs Orwell's Invisible Life, a 2023 biography by Anna Funder that sets out to explain why Eileen — Mrs Blair as she was known after marrying her still obscure writer husband on 9 June 1936 — has been so thoroughly erased from the work he published under the pseudonym 'George Orwell' and why her invaluable contributions to both that work and his life have been consistently downplayed if not rigorously ignored by his numerous male biographers.  

 

Funder employs several techniques to do this, including trying to extrapolate Eileen's feelings about her life with Orwell from her surviving letters and 'recreating' key scenes from their marriage that, while engagingly written, are nonetheless speculations which cannot be said to have any firm basis in reality.  While insisting that her intention was not to 'cancel' Orwell — a writer she claims to have always admired — the picture Funder paints of his life with Eileen and his persistently shabby treatment of her is seldom a flattering or, indeed, a positive one.  Indeed, it shows Eric Blair/George Orwell to have been a classic example of a man who failed in his personal life to live up to the ideals he espoused in his public life as a novelist, journalist and broadcaster.  Blair/Orwell was, to put it bluntly, a bit of a shit who routinely put his own needs first and his wife's needs a distant second — an attitude that, while considered completely unacceptable in the second decade of the twenty-first century, was entirely typical of the male-dominated society of 1930s and 1940s England. 

 

The pity is that Eileen, who attended Oxford University where she read English and eventually graduated with an MA in Educational Psychology, wrote no memoir before her untimely death at the age of thirty-nine.  She was clearly an exceptional human being whose contributions to Orwell's work, both in England and in war-torn Spain where they went shortly after their marriage to support the anti-Franco Republican cause, were undoubtedly crucial to its success.  

 

I say 'probably' because, speculative biographies notwithstanding, Eileen O'Shaughnessy-Blair remains an elusive figure whose motivations for marrying and staying with such a difficult man can never be known for certain.  According to Charles Orr, a colleague of hers who worked with her in Spain creating propaganda on behalf of the Independent Labor Party, '[Eileen] could not resist talking about Eric — her hero husband, whom she obviously loved and admired.'  That does not sound like the behaviour of someone who regretted her marriage or her choice of life partner.  For all anybody knows, Mrs Blair may have preferred to keep a low profile, content to let Orwell receive all the attention while she focused on maintaining their often precarious household.  Not a particularly fulfilling role for someone possessed of her obvious intelligence and literary talent, but again a typical one for the majority of women, even educated women, of her class and generation after becoming wives all but robbed them of any sense of autonomy or individual identity.  

 

While it may console us to retrospectively apply today's moral standards to yesterday's events, doing so is largely an exercise in futility.  The past was what it was, just as the present is unfortunately and often very unfairly what it is.  Better to admit that women — not just the wives of illustrious if openly sexist writers like Orwell but in fact all women — got a raw deal back then and do whatever is necessary to prevent that from being the case today and on into the future.

 

 

 

Use the link below to read a review of Eileen: The Making of George Orwell, an earlier biography of EILEEN BLAIR (née O'SHAUGHNESSY) by SYLVIA TOPP published in 2020: 

 

 

https://www.theguardian.com/books/2020/mar/10/eileen-the-making-of-george-orwell-sylvia-topp-review

 

 

 

 

 

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