(via Stanley Whyte)
reminded me, rather tangentially, of this Dan Clowes strip about a timewarp cultist who lives in a perpetual 1966
Thinking of Clowes's work, reminded me that I have some disordered and unformed thoughts about why it is that the dominant mode in comix, cartoons, illustration is retro.
because it is, isn't it? Go into a place like Wacko in Los Feliz, LA, and everywhere you look you see new work done in old illustrative and graphic art styles.... vintage fonts and typography and lettering... campy Googie-era Fifites here, Gothic American there, B-movie psychotronic trash kultur etc
is it because, being as close to the world of craft as Art, the illustration/comix world is less hung up on modernist precepts?
But most of the comic/cartoon/illustration styles being reworked or drawn on, in their own time, would have been innovative, presumably?
^^^^^^^^
Here's a little thing I did on Daniel Clowes's Caricature collection (whence the 1966-dude strip comes from) for Village Voice Literary Supplement.
Daniel Clowes
Caricature
Fantagraphic Books, Inc
Cartoonist Daniel Clowes's stories are set in some
all-American twilight zone of Hopper-esque diners, lugubrious motel
rooms and desolate streetscapes. Time and place are deliberately left
non-specific--it's the Big City, any-postwar-year-- allowing Clowes to indulge
his fondness for the kind of quaint
furnishings and appliances (e.g. barber's chairs) that now sell as overpriced antiques
in "architectural salvage"
stores. Some of the stories in Clowes'
new collection Caricature veer into the full-on noir surrealism of Like A Velvet Glove Cast In Iron (his famous Twin Peaks-like serial
driven by non-sequiturs and a mystery
narrative that never resolves itself). But most develop further the seedy
realism of his superb 1997 graphic novel
Ghost World, conjuring a world that's
all the more uncanny because the blatantly supernatural rarely occurs.
Caricature's most poignant stories seem autobiographical: brink-of-puberty vignettes "Immortal,
Invisible" and "Like A Weed, Joe", and "Blue Italian Shit", a memoir of
life as johnny-come-lately punk at the tail end of the Seventies. From the
title story's fairground caricaturist to the decrepit cartoon superhero in "Black Nylon"
and the pugnacious epigone in "MCMLXVI" (who believes American culture peaked circa
1966) Clowes's forte is stalled lives and blocked dreams. Nobody can rival him when it comes to the
physiognomy of anomie--he's a virtuoso
at jaded eyes, non-commital mouths, and the myriad facial nuances of
affectlessness.
And here's theVoice piece by me on Ghost World the movie, which features quotes from Clowes as well as Terry Zwigoff, and has that whole retro-pathos subplot of the 78 rpm platter collector scene, the choleric Seymour character added gratuitously and largely eclipsing the Enid-Rebecca relationship.
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