Thursday, May 12, 2022

Byron Starkwinter: Alan Moore's Self-Fulfilling Prochecy?

Shortly aft I drew "In Pictopia" in1986, Fantagraphics forwarded a plot synopsis from the same author to consider illustrating. Unfortunately, Anything Goes, the fund-raising series for which it was intended, came to an end.

Paul Nabisco and Gower Goose owe more than a little to Steve Gerber and Howard the Duck, by way of Byron Starkwinter and Mookie the Worm. Page from a work in progress, 2022,

An artist-writer named Byron Starkwinter (actually, Brad Lunt), one of many notable characters in the story, is described as "possessing little drawing or writing ability," "a legend without a cause," "having unfashionably long hair, sunken eyes hidden behind dark glasses and a general pallour and complexion almost as healthy as that of Keith Richards," and as "parading his personal grotesqueries to the fans who see him as a colorful character, goading him to fresh outrages and applauding each excess." I've often thought of Byron as the author's self-fulfilling prophecy.

When Fantagraphics was preparing a new edition of "In Pictopia" in 2019, and the author politely requested his name not appear on the publication, I wrote an email on November 21, 2019, through a third party,

Would it be permissible to credit the writer as "Byron Starkwinter"? (That was Alan's proposed name for the "artist-writer" character in "Convention Tension.")

The response came back on November 24, 2019 (again, through a third party),

Alan asks that he is credited as "A Content Provider".

which raised questions in my mind as to whether the author was serious about his request or not. I wrote back on the following day:

I'm a little confused. Does Alan want Alan Moore to be credited as "Content Provider," or "Byron Starkwinter" to be credited as "Content Provider?"

The response came back on November 27, 2019,

My understanding is that Alan wants to be credited as "A Content Provider" or not credited at all. He's not a big a fan of Fantagraphics, and doesn't necessarily want to be associated with them.

To my mind, this hardly cleared anything up.

Later, I made one last attempt to pin him down as to what exactly he wanted; you can read his entire response here. Among other things, he claimed, to have "forgotten about" "Convention Tension." He also asserted he had "disowned more than ninety per cent of my comic work." I see no reason not to take him at his word; let's see if this jogs anyone's memory. 

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Monday, May 9, 2022

The Secrets of Dumbalmoore: Fantastic Bleats and Where to Find Them

This text began as a Facebook reply to Stephen Bissette, who was commenting on a link to Mikey Crotty's video, and somehow turned into yet another long-winded and self-serving blog post, rehashing the same tired, stale tropes as I've done elsewhere, on my insignificant collaboration with Alan Moore. Enjoy!

Saturday, April 9, 2022

Fantastic Beasts and Other Unwritten Big, Fat Books

Some thoughts on the eve of one of the most ambivalent, if not pre-hated, movie releases in recent memory. Revised with a couple of elaborating paragraphs inserted on May 3, 2022.

The biggest problem with the Fantastic Beasts film franchise, and it has been the biggest problem from the start, is that the films lack big, fat J.K. Rowling books to precede each film.* This was the winning formula for the Harry Potter films, and it was no secret—J.K. Rowling is an author, and Harry Potter was, first and foremost, a literary experience. Readers immersed themselves, wallowed, in books that progressively got longer; filmmakers boiled those books down, with more or less success, into crowd-pleasing feature films.

The Harry Potter series of films, one of the most successful franchises in film history, also came 100% pre-spoiled, as it were: Everyone had already read the books, digested the stories, and knew exactly what to expect going into the movie theater. The only drama and suspense, in some sense, was whether the filmmakers and performers could live up to the overwhelmingly high expectations of a massive, pre-sold audience—could compete, in other words, with readers imaginations. That the films met and in some regard exceeded such expectations—due in part to the serendipitous arrival of advanced digital special effects technology, without which the Harry Potter films would have looked like cheap, B-movie creepshows of an earlier generation—is what won over fans of the books, in turn spreading the Harry Potter phenomenon to new readers.

After completing her million-word opus, the author made it clear she had written enough prose on the subject, and except for a slender fundraiser and the occasional retcon pronouncement on social media, was done using her valuable brainspace on the world of Harry Potter. New dramatic productions would have to suffice essentially on gas fumes—a few backstory allusions and inferences derived from the Harry Potter book series.

By going straight to threadbare screenplays, the author has been taking a big, fat shortcut in her own proven, world-beating strategy. Despite the publications of those inflated screenplays as bloated pseudo-books, readers were not fooled; their author had abandoned them. That was the main problem, from a reader’s perspective, with The Cursed Child, despite however much it might have entertained on the stageas a book it read like bad fanfic and as a publishing event it amounted to a colossal artistic rip-off.

It is perfectly understandable, given the author’s purported burnout after The Deathly Hallows, that another big, fat book about her retroactively-branded “Wizarding World” was just too much. But the big, fat shortcut she continues to take, not only with The Cursed Child stage play but with the pseudo-epic Fantastic Beast films, rings hollow to her readers; it’s like a parent telling the children she’s temporarily separated from Daddy while flagrantly conducting an affair with another partner.

Why on Earth the author of Harry Potter would rather write big, fat potboilers about a BBC TV detective (under another male pen name, Robert Galbraith—the gender-obscuring initials “J.K.” not being pseudonym enough), rather than write the intricate backstory of Albus Dumbledore is simply inexplicable to most fans. What could lend itself more to a novelistic, big-fat book treatment than the grown-up, psychologically and historically nuanced world she is apparently attempting to convey in Fantastic Beasts? And what would lend itself least to cursory screenplays-direct-to-special-effects-movies?

Along with her muddled and unhelpful views on gender issues, these are some of the big, fat books the author hasn’t had the time to give her full attention (one feels).

Which leads to the other problem with Fantastic Beasts: a complete lack of children and young adult characters. The key to success of Harry Potter was its child-based fantasy and coming-of-age story that all ages of reader could enjoy. The Fantastic Beasts films not only deprive millions of readers of the big, fat books only the author could provide; it also replaces adorable children with various morose, fucked-up adult characters—characters for whom, one feels, it is too late— whose issues desperately needed to have been untangled in big, fat YA books that were never written.

Additionally, the few surprises, twists, and turns the post-Harry Potter films provide all seem ad hoc, superficial, improvised, thrown in—of questionable merit as artistic choices and of dubious authenticity in terms of the author’s world-building simply because they didnt first make their appearance in a big, fat book. Most notable is Dumbledore’s sexuality—an aspect of the character fans regard almost as non-canonical, not because of any verdict on that sexuality but simply because the author never felt it worthy of in-depth, psychological exploration in prose.

Whatever conceptual material the new films have introduced seems slight and trivial compared to how each book and film in the Harry Potter series advanced an understanding of an elaborate, complex, growing fictional world. Each installment of the original was groundbreaking and mind-expanding, whereas the new films feel like filler material left on the cutting room floor—and with good reason. Epic books were the fundamental pillar of the epic film series; without that foundation, the pseudo-epic films feel hollow.

The dilemma can be reduced to a very simple question: If the Fantastic Beasts stories are not worth eighteen months of the authors time to contemplate, draft, and rigorously revise into big, fat (and presumably bestselling) books, are they really worth $200 million each—not counting ad budgetto produce as movies?

The parallel issue, of course, is that with all this extra time on her hands, the author has also indulged her half-baked sociological tendencies by making pronouncements on gender issues, in which she is neither qualified nor honest enough with herself to deal with, in pot-shot Tweets and logic-challenged essays. Again, the proper place for an author to work out such issues might just be the tools at hand, that have worked so well: a big, fat book.

This is not, by the way, a “stay in your lane” argument. Had J.K. Rowling researched and written a big, fat nonfiction book on the gender issues that so trouble her, which she haphazardly connects to her own fraught identity issues, she may very well have come to very different conclusions than her still-muddled and destructively expressed biases and bigotry; at least there would be a substantial document and bibliography of documentation to debate. Instead, we have an even worse product than either The Cursed Child or Fantastic Beasts: the sketchy, patchwork, transphobic nightmare world of Joanne Rowling.

The shame of it all is that the most poorly-thought out ideas of this most successful of author are having the most direct consequences in our real world. It’s one thing for a stage play or a film franchise to be based on the half-baked leavings of a once scrupulous and wordy author; it’s another for her most uninformed opinions, gobbledygook nonsense, and hateful pronouncements to be injected directly into public debate and social media misperception. If nothing else, those big, fat, immersive and all-consuming fantasy books would keep her from greater mischief.
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* See my other blog posts about my time at Borders as a sales clerk during the heyday of Harry Potter, as well as Rowling’s self-reinvention as a hateful transphobe.

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