Whoo. Underground comics are a real crazy ride alright. Disturbing, political, and oh-so damn horny, we talking underground comics for sure.
I read Mr. Natural first, which started off pretty normal and became so absurd so quickly. The racist depictions of black people, an overgrown baby sucking off Mr. Natural, suffice to say, I was pretty uncomfortable after I was done reading it. I guess that means it did its job as an underground comic.
In class, I read Corn Fed, which featured wacky, outlandish short stories that were usually resolved by sex in the end. My favorite line from it was, "You look like a million bucks (and a million fucks)," which genuinely made me laugh to myself. Again though, it kind of felt similar to Mr.Natural where it just relies on shock value to make sex some kind of punchline.
The third comic I read was The Fabulous Furry Freak Brothers: The Idiot Abroad, which I enjoyed the most out of them all. I was actually surprised by how much story played a role and how well done the art was. This is definitely an underground comic that focuses on the political aspect rather than the sexual aspect, which was nice that I got to experience two different types of work. Compared to the other two comics I read, the art was much more sophisticated. What struck me the most was how detailed and rendered the backgrounds were, becoming illustrative.
I was pretty surprised by the variety of content in underground comics. There's definitely a lot to explore, but personally, underground comics are definitely not my cup of tea. Though I can politely see how they fit into the comic history timeline as an important influence on modern day comics.
Blankets is an autobiographical graphic novel published in 2003 that recounts Thompson's childhood and adolescent years. Thematically, it focuses on Thompson's struggle with his religious identity in a devout Christian household and his experience with first love. The narrative is deeply personal and it shows in the way Thompson is able to describe events with such detail, as if he were experiencing these moments all over again for the first time. In a very romanticized way at least, but I'm a sucker for that sentimental, cheesy, overly-personal mush. The story's got a lot of heart to it, and that's what I love in a story. Even though Blankets' story is rather mundane, I think that's okay because real life can be mundane.
What's not mundane is the art, which is flipping amazing, hecking fantastic, holy hot frying fritters gosh darn beautiful. I think you know something's good when you just can't find the right words to put together to convey all the things you want to say. So instead you just come to the point where you end up frantically gesturing towards the whole thing and saying, "Look!" It's dynamic. It's expressive. It looks exactly like how it should feel.
In the end, I'm sad I pushed off reading Blankets, but so glad I finally got the chance to curl up in bed and read it in one go.
Admittedly, it took me two tries before I could fully read through this. The moment I saw walls of text bubble start to come at me, I had to slowly close my laptop. (I don't like to say it, but Kanye West's quote, "I'm a proud non-reader of books," unfortunately rings too true for me...) However, when I finally gave it a chance and hunkered down to throughly give a good read, I was surprised to find how well the dialogue was written. Overall, the characters felt human. It really made me enjoy the interactions between the characters, especially the fun dynamic between Tintin and Captain Haddock. I really didn't expect Haddock to be such a caring figure towards TinTin, it was really nice to see!
On the other hand, Ernie Bushmiller's comic strip Nancy from the 1930's appears to be much like a comic strip we might see in today's paper in it's way it delivers a simple visual gag through somewhere around two to four panels. It is certainly a much simpler strip compared to McCay's Little Nemo, but I think it's interesting to see two different takes on how to handle a comic strip.













