I have recently been troubled by the goings on of the comic book community. It seems like every day I go to my favorite websites or peruse Twitter and I become inundated with rage filled comments, inflammatory columns on controversial subjects, and generally a feeling of bubbling anger and indignation from the comic book community at large. People seem angry at each other, their books, and creators all at the same time. But why?
As I drifted off to sleep last night I was musing about
these conundrums. When I finally dozed off I was hopeful to forget about the
cares of the day. But my dreams were interrupted by large and calamitous
thunder. It sounded to me as if the world itself may tear asunder. I stood in
an empty field as energetic crackles swarmed the skies and filled my ears with
the low hum of the cosmos. Suddenly, the ground swelled before me and erupted
in a towering mountain of gleaming and polished stone! Higher and higher the peak rose until I was fairly
sure the top was somewhere off in infinity. What was this? Where was I? It was
then that I heard the distinct noise of something flying from the top of this
soaring peak. I gazed as off in the distance a silver speck began a rapid
descent to my level. It wasn’t long before I realized the speck was in the
shape of a surfboard and that a human figure stood on this alien device. Soon
the board hovered only a couple of feet away from me and its rider jumped down
to meet me. In front of me stood the King himself, Jack Kirby! He was wearing
something straight out of his New Gods comic book series, behind one ear was a
pencil, and in his mouth was one of signature cigars. I opened my mouth to
speak.
“Mr. Kirby! I’m a huge…”
“Huge fan, yeah, yeah. I know kid. I didn’t bring you here
to stroke my ego,” replied my greatest comic book hero.
“Where exactly is ‘here’ anyway?” I asked, the surreal
nature of my circumstance finally striking me.
“This old place? It’s just where Roz and I live. I guess you
could call it paradise or heaven. Me, I call it home.”
I rubbed my hand across the jutting stone. Sizzles of energy
bounced between my fingertips and the rock like little lightning bolts.
“But, again, my fancy mountain isn’t the reason I brought
you here. I hear you’re having some trouble with comic books. I thought, maybe
we could have a little chat. Maybe I can help.”
“Golly Mr. Kirby! You want to help me? I don’t know what to
say…”
“Well don’t canonize me a saint yet kid. It’s not just for
your benefit. I got a few messages I want you to take back.”
“This isn’t going to turn into some kind of ghost revenge
scheme on Stan Lee is it?”
“No, I got a different guy to do that smartass. Listen, you
got some paper or something you can write this on?”
“I don’t think so, I’m not sure I’m even corporeal at the
moment…”
“Fine, fine. Here”
With that he pulled from his side Mighty Mjolnir, the hammer
of Thor, and struck the side of his massive mountain. Two perfectly shaped
stone tablets fell off and into his hands. He grabbed the pencil from behind
his ear and drew into existence a chisel for me to use.
“Here, pay attention and take notes.”
“Alright, but what’s this all about? Who am I supposed to
tell about this?”
“The messages are for everyone who enjoys the medium I
helped to create. It’s high time someone tells them to shape up.”
“You think you and I can change the way comic book fans
act?”
“No, I think I can
change the way they act. You’re just my Moses kid. Alright, here we go.”
“First on the list: Stop buying things you don’t like! I am
sick and tired of legions of people flocking to message boards and making
laundry lists of complaints about the newest crossover or lamenting the state
of Action Comics or whatever. As a consumer you only get one way to vote and
that’s your purchase power. Editorial and management aren’t going to change a
book if it’s selling. If you don’t like the way a title is going at the moment,
then don’t support it with your hard earned moolah. Don’t be a completest. Be a savvy purchaser. Buy only what tickles
your fancy and only what you won’t later regret. If you’re just buying to fill
your long boxes, you’re missing the point.”
I sat there chiseling furiously as Kirby lit up another
cigar in preparation for his next diatribe.
“Next, everyone needs to calm down a bit and step away from
the ledge. People seem to take it real personal when creators change anything
about their favorite books. Look, I get being personally invested in a
character, it’s the sign of a good creation, but nobody is out to get you. Your
childhood is, and always will be, safe from the machinations of the writers and
artists of today. Nobody can go back in time and take those happy memories away
from you. But nobody can let your nostalgia dictate the market either. That
kind of thinking leads to treadmill storytelling, where we just sub out
creators to rehash the same plots and ideas over and over. It’s unhealthy.
Change is and must always be a constant. Otherwise you aren’t creating, you’re
just masturbating. You can’t keep everything the same as it ever was. Any
desire to the contrary strengthens the buttress between comics and new
readership. Without new readers we will find ourselves in a dearth of
imaginative creators in the future and eventually the whole medium will just
wither away to nothing.”
At this point I had to switch to the next stone.
“And another thing, stop being so jaded about everything.
Comics are a form of serial storytelling. Just because one month they tell you
a guy is dead, don’t mean he is really dead or always will be dead. That’s a
literal trope in fiction, the fake out death. No, it’s not always okay and yes
it’s been used a lot lately in comics but you make them do it! Every time they
kill someone, they sell thousands more copies of that issue. Again, if you
don’t like it, don’t buy it! Just because Doc Ock is in Spider-Man’s body
doesn’t mean there won’t be Peter Parker stories again! Even if the company and
the writer say this is the new status quo, always remember that you are just in
the middle of a story. The plot is always moving even if you have to wait a
month to see the next installment. They aren’t going to tell you where it’s
going. You’ll just have to read and find out!”
The air was thick with cigar smoke and dust from the stone I
was carving. It didn’t matter though, I was holding onto my breath fearful that
if I breathed too loud I might miss some important lesson.
“Anything else Mister Kirby?”
“Of course! All of these readers need to really think hard
about supporting some new talent! I worked in the Golden Age of Comics and I
have to tell you, I think there is a new one going on right now. There are lots
of new people coming onto the scene with crazy and interesting ideas or artists
with styles we haven’t experienced yet. But they can’t get people to buy their
stuff, so sometimes they wither on the vine. People are too caught up in keeping
in the loop on continuity driven tales from Marvel and DC that they don’t know
what’s passing them by. The internet can tell you what you missed in one of the
10 titles starring Batman and you won’t have to spend your money on it. Use
those dollars to pick something new and different up. Don’t give super heroes
up, don’t give up Marvel and DC books, just be aware that there are other books out
there that are dynamic and worth reading! You can say you were there for the
first tales put out by the next crop of superstars. You can be a part of the
new Golden Age! Pledge to buy an independent comic a month you never know what
you might find.”
“So true Mr. Kirby, so true.” I said rubbing my throbbing
wrist.
“Still not done kid.”
“My last bit of advice is for the really angry folks out
there. I want them to stop forgetting that the characters are fictional and the
creators are real. No more death threats to writers just because you think your
childhood has been stolen from you. No more accosting people at conventions and
telling them how much they suck. Writers and artists are people, working hard to make a
living. That doesn’t mean you can’t be critical. Criticism is constructive,
it can help the creator and the industry grow.
But that isn’t what usually happens. ‘Fans’ everywhere rip into creators
and will take any opportunity they get to tell them to go home, pack it up, that
they’re the worst, and how dare they think they could create something. These
people aren’t helping, nor do they want to. They haven’t created anything
themselves and don’t like that someone else is succeeding in producing
something. They aren’t coming from a place of help, they are coming from a place
of spite and vitriol. They hate themselves because they don’t get to create
things so they tear down the people who do create things. Don’t be like that.
Nobody likes that person. Someday one of them will go too far and Joe Quesada
or Dan DiDio will set fire to the offices and books of their respective
companies and they will mail the ashes to these people and ask ‘Are you happy
now?’ If we move away from these kinds of attitudes we can create a more
inclusive and awesome community of fans and creators. Things will change and
they will be great.”
I sat silently nodding my head as Kirby finished. I may have
shed a tear.
“And that, is what you will tell them kid.”
With that a rainbow bridge appeared and Kirby motioned me
towards it. I got on and it started to pull me back towards Earth and I watched
as behind me Kirby and a legion of comic book creators and fans waved goodbye. When
I woke up, I swore I could still smell the cigar smoke and I wrote every word
down on a real piece of paper.
So that’s my story and those are the words of one our
mightiest creators. If you don’t mind me saying, I think they are pretty
prescient. Maybe if we thought about them and really took measure of ourselves
we could help to destroy “the comic book community” we have always known and
make something better for the future.
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