Omaha, Nebraska on Omaha Perez:
"Perusing the graphic novel without regard to text, the illustrations may appear elementary in comparison to the cover, the figures at first stiff. When synthesizing text and image however, the illustrations mesh perfectly with Perezís askew view of Holmes."
+++++Matches at The Iceberg Lounge
weighs in on Holmes:
"If you're looking for something respectful of its source material, this ain't it. What you'll find in its place is a witty parody of the legend, with Holmes recast as an arrogant yet moronic prick, held together only by the not-inconsiderable services of his trusty Watson. Watson narrates the story, and we learn that the legend of Holmes as the World's Greatest Detective is entirely the invention of Watson, who spins, distorts, and outright lies about the facts plainly in front of him in order to preserve the myth."
...and Matches has surveyed quite a few of not-the-usual-AiT-suspects, looking at Rock Bottom
, and The Couriers
I Gots Me Some Enthusiasm
has as its not-surprising subject this week my unhealthy love for Star Trek;
perhaps moreso is the source
of this week's enthusiasm for it: John Byrne.
Oh, and you've seen this on YMB and at Rich Johnston's column, yeah? Here's the 29-year old pic we're talking about:
Yeah, well, let's see a pic of you
So I've been getting a lot of email asking me about the process of staging the cover photo for the upcoming The Black Diamond
trade. Here's what really happened:
It wasn't staged, at all. Mimi and I were driving over to Adobe one Saturday when she was eight months pregnant, so I was driving like a little old lady. She was even giving me a hard time about it, because we were in a part of town that is just dead on weekends and there's no one around and I'm stopping at four-way intersections and looking both ways five times and just being a nervous-dad-to-be.
So we're driving under that interchange (there's even more stuff going on out of frame; it's just a mass of metal) and she suddenly yells Stop!
at the top of her lungs. Well, I just jam on the brakes and crap my pants because I think I've hit something or something is going to hit us or her water broke prematurely or aliens have invaded or they're bringing back Max Headroom
or we have to change all the money in our pockets into Euros for a quick trip out of the country or something. Like I said: nervous-dad-to-be.
Fortunately, I was only driving, like, three miles per hour, so we hardly even lurched.
"Expletive-laden ungrammatical outburst!" I say, "Expletive!" or something similar.
Look over there, she says.
What, I say, as I am a genius.
It's The Black Diamond
movie poster, she says.
...and no kidding, there's Dr. Don's car, right under The Black Diamond.
So we snap a pic and throw it on the cover of the trade.
Sometimes making comics is just that easy.
The Black Diamond
is only our fourth photo-cover in a hundred graphic novels:
My first Father's Day as a dad.