It’s been a very slow reading week. I can’t seem to focus on much of anything — I’ve been trying to read Saturday by Ian McEwan, but (even though I recognize it’s a lovely book) I just can’t get into it. But I want to read. I want to read a lot, I just can’t seem to focus enough on it.
For me, comics are literature in a hurry. That is not to say that they are in any way “less” than traditional printed volumes or any other creative medium. Comics certainly are not created in a hurry, they are rarely fully understood or studied in a hurry, but thanks to comics I can have a quality reading experience in a relatively short amount of time. In a similar fashion to watching television or a film, comics are largely processed without overtly thinking about how it happens. As the reader skims over the page of a comic, the illustrator need only provide pivotal images to get the reader through and provide the bones of a plot. The reader does the rest. The reader’s understanding is the connective tissue that binds the images together.
I think that’s just brilliant, to think of comics a little like television. There’s good television and bad television, television that makes you think and television that lets you tune out. Comics have a bad reputation, I suspect, because people don’t see enough of the comics that make you think and too many of the comics that let you sit back and be lazy like a lame episode of reality tv.
So what comics did I go to this week? The next two up in my read through of the Fables series by Bill Willingham — Volume 8: Wolves, and Volume 9: Sons of Empire. They were both excellent, as always. Well-crafted characters, compelling plotlines, and
Point of this Sunday Salon? Read Andi’s piece, then go and check out a comic book if you haven’t already. Don’t be embarassed about checking it out of the library or asking for one from a friend, just do it. You won’t regret it.