• About
  • Shop
  • Shows
  • Videos

Tag Archives: Drew Barth

Episode 510: Drew Barth Redux

12 Saturday Feb 2022

Posted by thedrunkenodyssey in Comic Books, Episode

≈ 4 Comments

Tags

Beta Ray Bill, Drew Barth, Thor, Walt Simonson

Episode 510 of The Drunken Odyssey, your favorite podcast about creative writing and literature is available on Apple podcasts, stitcher, spotify, or click here to stream (right click to download, if that’s your thing).

On today’s show, I talk to TDO’s comic book blogger Drew Barth to discuss Walt Simonson’s astounding mythical, iconoclastic run on Thor back in the 1980s.

Drew Barth at Miami Book Fair in 2019.

TEXTS DISCUSSED

Samples from this great run…

NOTES

ScribophileTDO listeners can get 20% of a premium subscription to Scribophile. After using the above link to register for a basic account, go here while still logged in to upgrade the account with the discount.

The Kerouac Project of Orlando is open for applications for its residency program.


Episode 510 of The Drunken Odyssey, your favorite podcast about creative writing and literature is available on Apple podcasts, stitcher, spotify, or click here to stream (right click to download, if that’s your thing).

Comics Are Trying to Break Your Heart #94: Bad Island

29 Thursday Oct 2020

Posted by thedrunkenodyssey in Comic Books, Comics Are Trying to Break Your Heart

≈ 1 Comment

Tags

bad Island, Drew Barth, Stanley Donwood

Comics Are Trying to Break Your Heart #94 by Drew Barth

A Quiet Island

Silence in a graphic novel is oppressive. We as readers must face the images directly. This directness is what we see throughout Stanley Donwood’s Bad Island. But his latest work is more than just a directness of images—it is a sweepingly haunting work of cyclical disasters and unspoken horror. Without a single word, Donwood is able to evoke a near constant feeling of unease and dread throughout with only 170 woodblock carved images.

Bad Island, for the most part, is a graphic novel about disasters on a single island in the middle of the ocean. We’re witness to the island giving birth to new life—large creatures with sharp teeth not unlike dinosaurs—before the island splits open with a great volcano and swallows them whole. But there are survivors. Smaller animals and people rebuild. Houses and kingdoms rise from the ground, large buildings and power plants follow before they’re bombed into ruins. But another cycle of rebuilding and survival brings them back from destitution before the final atomic disaster decimates whatever is left of the island. All of this story is presented as stark black and white images similar to the cover and without a single word besides the title.

These images are what make Bad Island such an evocative story. Each full-page image reads like a tarot card predicting disaster. And there is a disaster lurking somewhere on nearly every page. The shadow of humanity looms large across the images, hidden between trees and waves and clouds before it ensnares the island fully. Even if we don’t see an actual person on the page, we see the void humanity creates in just a silhouette and two little dots for eyes. But we see what that humanity does to the island—cuts down forests until nothing remains, builds until the animals disappear, harvests energy until the clouds blacken, and bombs until the island is just a skid mark across the ocean.

It isn’t until you see the whole of earth’s history in a microcosm throughout Donwood’s carved images that the effect of his wordless work hits. Bad Island reads like an enigmatic poem—its desolation recalling The Waste Land—with only the imagery to speak for its story. As readers, we flip through each page expecting revelations on this island and why it is continually meeting disaster. But we never get those answers outside of what we make ourselves. We only see the world revolting and humanity destroying and are left wondering where the island could go afterward.

In the end, Bad Island will occupy many shelves with many readers over the years digging further and further into its thick lines and negative spaces. As far as wordless works go, it is easily one of the strongest to fully embrace the visual nature of comics and create images that speak more than words could.

Get excited. Get silent.


Drew Barth (Episode 331) is a writer residing in Winter Park, FL. He received his MFA from the University of Central Florida. Right now, he’s worrying about his cat.

Comics Are Trying to Break Your Heart #92: Hey, Demon, It’s Me, Ya Boy, Jason Blood

14 Wednesday Oct 2020

Posted by thedrunkenodyssey in Comic Books, Comics Are Trying to Break Your Heart

≈ Leave a comment

Tags

Comics Are Trying to Break Your Heart, Drew Barth, Jack Kirby, Jason Blood, The Demon

Comics Are Trying to Break Your Heart #92 by Drew Barth

Hey, Demon, It’s Me, Ya Boy, Jason Blood

The creative force of Jack Kirby is the lifeblood of modern comics. His influence can be felt in every monthly comic coming from DC or Marvel and in nearly every superhero movie in this century. His aims were cosmic in scale and even grander in ambition, but at no point did his work ever escape the core humanity that was imbued within his pencils. And while we can wax poetic about Kirby’s galactic and superhero work, it is Halloween season, so it’s time to dive into one of his spookier creations that has become a staple of the DC Universe: The Demon, Etrigan.

Who is this Demon? Etrigan was spawned from the words of Merlin as Camelot fell to the sorceress Morgaine le Fey. This Demon would be the protector of Merlin and Camelot as Merlin’s magic entombed himself and his Eternity Book away from le Fey so that her magic would fade with time. But, of course, that doesn’t happen. We’ve passed the time of ancient kingdoms and into the 70s where demonologist, Jason Blood, is researching the origins of a mysterious piece of parchment that has been in his family for hundreds of years and how it affects his fate. And so the words on the parchment help to bring forth The Demon, Etrigan and Morgaine le Fey is still around searching for Merlin’s Eternity Book. All of this, as is typical of Kirby’s work, is only in the first half of the first issue of The Demon series.

Kirby’s The Demon came at a time when Kirby was deep in his Fourth World series. DC, at the time, were looking to expand into some more weird adventures like The Phantom Stranger and House of Mysteryand asked Kirby for his best takes. Kamandi, The Last Boy on Earthand The Demonleapt fully formed from his imagination onto the page—the latter over dinner with his wife and assistants one night. So much of The Demonis steeped in Kirby’s endless imagination—from stories playing off The Phantom of the Operato the twisted magics of Klarion, the Witch Boy, every issue feels as though it could have been its own series. They wanted weird adventure, and Kirby gave them great adventures in the medium.

The Demon stands as one of Kirby’s greatest storytelling achievements. As characters, Etrigan and Jason Blood fit so seamlessly into the fabric of the DC Universe it’s hard to imagine the canon without them. And even with a series and a character born from the from the fires of hell, our protagonists still carry with them that essential Kirby humanity and compassion. At his scariest, at the most gruesome, it’s hard to be scared reading through a Kirby comic because there is that ever present feeling of safety in his panels. He believed in the triumph of heroes, no matter their origin, and The Demon is one of Kirby’s greatest triumphs.

Get excited. Get gone, form of man.


Drew Barth (Episode 331) is a writer residing in Winter Park, FL. He received his MFA from the University of Central Florida. Right now, he’s worrying about his cat.

Blog at WordPress.com.

  • Follow Following
    • thedrunkenodyssey.com
    • Join 3,118 other followers
    • Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
    • thedrunkenodyssey.com
    • Customize
    • Follow Following
    • Sign up
    • Log in
    • Report this content
    • View site in Reader
    • Manage subscriptions
    • Collapse this bar
 

Loading Comments...