As you might expect, this week’s PWCW edition features a report on last weekend’s Wizard World Chicago con:
There seemed to be something missing from this year’s Wizard World Chicago, held at the Rosemont Convention Center, August 9-12. It wasn’t the audience: there was a healthy crowd each day, with long lines to get into the more popular panels, and they were spending freely. But the show lacked the sense some other conventions have that lots of important things are happening or at least being announced or premiered.
For my money though, the real piece of note is A. David Lewis’ lengthy tirade against autobiographical comics:
We know there’s a power to autobiography in comics—is it deniable?—but why are so many of You susceptible to it? I go to conventions (fewer by the year), and I pick up Your books (far fewer by the year), and, once again, I get the portrait of the artist as a young wannabe. I read the story of a life neither well-told nor well-lived. I don’t even experience the pleasure of finding a kindred spirit, one who comfortingly has “gone through it,” however that might be defined, like me. They’re not that honest. Nor are they that creative. They’re an exercise in egotism and solipsism. Hell, they don’t even draw themselves that honestly. For real, You don’t look like that!
Also in this week’s edition: part two of the George R.R. Martin interview, a profile of Viper Comics and a look at educational comics from Korea.
August 15th, 2007 at 10:36 am
I wonder what it feels like to go from educated writer to internet troll in one article? Probably greasy, albeit comfortable in the short term. Now let’s all drone in unison: “one of us… one of us…”
August 15th, 2007 at 3:29 pm
It feels quite nice. Kind of liberating.
Been here before, though, gotta say. I got my feathers rubbed seriously the wrong way with Platinum Studios a while ago. And long before that, I was insulting people at WizardWorld Philly.
Tom S. at The Comics Reporter has already given me my deserved medicine. I slurped it heartily. There’s bound to be more, of course.
Sometimes I just feel compelled to kick the hornet’s nest.