09/22/2006

Graphic Novel Goodness: One Down, Four To Go

Because my habit is to rarely talk about works in progress, most visitors to BGF Central don't know that over the past 4 years I have completed scripts to five (and 3/4ths) graphic novels. ***

  • First one is buried deep in a box in the garage where no one will ever see it.  I should find it, chop it into bits, jump on it and set it aflame just to make sure it can't get out and hurt anyone. It was my I Wonder How You Write A Graphic Novel? experiment.
  • Second one is waiting for Just The Right Artist to come along.
  • Fourth one seemed like a good idea at the time, but in truth it sucks. It can probably be fixed, but doing so isn't on my immediate or near-future radar. Eventually I'll get back to poking at it with a cudgel, but not anytime soon.
  • Fifth one is currently being unleashed upon by The Mighty And Talented Bruno.
  • (The 3/4ths one, which came between the first and the second, is entirely too long of a tale of woe to get into here (or anywhere for that matter). And that's all we'll say about that.)

But the third one? It makes me chuckle that the third one out of the word processor is the first one to actually get off of a drafting table. Last week artist Mia Wolff sent a CD holding the entire completed 100-page shebang. Because all tech hates me, it took me this long to get the files to open up so I could go ooooo at the pages.  The spread below is one of my favorites from our book.

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Yes, I'm biased. But damn this thing is pretty! Mia did a fabbo job.

*** The items labeled "Project A" and "Project B" that have been on the siderail for a while are not g/ns. Those are regular novels.   What's funny is the word count doesn't actually mean anything in the traditional sense...Long story, interesting only to Moi.

09/17/2006

Digital Libraries!

UC libraries partner with Google to digitize books
UC becomes the newest partner in the Google books library project

The University of California libraries today (Wednesday) announced their partnership with Google to digitize books from the libraries' collections. UC becomes the latest partner in the Google Books Library Project, which was launched in December 2004 to digitize books drawn from the libraries of the University of Michigan, Harvard University, Stanford University, Oxford University, and the New York Public Library.

The digitized books will be searchable through Google Book Search. Google respects copyright law and has specifically designed Book Search to comply with it. Anyone will be able to freely view, browse and read UC's public domain books, including many of the treasures in the libraries' historic and special collections.

It looks like several major university libraries are in on this. Score!

09/12/2006

Clarion East Moving to San Diego = Not Something To Happy Dance About

Tossing this here so I can find it easily when Big Mouth returns.

And I second the Sarah G. rocks kudos.

Bummer.

Returned many hours later to drop a bit of clarifying rambles.

It is no secret that for a long time UCSD has wanted to build an MFA writing program stout enough to go against the high profile MFA writing programs located in those counties north of them which produce  high profile, award winning, media attention-landing marvels. If the MFA writing program dreams of UCSD were a secret, that's news to me and I'm not immersed in academic circles.

What I did see on the post linked above was a board member talking about how the move means the students will be able to stay in air conditioned rooms, will be close to the beach and entertainment and will have good public transportation to take them to the beach and entertainment.

I had no idea those were priorities for Clarion. Wish I had known that before last year's auction.

Oh, and cross country flights are cheap! "For most students it wouldn't be a problem." Wow. Either Walter Jon Williams has forgotten what it's like to be in a position where you're not sure where payment for the light bill is coming from this month, let alone covering rent/housenote and such while away for six weeks, or this is another example of the real-world socioeconomic myopia that is rather present within the ranks of the genre folks. There's a reason at least one person I know of drove from Florida to Michigan because there was quite simply no money available to fly.

What I did not see in the press release is any indication of what will happen after the five years are up. I see a few points to be deeply concerned about, knowing UCSD's desire to build a killer MFA writing program. I'd like to take the release at its word that during those five years UCSD the workshop will be left alone. But the "scholarships will be competitive" raises a flag. Is UCSD helping to supplement those scholarships during this hands-off period, shifting funds in-demand for use within the university to support an outside program? If so, that means the university has made an investment that doesn't *quite* conform to the definition of "hands off".  Another flag, UCSD will house and preserve the Clarion archives. So there's another investment UCSD is making on top of workshop infrastructure costs (administrative, student housing, perhaps use of an intern or two hijacked from the English department, all that air conditioning, and so forth). There's nothing in the release to indicate if UCSD will release those archives when the five year sunset hits, should Clarion decide to move elsewhere.

Thing is, there's no such thing as a free ride.

Hand Clarion to USCD. Let it provide the infrastructure . Give it the archives. Let it  (possibly) provide financial support to Clarion students. Let it spend its money and in-kind resources on this autonomous program. Give it the Clarion name/cachet, whatever that's worth. All the while, UCSD has the reputation and history of a nifty quirky scifi writing workshop thing to point to while it's building its MFA writing program.

And then the five years are up. does Clarion walk? If it does, does UCSD, in this era where all California institutions of learning are struggling for funds, smile and wave goodbye without a single concern for recouping all it has invested? What if, come year six, Clarion looks around at its nice, cushy setup and decide that the academic life ain't such a bad one?  At that point, does UCSD drop the other shoe and explain that staying means formally joining with the MFA program in some way? Or does it say -- after all that investment -- done using you, now, you can go?

Didn't MSU pretty much kick the workshop to the curb because at the core officials there felt it wasn't recouping the cost to keep it? With California's budget in crisis and every single public education outlet scrambling for funds, you think UCSD Which Really Wants An MFA Writing Program is going to give and give and give without a care for getting back? Even the Godfather always "asked" for a favor, and he might wait years before telling you what that favor entailed.

Aside from that, here's why this move bothers this Clarion graduate. MFA programs tend not to accept are walk ons. MFA programs are for people who want MFAs, people who are of the academic life (which ain't easy on the pocketbook, emotions or life balance stuff, by the way), people who have made a massive life and financial commitment to get that piece of paper which they hope down the road will be their magic ticket to grants and appointments and think tanks and whatever other stuff they can't get to without that degree.

I wonder how many people wouldn't even *think* of going to Clarion if it were sucked into an MFA machine? Line Clarion up with an MFA/academia life and you've immediately eliminated a lot of potential participants. There's a huge difference between figuring out a way to pull off six weeks and having the desire, let alone the resources, to pull off a years-long MFA.

What the board has decided to do is take an independent program with a fairly democratic admissions process, move it across the country a few states below an existing Clarion, and hand it over to a university known to be on the hunt to create a program that can bring it the pretty glitter just like the ones a few counties to the north. Meanwhile, so sorry for all of you people in the midwest and east. Thank god flights are cheap these days, huh?

For the record, there are tons of writers whose careers have proven that one doesn't need a Clarion-type program to learn the basics, discover confidence and set out in pursuit of a career meeting whatever definition of success that writer has in mind.

There are also quite a few genre writers who are naked in their envy of how fewer hoops a non-genre writer has to jump through to get academic respect. They find ways to "cover" their identity and work as being of genre, they swap information on which of MFA academic writing programs are "genre friendly." Frankly, I think those people need to find something else to write. This type of writer would *love* for Clarion to turn MFA.

The idea that Clarion could possibly be morphed into an academic bubble  makes me ill. Goodbye blue collar walk-ons with a loan or two to cover the workshop and the bills back home, an unpaid leave of absence from work, their own or a borrowed laptop (or yes, this happens, a TYPEWRITER), and a vague mass of ideas lacking plot stuffed their heads. Hello MFA academia, where potentially talented walk-ons are not allowed.

None of what I'm rambling about might happen, but you have to be far less cynical than I to not see the groundwork already being laid. I can actually visualize the post-UCSD MFA Program !!!Now With More Clarion !!! press release announcing this Exciting New Opportunity.

I guess there's nothing to do but wait and see what happens come year six.

09/09/2006

"His evil genius was upon him."

Within the past few weeks, the internet(s)  gifted me with a book from 1881 which is hugely fat with Morgan's Raid. It contains many things I didn't  know, fleshes out details I'd only seen brought up in passing elsewhere, and confirms a couple of facts that have always been slippery. It also tells me exactly how much money that man cost the state when it was all over (exclusive of transport and subsistence, of course).

*** Zulu dance of victory ***

I'm not allowed to continue reading this, now! This is for Later! I really should put it down! If I keep reading this and don't put it down, Goonan is going to kick my ass!! Wait ... what's this about he had scouted out the fords, ahead of time? WEEKS ahead of time?? That would mean that even as he told Bragg "yes, suh" he was well on his way toward designing the plan he REALLY planned to execute. Evil genius indeed.

No, really. I have to put it down, now. I'm gonna...soon...

(Post title is from a line in the book.)

07/11/2006

Black Maestro: The Epic Life of an American Legend (about Jimmy Winkfield, pioneering jockey)

Excuse this brief interlude. Cannot lose this to the morass of links on the harddrive. Came across a small factoid when researching something unrelated last year, sniffed around, got a tip, hunted more and just now discovered this fascinating thing I must be able to easily snag again. Wowie. That's how the universe works.

Joe Drape's Black Maestro: The Epic Life of an American Legend is the biography of a black jockey named Jimmy Winkfield, who was born in 1882, four years after the first black heavyweight champion, Jack Johnson, a far more influential and famous athlete. He shared with Johnson the fact that he was born into a generation that had no firsthand experience of slavery, a generation white southerners of the day called New Negroes, a potentially troublesome lot. Winkfield was born in Chilesburg, Kentucky, in the heart of Bluegrass Country, the youngest of seventeen children. His parents died when he was very young, although the causes and even the dates of their deaths are unclear. Drape tells us Jimmy "was alone. . . . [He] was estranged from his siblings." So, as we are told, "he orphaned himself" to horses. Why he wasn't reared by his siblings and why they were estranged is uncertain. Like Topsy, one supposes, he just grew. The difficulty of reconstructing Winkfield's childhood and familial relationships is part of the problem with this biography; Winkfield seems, in many respects, an impenetrable subject, much more so than some of his black contemporaries like Johnson and bicyclist Major Taylor.

Winkfield began riding as a teenager and soon developed into a first-rate jockey, indeed, an extraordinary one with a great feel for horses. He traveled the thoroughbred circuit, which included New Orleans, Chicago, and Saratoga Springs, NY. It was in the North that he faced his greatest difficulty, as the white jockeys, particularly the Irish, moved violently and relentlessly to kick blacks off the horses. Race wars were fought on the tracks, sometimes resulting in serious injury. In this instance, it was the white southerners who were forced to acquiesce to the demands of the northern white jockeys and horse-racing moguls like August Belmont Jr. who wanted blacks out of the jockey business. They succeeded, but not before Winkfield won the Kentucky Derby, America's most storied race (though at the time not its richest one), in 1901 and 1902. (Black riders won twelve of the first twenty-two Derbies, which was first run in 1875.)

Pre-loaded CCI geekery continues on the morn.

06/14/2006

O Flying Spaghetti Monster, Hear My Plea

Spaghettimonster_7 Please send the people across the street back to wherever the hell it is they came from. They've been here for months now and it's just not working out. Please take their screaming fights, their howling pack of  hellions, their late night parties, their collection of firecrackers and -I must insist on the importance of this item -  that obscenely loud lawn mower scooter they insist on driving up and down the street for 10 hours at a time some days, even past dark. As of this moment of typing they've been zooming up and down the block at top volume for three hours, fifty five minutes. And you very well know what happened on Sunday.

I'm not the only one on the block who feels this way, but the rest of them are praying to that other God. I thought I should try one who might be able to pull down actual results.

We think they'll be happier down the road a little bit in Compton. Or perhaps even Fontana? There's lots of space still in the Inland Empire. They could load up in a nice double-wide on a half acre of land, say, free to run with the wolves without driving the neighbors to the brink of homicide.

Help us, Flying Spaghetti Monster. You're our only hope.

06/09/2006

It Will Always Hear You Cry

Hussy_sign_8 Well there's one thing you can't lose
It's that feel
Your pants, your shirt, your shoes
But not that feel

You can throw it out in the rain
You can whip it like a dog
You can chop it down like an old dead tree
You can always see it
When you're coming into town
Once you hang it on the wall
You can never take it down

But there's one thing you can't lose
And it's that feel
You can pawn your watch and chain
But not that feel

It always comes and finds you
It will always hear you cry
I cross my wooden leg
And I swear on my glass eye
It will never leave you high and dry
Never leave you loose
It's harder to get rid of than tattoos

But there's one thing you can't loose
Is lose that feel
But there's one thing you can't loose
Is lose that feel

You can throw it off a bridge
You can lose it in the fire
You can leave it at the altar
But it will make you out a liar
You can fall down in the street
You can leave it in the lurch

Well you say that it's gospel

But I know that it's only church

But there's one thing you can't lose
And it's that feel
It's that feel
It's that feel

The man is an international treasure, courtesy of the US of A.

06/08/2006

Culture Shopping

He Who Really Should Find A Hobby Other Than Harassing Me All The Time has reminded me of my rare moment of more personal than usual public revelation, when I shared rambly thoughts on my very own act of  cultural appropriation. Which I don't remember writing about, but apparently I did back when I first started  exploring the concept of Blog. As the challenge he threw down was pointed and true (though we'll be fighting over  bits of some of his allegations for many messages to come), I decided ONE SINGLE ELEMENT OF WHAT HE SAID is correct, which means I must put that link from the old site up here.

Culture Shopping. (For context, the reference to VDG = Virgin de Guadalupe.)

It's not directly related to genre at all, but it does line up with the general topic.

I also have something else in the email that is absolutely correct - a short take on the issue that never came to my mind, which is why I'm grateful that so many of my friends are smarter than I - but I'm waiting for permission to throw it up here.

So there will be more, later.

On The Upset That Emerged From The Cultural Appropriation Panel At WisCon 30. (Need We Add That This Is Another Longish One?)

As I start to delve into this many-location discussion about cultural appropriation launched by a panel at the recent WisCon (sending you to where I got started, the roundup at Nalo's blog ... from there you will find links to links to links), I gotta say I'm LOVIN' it! Yes, some of us are having all sorts of self-preservation reactions, and some of us seem to  not quite understand the discussion is not about the alleged pain of the majority culture, and lots of us are exhibiting signs of Upset.

And you know what? All of that is FINE. This is an enormously difficult issue to deal with. If it wasn't so hard we wouldn't have to keep having the same conversation over and again for a bajillion years. Acknowledge that, get the first rounds of screaming and hurt feelings out, then attempt the Head To Desk trench-level work of Doing Something About It. Open dialog is the  second step.

Top of head thoughts. ... I take from wherever I need, I write about whatever I choose, and I make no apologies for that. What is the line between that attitude and 'appropriation'? It's far more than my having the cover of being a double minority. I know that there are certain things I can easily get away with that majority culture writers or males of any race cannot. I will not immediately be judged for certain things in the same way a majority culture writer would. (I will be judged *eventually*, but I get a cushion because realities I'm not going to get into here as this is probably gonna be long enough.)  I view that as a small gift I from the universe for having to put up with genre's heteronormative, male dominated,  majority culture walking around as if me and mine and everyone we know were but the invisible universe they move through.

What I'm seeing in many of these discussions rolling around is a lot of basic artist chest thumping, folks standing on the mountaintop proclaiming their right to explore the whole of the world in their works, and irritation that anyone suggest otherwise. I'm seeing lots of yeah man, right on in response and can't help but to notice that a lot of these folks are so busy celebrating themselves that they've cheered right past the root problem. This issue of cultural appropriation and representation is not about validating you as One Of The Good Guys, nor is it about denying an artist the right to harvest from many fields during the Quest.

It's about the fact that for all your proclaiming of I Can, nine times out of ten? You Don't.

You give us white males. You give us white women. You give us straights. You give us enough Heinlein Coloreds to populate a multitude of multiverses for several generations. (That's a character who is of pigment on the surface, but in all other respects is as culturally white, Western and as middle class as yourselves, who also tend to exist in a speculative or fantasy world curiously free of any ethnic, cultural or socioeconomic nuance.) You give us fantasy systems based on standard Brittania tropes. You don't like dealing with the poor every much. Why are your vampires so very pale and so very rich? Why do so many of your fantasy tropes pull from the Western European traditions? Why for the love of god aren't you yet sick of elves? To borrow another Absolutely True (for me) line, why are werewolves always men?

Rare is the majority culture genre writer   who tries to reach past those boundaries and inhabit an other or two or three, let alone manage to do so with astonishing humanity, beauty and grace. (Those are random links to some of my favorite examples. Fully aware that a couple of them some may want to argue down. But personally, I give kudos to those who give it the old college try. And also, those who try to argue these examples down are Wrong, so who cares what they think? ha!)

What sets off my Pavlovian Response  - okay, one of the MANY things that sets off my Pavlovian Response when it comes to this general issue -  are those writers and fans who say Well, i'm not X so I can't write about X. I don't feel COMFORTABLE writing X. I don't KNOW people who are X. I can't RELATE to being X. Odd how X often tends to NOT be a astronaut, an elf, a physicist, a vampire slayer, an S&S sorcerer or barbarian, a robot or any other artificial lifeform, a multi-armed creature from Mars, or a hyperintelligent shade of the color blue.

Isn't that interesting? These writers and fans can put themselves into the psyche and shoes of every OTHER 'other' save the one that lives on the other side of the tracks. Yet there's much demanding for the right to appropriate, even as the the geek sphere has consistently exhibited a vast level of disinterest in all sorts of cultures beyond the default.

Let me tell you what cultural appropriation is...

This is Nasdijj,  the white male writer of gay erotica who reinvented himself as a Navajo in order to launch a brilliant writing career. This is Asa Carter, the Klansman who wrote the words segregation now! segregation tomorrow! segregation forever! who reinvented himself as a half-Cherokee in order to launch a less-brilliant literary career.

Let me ask if this is cultural appropriation...

This is Equiano the African, the slave whose account of surviving the Middle Passage set the standard for slave narratives for hundreds of years, yet whom, as later scholarship revealed, was actually born in South Carolina and never in life set foot on the African continent.

Pop quiz! What, if any, is the difference between the actions of Nasdijj and Carter, and the apparent actions of Equiano? Did the Southern-born American black commit the same sort of crime when he snatched the experiences of actual Africans who survived the crossing to make real the experience of the trade for the abolitionist cause? (And yes to head off the quibble, technically Equiano wasn't 'American' then, but I'm using that designation for purposes of shorthand.) Is your answer based on the race of each author? If so, justify.

What, if any, is the difference between appropriation and storytelling? Did the creators of Anansi Boys and Cold Mountain and Vellum and A Chain of Voices and Mississippi Blues and Kirinyaga commit acts of appropriation or of storytelling? If so, to what extent?

Bonus question! Cast your eye upon the creations of our geek tribe and explain why it is as a whole so very monotone; compare that to the acts of Missing The Point on display throughout the current dust-up, and justify. Your answer to this one will comprise 98% of your grade.

To me, writing is three things:

  1. Empathy
  2. Research
  3. Effort

There's a whole bunch of other stuff that writing (which G & M are attempting to  help me understand and guide me through despite myself) but those three things I knew to be the true foundations back when the thought of Writing occurred to me as a Reality. I thank journalism for that, and also being an obsessive who can spend YEARS hunting down obscure factoids just Because.

Let me horribly paraphrase a few lines from one of the Sandman*** one-offs. I think it was in the winter special but I'm not precisely sure, as that would involve getting up and diving through the longboxes and I'm not going to stop to do that right now. If I feel like it later on, I'll find and add it for purposes of Precision.

Sometimes you fall, yes. And the fall kills you. But sometimes you don't fall, and that's when you fly.

Those lines (which again, are not the ACTUAL lines, but a close approximation) branded onto my soul when I first read that story. Those lines, that whole story actually, are Absolutely True.

You must first make the attempt. You might fuck up making the attempt. They're all gonna laugh at you. So what. How else are you gonna fly?

It's one thing to choose to not acknowledge the myriad Other around you when you set out to do your fiction. I might even argue that this is your right, in a Woody Allen sense, if you choose to unleash your skills exploring a unique cultural subset with as much verisimilitude as you can muster to which this type of issue is not entirely applicable. But it's something else ENTIRELY to recognize those differences, yet be too afraid to even make the attempt to engage with them on any level in the fictional worlds that you create from your soul. What's wrong with your creator soul that the thought of realigning yourself beyond your default boundaries is so very frightful that you won't even make the attempt? If you are too afraid to do that, perhaps it's time to take another look at the job description.

If Kwasi does not mind, I will liberate a bit or two from his thoughts that line up with this particular topic.

Obviously I have absolutely no idea what it means to relate to someone who does not look like me. Ok, bad sarcasm aside, the truth is that every genre fan of color must by definition be able to relate to people who are different from them. There is no other way to get into the genre.

Is my creator soul more pure than yours because I have never had the luxury to not see what you don't?  If that were the case, then why in my early days did Damon Knight have to tell me to go back into the library stacks and find something to replace the anachronistic European angel I was using for a story? If my status as double minority granted me a secret key to the Mysteries, why did a white guy have to tell me to stop being afraid that They wouldn't get it if I used something else, and to keep in line with what I was already doing with that particular work for the last bit I needed? And if my double minority creator soul were truly ever so very more evolved and respectful than a majority culture writer's, why didn't I have a moment's hesitation slightly tweaking what I needed once I found it because it worked better that way for my story?

(Of course, this brings to mind another question ... what kind of IDIOT argues with a man who has been writing longer than you've been alive? Oh, yeah. That was me. Once we finished fighting about the angel, we started fighting about the title. You can pretty much guess who won all of those skirmishes.)

Many moons ago I was told that perhaps that at my core I'm jealous, and this is partial fuel to my Pavlovian Response to this sort of stuff. I think about that every once in a while, edging closer to the potentiality that the observation is a Truth.

I am within our general cultural stew, so my baseline overlaps with that of the general and the geek majority cultures'. I understand their Givens because, being a person living in this world and paying attention, I see them all around me. They are presented to me every day, in fact and fiction. Sometimes I go look up details of things that sound interesting, for no other reason than I want to know. I'll find a book or article. I'll find people to talk to. But this absorption is not reciprocal, particularly in the geek tribe.

They say Troy and I know what has been invoked. I say Memnon, and they don't I'm speaking in the same myth as they. They say Amazon, I understand, I offer Dahomey, then have to explain. They say vampire, I'm with them, I start to say wazimamoto or mumiani or chinjachina or mutumbula or nama  and realize, why bother? Sometimes you don't want to have to educate. Sometimes you'd like the small relief of knowing that your Givens are part of the playing field, at least on the radar. But how can they be when members of one reality do not have to pay attention to what's going on in the other in a general life sense if they choose not to? That's why some take the  protective approach that we're lucky to be in the background. We're a Heinlein Colored jigging at the side of the 'real' hero, or a magical negro who pops up just in time to provide the bit of folksy insight or physical sacrifice needed to help the 'real' hero along to His Great Destiny. We are, as the woman said, the people they don't see.

Maybe that's why werewolves are always men.

So, as the celebrants march by in their Yaay, Us! It's All About Art! That Other Stuff Doesn't Matter! We're In The Clear! parade waving banners signaling both their geek tribe unity and their general cluelessness? I just sit on the curb, munch my hot dog and seethe, wondering how long, Lord? How long.

*** Shut UP, Giggles.

06/05/2006

A Review of Gunned Down

Okay, technically this review came out in Comic Book Galaxy on April 19, 2006, but I just found out about it last week. Therefore, it's brand shiny new! I'm cut/paste most of it - okay pretty much just the part dealing with Me and Bruno -  because while I can call it up in cache at the site, I can't call it up live. I keep getting an error message. As we all know, this is probably because All Tech Hates Me. The link below takes you to the GD page at Terra Major.

Gunned_down_cover Gunned Down
By: Gabriel Ba, Shane Amaya, Fabio Moon, Pam Noles, Jefferson Costa, and others
Publisher: Terra Major; $10 USD
 

Gunned Down is an anthology of ten Western short stories illustrated by Brazilian artists, collected here by Shane Amaya's Terra Major imprint. A collection of stories of the Old American West by a group of Brazilians is an interesting, if unusual, concept, and as anthologies go this is a fairly consistent collection, with two of the stories in particular standing out from the rest of the crowd.

The anthology's strongest stories are also two of its longest - Stagecoach Mary by Pam Noles and Bruno D'Angelo, and Indian Face by Shane Amaya and Gabriel Ba. These two stories alone make this collection worthwhile; despite the shortcomings of several of the other stories included, these standouts make Gunned Down well worth the price of admission.

Stagecoach Mary is the story of a enigmatic stagecoach driver who always gets the mail out on time, thanks to some timely aid from a mysterious supernatural benefactor. The narrator relates the story while seemingly unrelated action take place from panel to panel, propelling the story to a rather grisly conclusion. The technique is somewhat disconcerting at first, or maybe I'm just a little slow on the uptake, but it took me a couple of readings to finally figure out how the narrative framework actually melded with the story being told in D'Angelo's drawings; in the end, though, I couldn't help but be impressed by Noles's writing and D' Angelo's stark and moody inking. This story is by far the highlight of the collection.

>snippage if you want to see the rest, go call it up on cache on Comic Book Galaxy<

The fact that a group of Brazilian artists can successfully create stories set in the American West shows the incredible worldwide reach of American folklore and iconography. Terra Major deserves kudos for providing a platform for non-North American talent; perhaps a collection of Brazilian stories by Brazilian artists would provide an even better showcase for their talents in the future.

-- Jim Witt

Me again! for the record, my fave story in the antho remains the two-page Doc Holliday story by Peov.  It is a perfect tribute to an icon, and it's two frickin' pages long. It appears Peov doesn't have a website, though, so he gets no linkage.

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