Archive for August, 2009
Oxford American on Southern Literature
faked by Professor Fury Monday, August 31st, 2009Two Links: Chaykin, Neufeld
faked by Professor Fury Wednesday, August 26th, 2009What, has the semester begun again already? So it has, so it has. More substantive posting coming soon, but in the meantime, please enjoy these things written by other people:
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Black Pear Tree Video Roundup!
faked by Professor Fury Friday, August 21st, 2009With bonus Morrissey action!
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Steven Grant on Howard Chaykin
faked by Professor Fury Thursday, August 20th, 2009Go read part one of Steven Grant’s thoughtful assessment of Howard Chaykin’s career and continuing influence. (And thanks to Grant for linking to the recent Chaykin coverage here.) I particularly enjoyed Grant’s discussion of the significance of some of Chaykin’s earlier works such as his Cody Starbuck stories and the graphic novels Empire, The Stars my Destination, and The Swords of Heaven, The Flowers of Hell: If Chaykin had vanished from comics in the early 1980s, as he threatened to do, it’s likely we’d still remember him for these works. In fact, it’s partly because American Flagg! was such a groundbreaking, game-changing series that Chaykin’s 1970s output has so often been neglected (and because so much of it is out of print, of course). Good stuff—can’t wait for part two next week.
Short Thoughts on New Chaykin: Dominic Fortune, Hero Comics
faked by Professor Fury Thursday, August 13th, 2009Delicate Cycle and POACHER, at Ole Tavern, August 28, 2009.
faked by gorjus Monday, August 10th, 2009Hiss Lab Presents: WOODS with El Obo, August 20, 2009.
faked by gorjus Monday, August 10th, 2009Why I Love This
faked by gorjus Sunday, August 9th, 2009Walking to Hal and Mal’s to pick my car up, six thirty ayem:
Tatooed neighbor, who’ve I’ve never seen before, and who probably hasn’t gone to sleep yet: “Hey. Why are you walking? Did you just get up?”
Me: Naw. Walking to get my car.
“Listen, kid—you clearly didn’t hear me. Do you need a ride?”
Only in Jackson will there be strangers who—regardless of need—will insist on driving you places, from empathy, from worry.

