EC Comics revisited

Alan David Doane responds to my dismissal of EC comics:

My thought is that yes, the writing in most of the EC horror and SF stories was rote hackwork, but Kurtzman’s Two-Fisted Tales and Frontline Combat, as well as Krigstein’s “Master Race” are without question among the best comics ever created, words and pictures both. Not only are they not, as Wisse asserts, examples of comics where “the story doesn’t matter,” but rather, they represent absolute perfection in their melding of image with text, something Kurtzman and Krigstein (geniuses both) were obsessed with. I don’t care if I never read a Jack Kamen cuckolded husband story again, but the thought of not being able to pull out Master Race or a Kurtzman war comic from time to time, to remind myself how good comics can be, fills me with despair. Krigstein and Kurtzman alone make EC a line worth the respect and awe it generates in informed comics readers.

The final page of Master Race

Obviously he’s right to question my blanket dismissal; there was good stuff being done by EC, comics that combined excellent art with good writing. Most of them were written by Kurtzman, who was indeed a genius and a cartoonist, not just a writer, which shows in every script he had his hand in. The same goes for Krigstein and “Master Race” is indeed a great short story.

Yet Master Race‘s genius lies in pictures, not the story itself. Without the artistic choices Krigstein made as a cartoonist, it would only be just another surprise twist ending story. A man goes to take the subway, sees a stranger he recognises from his days in a nazi death camp, he flashes back to his time there and at the end of it it’s revealed he was the camp commander, not a victim (du-duh-duuuh!) and he’s so agitated he flees away from his silent accuser, slips and falls down the platform in front of an oncoming train.

What gives that story its real punch is the art, Krigstein’s figures, his layout. Those narrowing panels at the top right, the cutting between the oncoming train coming closer and the protagonist slipping, the sheer visual overload of the metro moving past the platform contrasted with the static pose of the man in black, the way the man moves back from the light of the platform into the darkness, turning away from the scene, the way it all fits together on the page. It’s brilliantly done and it’s been rarely equalled.

That’s the genius of comics; this is more than a story being gussied up with pretty art, this is where a so-so story is transformed through the choices the cartoonist made to tell the story. Which is different from the vast majority of EC comics, even those drawn by people like Wally Wood or All Williamson or John Severin, where those sort of choices where not made.

I was a bit trollish in my earlier post (no, really? — Ed.) and I never meant all EC stories were bad, just that there is a case to be made that EC as a whole is overrated, partially because we’ve always been more focused on the visual than the textual as comics readers, partially because earlier generations of fans and comics historians have made so much of them, while we’ve missed the context in which they were published, all the other good comics that came out in the fifties from other publishers who didn’t have these sort of cheerleaders.

Books read July

Only six books read this month, mostly science fiction.

Darkland — Liz Williams
First in a duology about a far future female secret agent with psionic powers who gets an assignment to hunt down the lover who abused her years ago. Much better than it sounds.

The Apocalypse Codex — Charlie Stross
The latest in Charlie’s horror/spy thriller series, with the baddie this time being a charismatic tv preacher who is slightly more into that old time religion than is healthy.

Blue Remembered Earth — Alastair Reynolds
Featuring a near future Africa that’s not a dystopian hellhole. When their grandmother, the family matriarch dies, Sunday andd Geoffrey Akinya against their will get involved in a Solar System wide scavenger hunt for her final legacy.

Norman London — William Fitz Stephen
William Fitz Stephen wrote a hagiography of Thomas Beckett and as an introduction to that, gave a portrait of the city of London as it existed in the 11th century. This short pamphlet is build around that text, with introduction, maps and essays giving a context to it.

The British Character — Pont
A humorous collection of cartoons showing the idiosyncrasies of the British.

The Fourth Wall — Walter Jon Williams
Third novel in the Dagmar Shaw series about alternate reality gamers changing the world. Excellent, compelling.

Readercon, harassment and all that

A while ago I put up a post about techniques with which sexual harassement can be excused. That was just after the news about Genevieve Valentine being sexually harassed at Readercon had broken; it was in fact partial inspiration for my post. In the weeks since and especially since the weekend this incident has blown up into a classic firestorm, as once she had reported this harassement, the concom turned out not to be following its own zero tolerance rules for dealing with harassement. Her harasser, one René Walling (Oblegal: allegedly) was not banned forever from the con, but for just two years, with speculation online being this was because he was somewhat of a big cheese in that particular part of fandom.

Needless to say, that set the cat amongst the pigeons, as you can see from the link summation at BC Holmes’ blog, who also linked to my post which was the first I noticed about this, as suddenly my hitcounter started revving up. Reading through the assorted links, via syrens, I found the following post, meet the predators, which isn’t about the Readercon situation directly, but which goes to the heart of it nonetheless. It does so because it looks at the research that’s done about rapists and other sexual predators and what they are like and what needs to be done to stop them:

First, the stranger-force rape is a small proportion of rapes, and is all but absent from the samples of self-reporters. Other research** shows that lack of prior acquaintance and use of the weapon are the only significant factors that increase the likelihood that a victim will report the offense. Attacking strangers with force or weapons is the only pattern of victimization at all likely to lead to incarceration of the rapist, let’s face it — so those who commit rape in the way that follows the script may be already in jail, not in college or the Navy filling out surveys. The rapists who are out there are mostly using intoxication, and mostly attacking victims they know.

Second, the sometimes-floated notion that acquaintance rape is simply a mistake about consent, is wrong. (See Amanda Hess’s excellent takedown here.) The vast majority of the offenses are being committed by a relatively small group of men, somewhere between 4% and 8% of the population, who do it again … and again … and again. That just doesn’t square with the notion of innocent mistake. Further, since the repeaters are also responsible for a hugely disproportionate share of the intimate partner violence, child beating and child sexual abuse, the notion that these predators are somehow confused good guys does not square with the data. Most of the raping is done by guys who like to rape, and to abuse, assault and violate. If we could get the one-in-twelve or one-in-25 repeat rapists out of the population (that is a lot of men — perhaps six or twelve million men in the U.S. alone) or find a way to stop them from hurting others, most sexual assault, and a lot of intimate partner violence and child abuse, would go away. Really.

Recommendation

I’m directing this to men who inhabit het-identified social spaces, and I’m not really limiting it more than that. Women are already doing what they can to prevent rape; brokering a peace with the fear is part of their lives that we can never fully understand. We’re the ones who are not doing our jobs.

Here’s what we need to do. We need to spot the rapists, and we need to shut down the social structures that give them a license to operate. They are in the population, among us. They have an average of six victims, women that they know, and therefore likely some women you know. They use force sometimes, but mostly they use intoxicants. They don’t accidentally end up in a room with a woman too drunk or high to consent or resist; they plan on getting there and that’s where they end up.

The harassement Genevieve Valentine suffered fortunately didn’t escalate to outright rape, which of course doesn’t make it any less awful, but we as a fan community must police this sort of behaviour better, not excuse it, not minimise it, not put the sole burden on women to make sure they’re not being hassled, or there will be rapes — if there haven’t been already. As the research in Thomas’ post shows, the good news is that the number of male rapists is limited; the bad news is that it’s the behaviour of all other men, decent, non-raping men, that either encourages or inhibits them. It’s not fair that we should be responsible for their actions, but it’s even less far that more women get harassed or worse by them because we couldn’t be bothered.

The analogy I was thinking about reading that post was about drink driving. Once upon a time, not too long ago, drink driving was something nobody really minded and getting behind the wheel with half a dozen brewskis was something to brag about. It was always only a minority of drivers who really got drunk behind the wheel, but many more who didn’t hold responsible for that or joked about it or perhaps went a little bit too far themselves occasionally as well. But once the true costs of this negligence became known and public opinion was shifted, drink driving and the deaths it caused became much rarer.

The same needs to happen to rape and sexual harassement. Most of us would never think of doing that to anybody, but as long as we make excuses for our friends or co-workers or family members who do, we keep alive the culture that makes rape possible.