Doomed comics are doooomed

Tom Spurgeon is sombre about the prospects of the comics industry:

Sales continue to be down on a year-to-year basis, the month looks good only after a pretty horrid (and realized that it would be so pretty early on) January and February, graphic novels and comic books are both acting a bit rattled, and despite the surge of FF #1 over 100,000, it looks like a new successful-book baseline is under 80K, which isn’t a line that seems like it can hold without potential major structural changes in the industry coming into play. Moreover, as suggested above, the ability Marvel displayed in getting a book to pop over 100K underlines the fact that other kinds of sales success even recently displayed — like Marvel’s success just two to five years ago in getting a variety of its titles into a then stronger-performing top 20, or DC’s capitalizing on a surge of interest in Green Lantern — are at the very least misfiring right now.

My suspicion is that the Direct Market faces some major structural issues — both self-inflicted and pressed upon them by changes in entertainment media generally — that kind of defy the editorial pasting-over and sales finagling by which these things are usually approached. It’s just that now instead of losing out on the opportunity to double the audience, now they’re in danger of seeing that audience shrink to a size where it will be harder and harder to maintain businesses of a certain size and influence.

On the one hand it’s not surprising the American comics market is suffering, in a country still deep in economic recession leaving a lot of people with more important things to spend that $2.99 on they otherwise would’ve bought Green Lantern with. There’s also the ongoing challenge of how to sell comics in the internet age, with comics shops feeling the pressure from internet retailers (Amazon of course) and publishers still struggling to get their comics online in such a way as not to immediately destroy the direct market and still get readers to pay enough for their fake pamphlets to make it worthwhile. More together industries are struggling and failing to come up with an answer to that challenge, so no wonder the comics industry is completely baffled by it. The internet makes information not just want to be free, but gratis — people may grumble but still spend three bucks on a physical pamphlet, but are much less likely to do so for a bucket of bits.

On the other hand, as Tom indicates, much of the problems the American comics industry faces are self inflicted. It has always been dominated by greed, shortsightedness and sheer incompetence, as a result of which it’s now largely limited to serving a slowly dropping number of aging readers through a network of slowly dying comics shops, under the near-monopoly of Diamond and with the biggest, most important two publishers having no clue of how to attract readers other than cannibalise their own audiences through ever more baroque event series. It didn’t have to be that way.

The direct market got its importance because the newsstands through which comics had been traditionally sold were dying off in the seventies and/or stopped selling comics because they didn’t make enough profit per copy or sold enough to make up for it. It took a while for publishers, especially Marvel and DC to notice that there were such things as comics shops and together they made up a market big enough to be interesting, but when they did it saved the industry. No longer you needed massive print runs to distribute to the newsstands, half to three quarters of which would be returned to you a month or so later to break even, you could do smaller print runs and sell every copy to the direct market where they were non-returnable. Though there was some worry about cutting comics off from finding new readers — who’d go to a comics shop after all if they don’t already read comics — the DM worked well for about a decade or so. The 1987 black and white bust, when too many publishers tried to cash in on the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles success by bringing out their own crappy variantions was an early warning sign that the collecting side of the DM might cause trouble, but it wasn’t until 1992-1996 that the comics industry really attempted to commit suicide.

What else would you call an attempt of every concievable publisher save Fantagraphics to start their own superhero universe of gimmicked overprinted first issues drawn by Liefeld, McFarlane or Jim Lee clones all to chase the success of X-Men #1, an issue that sold eight million copies for an audience that usually consisted of about 300,000 readers. And everybody know this wasn’t going to end well, but every fscker still went for the quick buck, the Big Two worse than everybody else, trying to squeeze everybody else out. When the crash came, in 1993-1994 dozens of publishers folded, hundreds of shops went bust and thousands of readers and collectors went to look for the next big thing: Pogs. But then Marvel thought up a way to make things even worse: buy the third biggest distributor of comics to the direct market and go exclusive, then be as incompentent as possible in being a distributor while all the other big publishers went for their own exclusivity deals with Diamond or Capital, leading to the collapse of the latter. Marvel almost destroyed itself as well and came back crawling to Diamond and the endresult was a much smaller comics market now serviced by only one distributor with little inclination to innovate or improve. Very cozy it is for the bigger publishers as well.

But it has left comics as a whole vulnerable. They can no longer be found on newsstands, while comics shops have become scarce as well and publishers cater to established fans, not new readers. And just when they’ve finally made the jump to the bookstores and are taken seriously there, that industry has started to collapse as well, thanks to Amazon. Comics as an artform will survive, but how the industry will survive is anybody’s guess.

Now many of the challenges faced by American comics were similar to those that the European comics industry had to deal with, yet it seems to have dealt much better with them. I would love to see somebody with some real knowledge of both compare their histories to see where each went wrong and right.

Evan Dorkin is god

sketch of the Demon Etrigan by Evan Dorkin

Just a sketch Evan Dorkin did out of boredom of Etrigan the Demon, one of Jack Kirby’s seventies creations. I just love this sketch to bits; so adorable, so recognisably still a Kirby creation yet also very Dorkinesque. He has been doing other sketches of classic Marvel heroes and villains on his Livejournal before and everytime I wonder why Marvel hasn’t gotten him to do some sort of project –graphic novel, miniseries, oneshot, anything– with whatever sixties Marvel characters he would want to use. Because I would pay quite a few bright, shiny pennies for something like that.

Scrap Iron Man — want!

China Miéville has a modest proposal for a new superhero series:

An extraordinary figure in bizarre makeshift power armour the colours of rust and hazard-warning yellow has appeared, fighting burglars, thieves, drug-dealers, graffiti-taggers. Flashback: he’s Dan, an ex-worker in one of the high-tech heavy defence plants, horrified at the social breakdown, going through the many scrapheaps of the town and cobbling together his suit from industrial junk, trying to save his home.

Dan smashes up a crack house, but while most of those within run, one stays and jeers at him, calls him a bully. Dan knows her: Louise was the union rep at his factory. He’s ashamed: he always liked her. They get talking. ‘You really want to do right by Flinton?’ Louise says eventually. ‘By all the other Flintons? Then quit messing with symptoms. It’s time to take down the real villain.’

[…]

The crew take their places at the controls. Dan puts on the battered welding helmet that disguises his identity and, in a burst of rust, launches into the sky for New York, to face down the sociopathic authoritarian fascist arms-dealing corporate billionaire responsible for so many countless deaths, in the US and around the world: Tony fucking Stark.

Want!

Being grumpy about Bendis’ Avengers

Old school Marvel fan moose n squirrel dissects Bendis’ Avengers over in the comments section of one of Tim O’Neil’s posts:

It has Spider-man and Wolverine in it, and its method of storytelling was less “let’s tell a story” than “let’s run out the clock between a series of strung-together crossover events, which by their very nature must be Important.” Since comic book readers have been trained to only care about the top-selling characters, and in particular to only care about them in high-profile crossover events, the decision to market the Avengers books as a vehicle for promoting a string of hastily-churned-out publishing events was a bit of crassly cynical genius. That it managed to sell as well as it did while attached to Brian Bendis, one of the single worst writers in the history of the medium, testifies to how grotesque and debased the industry and its readership has become. New Avengers has given us a glimpse of the ideal form of Late Stage Corporate Supercomics: fifty monthly comics featuring Wolverine and Spider-man and Captain America and Deadpool all stumbling in circles and mumbling gibberish, while random explosions, splash pages and supporting character deaths assure us that what we are witnessing is Important.

Remember that three part Fantastic Four story back in 1991 or so where the Fantastic Four had supposedly been murdered and Spider-Man, Wolverine, the then grey Hulk and still hot Ghostrider formed the “New Fantastic Four”? That was meant as a parody, but Bendis’ Avengers is what you get if you took that idea seriously and you just shoehorn in popular characters regardless of how well they fit. If Spider-Man had been meant to be in the Avengers, he would’ve been in issue one, volume one.

It’s as if Erik Larsen never even saw Youngblood #1

Every crappy submission can “see print” on the web–every reprint book that would sell three copies in print would work on the web. The web is the great equalizer. Every crappy thing can get tossed up there. If it all went digital nothing separates a pro from an amateur. Print is far more discriminating. There are fixed costs which can’t be ignored for long. It’s not the wild west like the Internet is. That’s why the web doesn’t excite me a whole lot. Every nitwit can put stickmen telling fart jokes up–there’s nothing special about it.

Robot 6 quotes Erik Larsen on the inherent merit of webcomix — suffice to say he’s no fan. But that Larsen has a strong opinion about other people’s comics is a dog bites man story — what’s more interested is how clueless he comes over about the economic realities of both print and web comics.

The thing that Larsen forgets is that the kind of print comics Diamond carries is only the tip of the iceberg. Fanzines, minicomics, d.i.y. photocopied and stenciled pamphlets sold through your local comics store or regional con both as good as anything carried by Diamond in most months and as bad as anything the web can offer have been created for decades. As long as there have been cheap and easy ways to quickly copy or reproduce amateur comics, people have been doing so. The best of them “graduate” to socalled professional comics, most people lose interest after a few issues, some people keep doing them for decades.

The web hasn’t really changed anything in this. Yes, anybody can publish their own comics on their own website, but that doesn’t mean anybody other than their mother will ever read them. Every crappy thing can get tossed up there, but most will end up with hitcounters in the low two figures. It takes hard work, talent and a dollop of luck to become a hit — even more of each to be able to make a living from it. Just like regular comics in other words.

To sneer that “I mean–there’s things on the internet that people are willing to read but they would never pay for–and those are the success stories” is missing the point as well. Which is that in a period when print comics of the kind Larsen has worked in his whole professional life have steadily been getting smaller various amateur cartoonists have found ways not just to publish their comics on the web and get an audience for it, but actually make a living from it — even if they offer their comics for free. Not to put too fine a point on it, but America’s current most successful cartoonists, who managed to raise millions of dollars for charity each Christmas, can support several conventions organised around their comics are Gabe and Tycho. And they did it completely on their own, finding out what worked and what didn’t through trial and error, just like several dozen other web cartoonists have managed to do. And they managed to do so without shackling themselves to a dying business model.

Sure, most people working on the web, even the successful ones, aren’t able to make a living off their comics and have to find other ways to supplement their income or only do it as a hobby — but this is the same reality most print cartoonists face as well. The fact that most successful web cartoonists offer their strips for free and make money on e.g. selling advertising, print collections or t-shirts isn’t important: that’s what works so people use it. It only gets exploitative when people offer their own comics for free on other people’s site: the Huffington Post business model, where you build your IPO on the free labour of thousands of hopefuls working for “exposure”.

Shorter me: “every nitwit can put stickmen telling fart jokes up”, but the same nitwits could’ve done so with photocopied or stenciled pamphlets too — and got them published by Aircel, while having your comics up on a website is no guarantee for success without hard work, talent and luck. Shorter shorter me: Larsen is a great artist, but boy can he talk crap sometimes.