The Ruminations of a Booster

The teaching of college courses on comics, from small seminars to large lecture courses, has naturally accompanied museum exhibits and award ceremonies. These include biographies of Otto Binder (a publisher of 1930s sci-fi pulps who turned to comics and co-created Captain Marvel), John Stanley (the uncredited artist of Little Lulu who labored in obscurity in a print shop until rediscovered by fans), and British silent screen comedy film star Harry Langdon. Perhaps he leaves us to do so. These stories have gained a new significance with the rise of the Comic-Cons, including the San Diego spectacular now taken over by film studios (but keeping the Eisner Awards ceremonies as a sidebar). Comics have, as Art Spiegelman reminded readers decades ago, become recognized art just as the daily comic strip, the principal means of financial support for artists, has faded away with daily newspapers themselves. Readers need to feel sufficiently interested in Schelly to want to read through the details, or at least to appreciate them amid the saga of his fandom. In every case we must ask, what does this academic blossoming leave behind? On the other hand, the very creation of a canon, already a tendency in the fan writing, further focuses attention upon the valued few. Schelly does not seem to have drawn any striking conclusions from this life of work and friendships. We come back, finally, to the inner stories of the zines and their creators. Like hundreds of others, he began self-publishing as a teen, sending out his own mimeographed or, later, offset zines to others in the fold, mainly exchanging copies until he had built up enough readers to sell them. Then there are the fannish studies of fandom, including The Golden Age of Comic Fandom and the Comic Fandom Reader. Prestigious university presses have new series on a variety of comic art topics and individual artists. Schelly is a self-described fan extraordinaire. But he continued to write about comic books and film, and became a prolific and respected independent scholar. Sagely, he turned to a series of jobs for various entities, including the federal government and the Seattle Counseling Service, an institution serving the city’s LGBT community. Are we now to deconstruct some popular favorite of decades ago, with freshly minted terminology? It has just as naturally prompted the emergence of journals, textbooks, and monographs specializing in comics studies. This is a rather startling development in a world previously occupied mostly by nonprofessionals, including self-described “fans,” whose biographies and assorted monographs on the greats and the forgotten ranged from the amateurish to the very fine, and were often graced by lavish illustrations. And I was. What outsiders may find baffling is the intensity, but the same intensity is the clue to who the participants have been and remain, as the generations pass and the professors take a little interest in a developing field of scholarship. Where is the professor who has been more energetic or assiduous in the pursuit of the seemingly obscure? No murders, no international intrigue, not even a psychotic breakdown! Is Robert Crumb’s work, or that of Bill Griffith, really comprehensible without a knowledge of underground comix as an artistic, social-cultural phenomenon with dozens or even hundreds of artists and many styles? His latest is Johnny Appleseed, drawn by Noah van Sciver. The shift of unpublished art online seems not to have marginalized this phenomenon, and it may be the social element that remains vital. With this shift, comics readers, especially young readers in college, may feel validated instead of scorned as time-wasting weirdos. His personal relations, from those with his parents to those with his boyhood friends’ mothers who occasionally turn up later in his life, are affable. The last question is particularly pertinent in the case of Bill Schelly’s Sense of Wonder: My Life in Comic Fandom — the Whole Story. The nonacademic volumes around the art of EC comics masters alone — Will Elder, Wally Wood, Harvey Kurtzman — constitute a historic-visual library of sorts, without which no history of comic art could be complete. If he has suffered deep depressions, he keeps them to himself, and this may be a measure of how far gay acceptance or self-acceptance has come in his lifetime. How else are hobbyists and would-be professionals to meet each other? This not only consigns much good work to obscurity, but also draws the canonized works away from their contexts in ways that constrain our understanding of them. At the local and regional level, these conventions can still be agglomerations of young people, disproportionately but not solely male, many selling their wares to onlookers who, just as likely, produce or dream of producing zines of their own. But Schelly’s personal life provides a context for the books of criticism that he has written. There is much to be gained, as well as considerable confusion, from the field’s more recent academic turn. Schelly offers many more small gems of detail along the way of his own path through fandom. SEPTEMBER 22, 2018
WE HAVE RECENTLY entered the age of comic art canonization. Schelly, who did plenty of his own drawing along the way, and at one point actually considered a comic-art career, decided that he had reached a dead end along those lines. Many pages in Sense of Wonder describe Schelly’s personal life, including his recognition of his sexual identity, the threat of the draft circa 1970, his work, his partners, his experiences fathering two children for and with lesbian friends, and so on. Some of those others, those whose names we are likely to recognize — Crumb springs to mind — went on from collecting, publishing, and distributing fan mags to becoming artists themselves. ¤
Paul Buhle was publisher of Radical America Komiks (1969) and has edited a dozen comics since 2005. This part of the book is a relaxed exploration of a middle-class fellow’s experiences in the liberal Northwest from the 1970s more or less up to the present. If these will not interest every reader, they still provide a rich sense of interplay between the occasional professional, who mostly graduates into superhero comics, and the amateurs who remain behind. Like the memoirs of an academic historian — I have been an academic historian — they lack what we might call novelistic drama.