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I profiled the all-too-often-forgotten third creator of Watchmen, colorist (and writer/artist in his own right) John Higgins.
A yearslong informal conversation with showrunner Damon Lindelof culminated in a 90-minute interview with him about Watchmen, a show he seemed legitimately ashamed of making. And he earnestly thinks Alan Moore put a curse on him for making it.
Wrote about Batman #251 and how it redefined the Joker, leading (for better or worse) to the new movie.
Wrote a feature about the brutal specificity of Our Boys.
Wrote a little remembrance about the late David Berman and his attempt to find solace in Judaism.
There is a house In New Orleans Not the one you’ve heard about, I’m talkin’ ‘bout another house They spoke of gold in the cellar That a Spanish gentleman had left I broke in one hundred years ago with a dagger tucked in my vest Legends of gold, I tried to hold The grey half-light of the hallway at night One Two Three, four, five We’re trapped inside the song
I will be moderating five panels at San Diego Comic-Con 2019. They are as follows:
Thursday, July 18, 5pm: The Business of Comics
Thursday, July 18, 7pm: Comics Anthologies, Demystified
Friday, July 19, 2pm: Spotlight on Ulli Lust
Friday, July 19, 4pm: Time, Memory, and Comics Storytelling
Saturday, July 20, 4:30pm: Valiant
I ranked all 112 Lonely Island songs from worst to best for no particular reason.
Wrote a feature about cartoonist KC Green’s fight to regain control of the This Is Fine Dog after it went viral.
Wrote a post-mortem for the Marvel Netflix experiment.
Wrote about what the pitiful ending of the X-Men film franchise tells us about how Hollywood capitalism eats its own.
Wrote about the secret history of the brilliant decision to make Magneto retroactively Jewish.
Wrote an essay about Brightburn and what we talk about when we talk about Evil Supermen.
I went to Israel and the West Bank on the eve of the elections to investigate the battered Israeli left and see what Palestinians think about it. I was shaken by what I found.
Last May, searching through the bargain bin in a Massachusetts comic shop, I stumbled across some work by a creator I’d never heard of: LB Lee. It turns out they’re actually eight-odd people living in one brain, struggling with dissociative identity disorder and making jaw-dropping comics about life, love, mental health, poverty, trauma, and growth. I tracked them down and wrote a profile.