Let me begin to apologizing to all the people whose work I would’ve liked that I just straight-up did not get a chance to see. The room was packed with bodies and every time a crowd would part I would find myself making eye contact with someone whose work didn’t speak to me at all. I think I just kept on shutting down, or my exploratory device is bad, or faulty. I was really happy to find Eleanor Davis’ table and buy a few minicomics, and I bought a minicomic from Julia Gfrorer. I didn’t have very much money to spend, and spent most of it on known quantities, essentially accidentally. I do tend to find books more satisfying than minicomics, as a general rule. Also, my local comic book store is Atomic Books, which, while they do miss a lot of stuff, also are really good about getting a lot of things. My pick for “best book of the show” is something I wrote a long review of that I think will end up elsewhere, closer to the time of the book’s actual release. I didn’t vote in the Ignatzes because it felt like I hadn’t seen enough of the work in question and then the things that won weren’t my sort of thing and I remembered about how the voter apathy of young people is destroying America. I got a ride there and then left before the big party. Thank you to Bill Kartalopolous for doing an amazing job at programming.
It’s really incredible at SPX to see people like Roger Langridge, who I wish I could’ve said “Hey, it’s really cool you’re here.” I think he makes it a point to attend and sell his comics and sketches. It’s really cool to see anyone who’s been attending since the 1990s, after there’s been so many shifts in the comics landscape.
This is pretty much a completely unrelated thought, but I hope that the mainstream comics people whose work I like (Bill Sienkiewicz, Geof Darrow, pretty much whoever can draw) have good comic book stores that sell more than just mainstream stuff. Like I hope someone has handed Bill Sienkiewicz a copy of Powr Mastrs, or shown Kevin Nowlan The Man Who Grew His Beard. I know that the Hernandez Bros are always getting Spider-Man comics pushed on them. Comics are incredibly balkanized and I don’t expect people in their mid-forties or older to be on Tumblr or at small press shows. (Although, shout-out to Matt Groening.)
I didn’t get to talk to Brandon Graham at all but I hope he got to talk to Carla Speed McNeil for the Inkstuds podcast thing. I didn’t get to talk to Renee French or Lynda Barry but I hope they got out of the show whatever it is they wanted. I didn’t get Aisha Franz to do a doodle in my copy of Earthling but, spoiler, that’s the book I was talking about earlier as being the book of the show that I’m writing a long review of. I didn’t get to find the Colombian comics table but I guess I hope that I wouldn’t have liked those comics anyway. I didn’t get to dig in Frank Santoro’s longbox as much as I wanted but I’m glad I got to tell him that I support his decision to not read writing about comics by people who don’t make comics. I didn’t feel like I had the money to throw down for most people’s shit but I hope everyone made mad bank. I didn’t get to wear a t-shirt that said “Ask me about the importance of protecting Lil B #taskforce” but I wished I had thought of that ahead of time. I only told two people that the reason I was sneezing was because I was allergic to nerds but I wish I could’ve said it to everyone. I hope no one got sick.