Hey, everyone! Only two books this time—a Steinbeck comedy and something that inspired me to make a game for you. Enjoy playing! (Unless you're Edward Ross, in which case, sorry!)
006) The Short Reign of Pippin IV by John Steinbeck, finished January 18
I'd never heard of this before finding an old paperback—which I didn't take long to start reading because I had no idea Steinbeck wrote purely comic fiction.
And it was good! A heavy percentage of the jokes haven't survived the journey into the new century, but enough did. The wisdom is intact and the characters are still fun to visit.
And, when you learn the only way to be a good king is to be worthy of the guillotine, well. It is Steinbeck. Is that how it will end?
It may not be top-tier Steinbeck but it's aged better than most comic novels and I recommend it.
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007) Filmish by Edward Ross, finished date
I'll spend most of this review complaining about all of Filmish's failures, so let me start by saying that if you've never read any film criticism—particularly of the medium itself—this is a pretty decent first dip. By which I mean, if I ever get to teach the high-school Writing about Film class I want to teach, this would make a good textbook. (For the first two or three weeks. I would still want something like ______ for the semester.)
That said, the writing is a bit amateur. It feels like a longish undergrad essay adapted to comics. For instance, Ross spends a lot of time in the first two and last two chapters talking about things like the hegemony of straight white men but from page the first to page the last, most of his examples are of straight white male actors performing writing by straight white male writers as directed by straight while male directors produced by straight white men. And he doesn't seem aware of this irony.
In short, the films he knows well enough to draw on are the exact films he says it is dangerous if they're all we know. Or, in other words, this is the classic absurdity of young white liberals who say the world should be better for people other than themselves while unironically reveling in every privilege the world-as-it-is delivers them.
But the most glaring failure of the book is Ross's inability to draw faces.
Don't understand me! If he were making a work of fiction, he could make various faces that were distinct from each other, but what he cannot do is draw real people who are recognizable as real people. Every once in a while he draws a Kubrick who looks like a Kubrick or a Woody Allen who looks like a Woody Allen, but we're talking about movie stars here. You need to be able to draw a Brad Pitt who looks like a Brad Pitt. And if you almost make an Uma Thurman who looks like an Uma Thurman, she better almost look like her in the next panel as well.
So let's play a game! I took images of white male movie stars who appeared in the book, tried to blur anything identifying in terms of costume or set (probably unsuccessfully), and I'm now inviting you to match the face to the name. Just to mess with you, one person appears twice.
Good luck! Leave a comment or reply to this email (get the emails) and let me know your guesses. Some of them are reeelly hard.
Charlie Chaplin, Daniel Craig, Tom Cruise, John Cusack, Clint Eastwood, Harrison Ford, Godzilla, Jeff Goldblum, Ethan Hawke, Phillip Seymore Hoffman, Sean Penn, Joaquin Phoenix, Guy Pierce, Brad Pitt, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Kevin Spacey