How sticky is my name? Yesterday I went to Midtown Comics for Scott McCloud’s signing of his new book, Making Comics. Now, I’d never met McCloud before. We’ve had no social interaction out of a couple of letters I wrote to him twenty years back when he was doing Zot!. And it’s not like I’ve ever done anything in the world of comics that might draw attention to my name. But when I told him to make it out to Avram — “You’re not Avram Grumer, by any chance, are you?”
The book is fantastic, by the way. I’m about halfway through. The sections on facial expressions and body language are probably the best I’ve ever seen. It’s a better book than Understanding Comics was, though probably of use to fewer people.
Today was the book’s launch party at Rocketship, a cool new comics shop in Brooklyn. I’d never been, but now I wish I lived in Brooklyn again. It’s not large, but the selection is good, and it’s brightly-lit and the walls are decorated with original pages by some local comickers. It looks like the sort of place that doesn’t make you ashamed to be a comics fan. And, unlike any other comics shop I’ve ever seen Rocketship gives first priority to the books — the trades and hardcovers, collections and graphic novels. The nasty pamphlets, rather than being given a massive spread of wall-space, are dismissed to below-waist-level shelving (with a few small wall or standing racks). Oh, and there are minicomics by the cash register.
I saw goraina there, and a friend of