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True Stuff from Old Books: The Pleasures of Camping Out

cooooollll

Last week, I returned from Comics Camp in Juneau, Alaska! It was really, really great. I made, renewed, and formalized many friendships, and I left camp more inspired, less cynical, and more joyful than I had been going in.

If you’ve seen my “True Stuff from Old Books” talk, you’ve probably heard me read this bit, from an 1886 Frank Leslie’s article called “Camping Out”:

Popular FOREVER, is what I say.

Stumbling across this particular article is what first gave me the idea to start compiling and sharing True Stuff from Old Books selections at all.

It succinctly illustrates my favorite characteristic of this sort of material: it’s a beacon from the past, telling those of us here in the future that we’re not alone. We who sometimes feel overwhelmed by the present are kin to those who felt the exact same way in the past, about their own present. The feeling is not a failing on our part; it is simply human nature.

The article begins:

MODERN civilization may well be described by the words so generally applied to fire: “A good servant, but a bad master.” At no previous period have the appliances for easy and comfortable living been so numerous or so generally distributed among all classes, and the men of to-day have much cause for congratulation compared even with those of a generation since.

Whether for purposes of business or pleasure, the number of man’s servants has of late greatly increased. The telegraph, the telephone, the locomotive and the steamship, the modern printing press, and thousands of minor devices which add immensely to the sum total of his pleasures, are all willing servants if properly used; but once in control, they become the hardest taskmasters.

The telegraph and telephone offer a ready and useful service at all times; but, again, they often become the most rigid fetters, binding a man’s whole life to the office and exchange. Steam has increased to an enormous extent the ease and pleasure of traveling, but it is now too often used as a means for a rapid rush from place to place, with none of the pleasures which accompany more deliberate travel; and the many other adjuncts are too generally misapplied as a means for accumulating a little more money or building up a short-lived fame at the expense of health and true enjoyment.

Men have come to live fast, rather than well. (Emphasis added)

That’s the part I normally read out loud.

But that’s just the introduction to a much longer article, which in its entirety is about the pleasures of disconnecting from society and reconnecting with the outdoors.

There’s an extended section making fun of the ill-preparedness of novice campers: “When the meal is finally ready, it is a mixture of partly burnt, partly raw food, mingled with ashes, bits of stick, etc., that would scarcely tempt the appetite of an ostrich, and that even our tired campers are glad to turn away from in spite of their hunger.” It’s funny, but that whole section is really long, so I won’t reprint it here — I’ve put in a separate post if you’d like to read it.

I thought I would share some other parts of the article, though, that mirror some of how I felt about Comics Camp.

Picking up from where the previous excerpt left off:

…Men have come to live fast, rather than well.

The wise man is he who, while appreciating and utilizing all these privileges to the fullest extent, has independence of mind sufficient to dispense with them at times, and to refresh himself and renew his life and vigor by a short return to mother earth, and a more primitive form of existence.

The average American, with his characteristic energy, is apt to devote himself early in life to some special object, which he probably will attain eventually, but for years he has time neither for rest nor pleasure. When he is in the position to enjoy a well-earned respite, all capacity for doing so has been lost, and he must remain a money-getting machine or die speedily of ennui.

The great importance of recreation, and especially of outdoor sports, was long lost sight of in the busy days of our earlier history, when a vigorous outdoor life was followed by most men from necessity, but there came a time, later on, when mercantile pursuits began to overbalance the agricultural, and it seemed as though the health of the nation must suffer from a too close devotion to work.

Comics Camp was an adjunct to the Alaska Robotics Mini-Con I mentioned in my last post. Perhaps some of you reading this were at the con! I had a lovely time there, it was a pleasure meeting readers from Alaska.

On the evening after the convention, we piled into a school bus and spent three nights at a church camp in the outskirts of Juneau.

a unique method of being inspired

…Fortunately a reaction has now set in. Men, and women too, realize the importance of more fresh air and outdoor exercise, and sports of all kinds were never in a more promising condition in America than they are to-day.

Each, from yachting to lawn-tennis, has its patrons and its proper place as an agent of health and a means to a higher physical life; but none is […] so pleasant and beneficial as a few weeks spent under canvas in the open air, or, as it is generally called, camping out.

There was no internet at the camp, but there were cabins, and campfires, and hiking, and crafts, and creative workshops led by peers for the benefit of peers, and lots of good food and conversation.

TOO PICTURESQUE

…What is needed is a period of rest and repose, free from all cares of business, with pleasant and healthful exercises and sport, and without too many of the inevitable deprivations and discomforts…

The permanent camps are fitted up rather more elaborately than those in tents. A stove of simple construction is fitted for cooking, chairs and tables of rustic design are improvised, beds are made of a rough framework covered with tightly stretched canvas, or hammocks are swung, and the walls are ornamented with trophies from the woods…

No morning paper breaks in with an unwelcome interruption. No stock “ticker” tells of rising or falling markets, and for a time the annoyances of business and the exactions of society may be neglected with impunity.

Without access to the internet, a question that could be Googled in five seconds would instead result in an impassioned 20-minute discussion. Without distractions, we found ourselves turning inward, to each other. I left my phone in my cabin most of the time (which is why some of these pictures are courtesy of pals).

We played a mini-LEGO tournament. I got second place, incredibly enough, but new friend Katie Shanahan was the champion!

We kept a list of things to Google when we got home. We joked about “calling up the internet” on a landline and trying to use touch-tone to navigate around a browser window.

Photo by Benjamin Soileau

Photo by Benjamin Soileau

…To some central point chosen for its natural beauty, Lake George or the Thousand Islands, come hundreds of pilgrims from all quarters, not strangers to each other, but nearly all bound by one common tie, whose greatest pleasure it is to meet together for a couple of weeks each year in the hearty companionship that a life in camp engenders.

Tents of all patterns are pitched by the score on the hillside and in the grove. Flags and pennants fly from high trees; at night huge camp-fires and rows of Chinese lanterns light the scene, while the inhabitants of this curious and ephemeral city vie with each other in the variety and brightness of their picturesque apparel.

The time is filled with races, fishing, short trips about the vicinity, in visits to the ladies’ camp a mile away; and, best of all, in the still hours of the Summer night, when the fire burns up from an enormous pyramid of wood on the highest hilltop, in songs and stories of other camps, of long cruises, of adventures on the Mississippi, on Lake Gorge, in the Everglades of Florida, in the wilds of Northwestern Canada and on the rivers of India — for the canoeist of to-day cruises everywhere — and wandering in distant lands, every experience is carefully treasured until the time when he returns, as all do, to this shrine of the craft, to be related to listening friends.

There were lots of good times around campfires. When it was ghost story time, I told a totally true one about a mysterious herring-boat vanishing from Helsinki and appearing in Reykjavík under mysterious circumstances.

When it was singalong time, we sang one of the old traditional favorites.

When it was late and cold and rainy, we huddled under sleeping bags and dared each other to stay up longer.

…After half an hour over pipe and book, the light is turned out, all is made snug, and the tired canoeist is soon dreaming of a Summer camp a year, instead of a fortnight, long.

Next morning he is up by sunrise, for time is very precious; his breakfast is ready; all is cleaned and packed away, and the canoe launched. Off again, under sail or paddle, he hurries here, or loiters there at will, stopping, perhaps, for dinner, and then off again, until he turns toward home in time to return to the white collar and black coat of civilization in the evening, or, at latest, to be at his desk in the office next morning.

Without glass houses we can throw all the stones we like

Photo by Kate Beaton

the shining light of pals on parade

they will know us by the marks we leave
On the final night, the camp band (Molly, Seth, Marian, and Nicole) sang a song about how much they loved and appreciated the hard work the camp cook was doing. Her name was Juste, so they sang a version of “Jesse’s Girl” that they changed to be about “Juste’s Grill.”

It was one of the sweetest things I’ve seen in a long time. It brought tears to my eyes, I will not lie.

It did not seem saccharine or silly. Nobody was too cool for school. We, citizens of the internet, had re-learned how to be sincere.

It was incredible.

everybody sing along

Photo by Jenn Klug

As I mentioned above, I also formalized a number of friendships. I came to believe in the value of putting a stake in the ground and saying, without ambiguity, “Yes. We, previously acquaintances or strangers, are now each other’s friends.”

friends FOREVER >:|

…Strange as it may seem, the life, like that of the sailor, has its own peculiar fascination — once away from it and amid the pleasures of the city, a restless longing takes possession of one which is satisfied but by a return to the freedom and vigor which only a close intimacy with earth, air and sky can give.

Truer words were never written.

Photo by Jeremy Spake

Photo by Jeremy Spake

Pat Race, pictured above, camp director and mastermind extraordinaire, has just opened a mailing list so folks can be informed about next year’s Comics Camp.

I hope you will consider it!!

JUST ADDED: Alaska Robotics Mini-Con, this weekend in Juneau!

bears are allowed too

A late addition to the schedule, but one I’m very excited about: this weekend I’m heading to Juneau, Alaska for the Alaska Robotics Mini-Con on Saturday!

Lots of cartoonists are coming from across the US and Canada, including Ryan North, Kate Beaton, Kazu Kibuishi, Tony Cliff and many others. The event is headed up by Pat Race, whom longtime readers will remember as the official Wondermark correspondent to the World Beard & Mustache Championships 2009 in Anchorage.

It’s a free show to attend (generously sponsored by many kind Juneau businesses) and I hope I get to meet some of you there on Saturday!

Roll-a-Sketch drawings from Seattle!

I just got back from the Emerald City Comicon in Seattle, and here are a few favorites of the many Roll-a-Sketch drawings I made for folks there!

Roll-a-Sketch, as longtime readers know, is something I do at conventions and other appearances: folks can roll some dice to select random words from a list, and then I have the task of combining those words into a creature!

It’s really fun for two reasons: (1) I never have to draw the same thing twice; and (2) the person commissioning the drawing has no say in what it becomes, and is sometimes even disappointed with the words that the dice choose for them — but nonetheless, they nearly always enjoy the result.

It’s a good life lesson in accepting matters out of one’s control, perhaps… as long as the person in whose control those matters are is me, and the matter’s stakes are limited to a creature drawing.

Click any image for a closer look!

CTHULHU + CAT + HELICOPTER + BB-8:

I like how it has a method of flight AND a backup method of flight

DEADPOOL + BABY + HELICOPTER + TRUCKER + MARIO + ELEPHANT:

my precious, terrible baby

BABY + ELEPHANT:

weren't we all, one way or another

You can see how even when the prompts are similar, I try not to do the same drawing! (Here’s another particularly grotesque example.)

DEAD + BIRD + DRAGON + LASAGNA:

a bit of a cheesy joke

CAT + ASTRONAUT + ALADDIN + BICYCLE:

down to his last life probably

LEGO + HIPSTER + CTHULHU + EGG:

this will probably be the last 'hipster' I draw in Roll-a-Sketch

Finally: are you ready for this one???

EGG + FLASH:

I'm not even a dad and I made this joke

I would like to remind everyone that I am a professional comedy writer.

I also gave out some Roll-a-Sketch themed “Patron of the Arts” Cast Cards to folks in Seattle! I’ll have these particular cards at all my conventions this year — and I’ll probably do one brief online Roll-a-Sketch offering later toward the summer as well, for folks who can’t make it out to a convention.

oldie but a goodie

My next show will be Maker Faire in San Mateo, May 20-22!

If you will be attending Maker Faire, or are nearby in general, perhaps drop me a line — unlike at a comic convention, I don’t really know anybody at Maker Faire or have any insight into the haps (despite attending the show for many years).

I would love to have breakfast or dinner or drinks with some cool folks while I’m in town! The social element is a big part of what makes these shows fun, and I’m overdue to figure that out at this one. (I’m also still nailing down lodging for that one, so I’m open to any local tips or suggestions.)

Thanks to everyone who stopped by and said hello at ECCC! It was lovely to see you all. And thanks especially to the gentleman and his kids who are fans as a family of Boom! And a Bear Comes Out (the party hit of the summer). There are few things better than hearing a very small child sing back to you the silly song that you wrote about a bear hiding in things and then coming out of them. Raffi, eat your heart out.

A Brief Statement on Eating Cheetos with Chopsticks

The following photograph has crossed my desk quite a bit recently:

poe knows

In it, actor Oscar Isaac is pictured enjoying a bag of Cheetos with the aid of a pair of orange-stained chopsticks, his fingers pictured free of that same orange residuum.

I first came across the picture in this tweet, or one like it — I can’t seem to find the “original,” but this tweet links back to a Facebook page that is probably the source of the joke:

As longtime readers know, I advocated what Mr. Isaac is practicing — specifically, using chopsticks to eat Cheetos — back in 2010, in Wondermark episode #601, “The Discovery that Changed the World”.

I am certainly not the first person to have thought of it, and clearly I was not the last! However, I am very glad that this particular “life hack” has gained popularity, regardless of its provenance. It’s simply a better way to live.

In the time since I published my version, I’ve had the pleasure of seeing the comic be spread far and wide. People post pictures of themselves eating Cheetos or popcorn or similar things, and hold up chopsticks, and tag me in the picture. And it’s become one of only about a dozen specific comics whose episode number I remember by heart, since I am often asked for prints of it.

The basic idea came to me several years before I made the comic. In 2006, I was working at an ad agency in Beverly Hills. I believe I was editing TV spots for the James Franco movie Tristan & Isolde — either that, or the James Franco movie Flyboys. I forget which it was; I worked on both, for the same agency, a few months apart.

The easiest place to get lunch was a Bristol Farms supermarket a few blocks away. If you’ve never been to Bristol Farms, it’s a sort of fancy, higher-end supermarket, similar to Whole Foods but without the sanctimony.

They had (or, presumably, still have) a sushi bar in that Bristol Farms. The experience of eating there inspired comic #171; In which Hiroshi misses the Point.

So, because of the sushi bar, there were always disposable chopsticks sitting out for the grabbin’, and I made a sort of game of it, trying to see if I could eat my lunch with chopsticks every day, no matter what it was. (It was usually a panini, and so the answer was usually “not without some difficulty.”)

Since I only had a brief period for lunch before I had to get back to hitting a keyboard with my fingers for hours, chopsticks quickly became the perfect tool to prolong the pleasure of a bag of Cheetos throughout the afternoon to come.

I don’t know why it took me four years to make a comic about it. I do remember my producer in those days calling out what I was doing, and I think it took seeing more and more surprised reactions before I realized that maybe it wasn’t 100% obvious to everyone that this was the best way to eat Cheetos. I had to come to the understanding that I’d made a discovery; I had experienced a revelation. (Similar to the time I accidentally came across a better salad fork.)

Once I actually made the comic, and I started to see that people were really responding to it, I briefly had the thought of contacting Frito-Lay and saying “Hey, maybe you could do a special thing, where you… I dunno, package chopsticks along with the bag? Or something? Is there any possible way that there could be money in this for me somehow?”

The pitch wasn’t really more refined than that, so you will not be surprised to learn it was never successful.

But every now and then, moments like Oscar Isaac, here, reassure me that word is indeed getting out, and lives are indeed being improved, one orange-stained chopstick at a time.

I don’t know if Mr. Isaac has ever seen the original comic; I’m sure the idea came to him via tenth-hand means, or perhaps he thought of it himself. But I am incredibly gratified to see that the idea is out there, and that it’s becoming obvious.

Does Frito-Lay know the secret? Surely they must have heard by now. Here is what seals the deal for me: A TV commercial from 2011, showing Chester Cheetah playing terrible piano with a lady in a piano shop.

They are playing — of course — “Chopsticks.”

wiiiiiinnnkkkkkk

Books I Read in 2015

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I like to make year-end lists of the books I read in the previous year! Now that it’s the end of March, it’s probably time to do so for 2015. (Here are earlier lists, representing books read in 2012, 2013, and 2014.)

The usual caveats: I track my reading on Goodreads, and I am happy to friend you there, but I don’t rate or review books there (or do much of anything). You can also find my own books on Goodreads, and if you have read them, feel free to add them to your own library!

I do, in these annual roundups, discuss the format I read the book in; how I came across the book; and briefly (edit: or not), what I thought of it. I think you can distill out a recommendation from that, if you need to see an up-or-down vote from me.

In 2014, I set a goal for myself to read at least a book a week (52 books over the year), and I hit that goal, ending up reading 57!

I would have liked to keep up the pace in 2015, but I didn’t set a specific goal for myself, and looking back at the list now, I will be honest: I didn’t end up reading many books.

Instead, I read a ton of articles, essays, and some short stories — in other words, things from a browser, rather than a bookshelf. I added links to my Instapaper left and right, and read in little bursts that way, leaping like a flea throughout the year. This is reflected in the lists of article recommendations I’ve shared with you previously.

I think the reasons for that have to do with:

  • Social media (the more time one spends scrolling through a timeline, the more links one will see posted);
  • The charged political climate, presidential and otherwise, which both causes more thinkpieces to be written, and also stokes a desire to want to read more about what’s going on (the latter is definitely true for me);
  • The fact that my leisure reading time is limited almost exclusively to late at night. Because I keep the light off to keep from disturbing my wife, this means I’m usually reading on my iPad, and when it comes time to loading it up with things to read, articles are free while ebooks usually cost money.

I regret not spending the time to really dig into many good books in the past year. And while I don’t think reading articles and essays is bad or a waste of time (I wouldn’t post lists of recommended articles if I did think so), I do think that reading longer, sustained narratives is a good muscle to keep exercised as a storyteller.

Now that I have a functional workshop, on my list of doodads to build is a light-isolation chamber that I can use to read hardcopy books in bed. We’ll see how it goes. I’ll report back if I end up staying married.


Marvel 1602, by Neil Gaiman, Andy Kubert & Richard Isanove
Format: Hardcover purchased from comic shop
This comic is from 2003; I’ve had it for about that long, but only sat down to read it recently. It’s an alternate-universe story placing the icons of the Marvel Universe (Spider-Man, Captain America, etc.) in Elizabethan England, and the original series by Neil Gaiman went on to be followed up by several more installments by other writers. I probably don’t know enough about obscure Marvel trivia to have caught all the details, and as the story itself went (if one ignores the central gimmick) it’s fine, I guess.

I do remember thinking that the 2003-era gradient-filled digital coloring by Richard Isanove was a little out of control, and didn’t much fit the period theme. (I am not very forgiving of clunky comic art.) But the chapter-heading woodcut-style illustrations by Scott McKowen are a real highlight — check out his portfolio.

Saga Volume 4, by Brian K. Vaughan & Fiona Staples
Format: Trade paperback purchased from bookstore
I raved about this series in previous installments of this list, as I’ve continued to rave as I’ve read the successive trade paperback volumes! The comic continues to amaze. Fiona Staples proves she can draw anything and make it look incredible.

The Boy Aviators on Secret Service; Or, Working With Wireless, by Captain Wilbur Lawton

The link above goes to a scan of this book on the Internet Archive; it’s also on Project Gutenberg and Google Books.

Last year I talked at length about my specific guilty literary pleasure: early-20th-century youth-adventure books about teenaged aviators. Some people read trashy romance novels about vampires; I read about rich kids from New England who invent impractical flying machines to hunt down bank robbers in mountain hideaways.

I mean, come on, check out this blurb for the prior volume in the Boy Aviators series:

The Boy Aviators in Nicaragua; Or, Leagued With Insurgents
The launching of this Twentieth Century series marks the inauguration of a new era in boys’ books — the “wonder of modern science” epoch. Frank and Harry Chester, the BOY AVIATORS, are the heroes of this exciting, red-blooded tale of adventure by air and land in the turbulent Central American republic.

The two brothers with their $10,000 prize airplane, the GOLDEN EAGLE, rescue a chum from death in the clutches of the Nicaraguans, discover a lost treasure valley of the ancient Toltec race, and in so doing almost lose their own lives in the Abyss of the White Serpents, and have many other exciting experiences, including being blown far out to sea in their air-skimmer in a tropical storm. It would be unfair to divulge the part that wireless plays in rescuing them from their predicament.

In a brand new field of fiction for boys the Chester brothers and their aeroplane are destined to fill a top-notch place. These books are technically correct, wholesomely thrilling and geared up to third speed.

This is the first of the Boy Aviators series I’ve read. (I’ve read plenty of Motor Boys, both the Flying Girls, the occasional Girl Aviators and Rover Boys, and I’ve finished all the Aeroplane Boys. Up next: Our Young Aeroplane Scouts.) With the exception of the Flying Girl pair of books — which were written by L. Frank Baum under a pseudonym and are actually quite good — these series are uniformly terrible.

But, hark, an achievement: this one is the worst of the bunch!

The plot is as follows: After their prior victory in Nicaragua (detailed in the volume above), the Chester brothers are contacted by the government to help find a missing military scientist. The Secret Service (which is apparently the agency on the job) has deduced that “a far Eastern power” has kidnapped the scientist to steal his secret formula for explosives, and the enemy agents may be hiding in “the untracked wilderness of the Everglades”.

The agent recruiting the boys describes the predicament thusly:

“It is useless for the secret service men to attempt to explore what is still an untapped labyrinth of swamp and jungle and above all it would occupy time. What we have to do is act quickly. I racked my brain for days until I happened to come across a paragraph in a newspaper calling attention to your wonderful flights in the Golden Eagle… It struck me at once that here indeed was a way of locating these men that might prove feasible.”

The problem is that the Golden Eagle, the Chesters’ wondrous airship, was destroyed in that previous adventure. However, the boys secure funding to build a new, improved craft, for the construction of which the military is more than happy to wait for nearly a month: “I suppose we shall have to exercise patience,” says the same man.

This is the first of a series of completely nonsensical contrivances in this book — and so far it’s only page 11.

The boys go on to build the airplane, and then have it shipped in pieces by train to Florida. They encounter some suspicious characters on the train, and in a restaurant near the train station, and once they charter a boat into the Everglades they get waylaid on an island overrun by moonshiners…And then they encounter Indians, and hide out in an old shack… All in all they don’t actually fly the airplane until over halfway through the book.

It’s also, regrettably, the most terrible-racist-caricature-filled book of this type that I’ve read so far. There are not one but multiple “wacky Negro” characters, whose dialect is rendered in a sort of pidgin, and who serve as cowardly comic foils to the ever-assured, infallible white kids. Few other chapters go by without the presence of “sallow-faced” villains, or savage Seminoles, or mincing “Orientals”.

I didn’t notice until I thought back on the book as a whole, but all the “othered” characters are represented specifically as superstitious. A plot point revolves around a villain’s minion betraying his master, and pledging his life to our heroes, in exchange for a “sacred” jade Buddha figure. Meanwhile, the boys calmly shoot panthers, brave windstorms, and are the only ones unfazed by a “voodoo totem” left to frighten their troupe.

I’ve now given this book more ink than it deserves. It’s got some evocative descriptions of the Everglades, but otherwise this was a real disappointment. There are only a few scenes of flying, and even the titular “wireless” set is used just once and then dumped overboard to lighten the aircraft’s load. I don’t read these books for the plot, of course… But this one is hard to recommend on any level, mainly because of how repellent the racist stuff is.

The end of the book teases the next volume in the series: The Boy Aviators in Africa; or, On an Aerial Ivory Trail. I think it’ll be best to give that one a miss.

Michelangelo, by Gilles Néret
Format: Paperback purchased from museum
I got this book probably 20 years ago on a visit to a museum, and it hung out with my art reference books. I looked at the pictures a lot, but I never sat down and actually read it cover to cover until now, and I’m glad I did.

Michelangelo was an immense talent, as we all know, but this book explains how his ambitions were even grander, and how in the end, he took so long doing the work that he was never able to get around to the biggest and most elaborate sculptures he had planned out in his sketchbooks.

A bit of a cautionary tale, perhaps? You can read that a few different ways. Don’t get hung up on perfection, you’ll get more done??

OR, better yet — spend all your time being perfect, and be remembered for centuries for the masterpieces you did finish! I’ll tell that to my to-do list, next time I can unearth it.

The Hinge Factor: How Chance and Stupidity Have Changed History, by Erik Durschmied
Format: Hardcover from library sale
I was intrigued by this book’s subtitle — who doesn’t like to read about stupidity? And the premise is appropriately interesting: how single events affected the direction of history from that point forward.

The book is a slog, though. I guess I had pictured something like a Malcolm Gladwell book: theory peppered with examples and case studies. It’s nothing like that. Instead, it’s a dense military history. The author focuses on a handful of battles, including instances from Troy, the Crusades, the Civil War, Crimea, and the wars of the 20th century.

Each battle is recounted in painstaking detail. Military terminology often goes by without definition. In a few cases, quotes or messages in foreign languages are written out in their entirety, but not translated into English.

Each chapter begins with a Microsoft-Word-clip-art-level diagram of the battlefield at the start of the account; there are no other graphics or illustrations.

The accounts themselves have some interesting details, but they’re buried beneath a labored writing style. I pushed through and finished because I didn’t want to lose the battle with this book, but it was a real chore. I wanted to quote some passages for you, but I can’t find the book, I think I probably already gave it away. SORRY.

Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs, by Judi Barrett
Format: Hardcover from 826LA
Having seen the movie of the same name, I flipped through this book to see how it compared. If you haven’t seen it, the illustrations are wonderful. They have a sort of woodcut texture, while still being cartoony.

Avengers Assemble: Science Bros, by Kelly Sue DeConnick, Christos Gage, et al.
Format: Trade paperback from library
Kelly Sue DeConnick is a name I’ve started hearing a lot, but I hadn’t read anything of hers, so I decided to see what titles my library had on hand. This one came up in the hold queue first! It’s a Tony Stark/Bruce Banner story. I liked it all right, I think, although I don’t remember it well now. (Honestly, I’m starting to realize that it takes a lot to get me to invest in a superhero story.)

Embassytown, by China Miéville
Format: Kindle ebook
China Miéville is another name I’ve heard a lot, but this is the first of his books I’ve read. It’s another of the “language” books I talked about last year — my attempt to seek out speculative fiction specifically that explores how differences in languages can impact differences in thought. It’s a subject I find fascinating! And this book definitely fits that description.

The Embassytown of the title is a human settlement on an alien planet. The planet’s intelligent natives, the Ariekei, don’t have a concept of language per se; they are able to communicate in a way that expresses their thoughts directly. This means that they cannot say something they don’t believe — they cannot lie, and have no conception of lying.

Humans, of course, can lie… But this means that humans can’t easily speak the Ariekei language. Difficulties arise in a number of ways, as they often do in books, and the main character develops a unique perspective on how to bridge the gap between cultures. (I don’t want to give too much away about the plot, because there are some surprises in how it unfolds.)

It’s a lovely book; the aliens are truly alien, and the challenges of sustaining human life on their planet are significant. It was one of the first books I recall reading in a while where as I got closer to the end of the book, I got legitimately worried because I honestly couldn’t see a way out of the heroes’ increasingly-dire predicament. Miéville is not one to pull punches, at least in this book, and I found the whole thing both wrenching and fascinating.

Captain Marvel: In Pursuit of Flight, by Kelly Sue DeConnick, Dexter Soy, et al.
Captain Marvel: Higher, Further, Faster, More, by Kelly Sue DeConnick, David Lopez, et al.
Format: Trade paperbacks from library
Two more DeConnick books! I’ve heard a lot about her run on Captain Marvel in particular.

In Pursuit of Flight sees Captain Marvel travel through time to help some WWII-era commandos fight off a threat. The art changes midway through this book, from one style to a wildly different one, and it’s pretty jarring. And here’s the thing: I am an airplane snob. There are a lot of airplane drawings in this book. And they are almost good.

I enjoyed Higher, Further, Faster, More, uh, more. Captain Marvel travels to another galaxy and helps some aliens who are being forcibly resettled to another planet. It was zippy and fun and had the Guardians of the Galaxy in it, who are fine in and of themselves, but whose presence I think helped set the tone for the whole book. I liked it!

Jar Jar Binks Must Die… And Other Observations about Science Fiction Movies, by Daniel M. Kimmel
Format: Ebook from Hugo Awards packet
As a member of Worldcon a few years back, I received a Hugo Awards packet, containing nominated titles (in electronic form) for voting consideration. I ended up not voting that year, but I did read through this particular book, which was nominated in the “Best Related Work” category.

It’s a collection of essays about science fiction films. The author writes for various publications, and this book is a compilation of columns written at different times for different venues. So — as the author even acknowledges in the introduction — it’s a bit disjointed; better for bathroom reading, perhaps, than start to finish.

Mainlined all at once, though, the book reads like an extended conversation with someone who is way more into science fiction than you will ever be. (I’ll speak for myself, at least.) Kimmel begins by defending science fiction fandom from a culture that is both mainstreaming and, in his view, dismissing it. It reminds me somewhat of a conversation I overheard at Worldcon a few years back, in which two older fans lamented Hollywood’s attempts to “make sci-fi safe for normals”.

You can also sense a snideness in the title of the book itself — like, sure, who hasn’t thought that, but to put it in lights on the cover of the book strikes me as a bit pompous. The author wants you to know exactly how he saw through the saccharine charms of E.T. — “When the houselights came up in the screening room, I was appalled. This was a movie that lacked any depth or subtlety whatsoever” — and ends that chapter with the stern admonition “Call me a curmudgeon if you must, but that’s why I continue to feel that in any serious study of science fiction films, E.T. should just go home.” You can almost feel the Well, actually seeping up through the pages.

All that said — Kimmel knows a lot about movies, and he moves through the canon of sci-fi films in chronological order, spending as much time on forgotten classics of the mid-century as he does on Alien and so on. I appreciated the spotlight on stuff I wouldn’t have known about save for his thoughtful descriptions.

The Five Fists Of Science, by Matt Fraction & Steven Sanders
Format: Trade paperback from library
As a fan of Sex Criminals, I sought out this earlier work by Matt Fraction. In it, Mark Twain and Nikola Tesla team up to stop the supervillainy of Thomas Edison, Andrew Carnegie, and J.P. Morgan. It’s a less-accomplished League of Extraordinary Gentlemen that’s silly enough to be hard to take seriously, and not quite funny enough to enjoy as farce. I was also not a fan of the art. I’d give this one a pass!

The Sea Fairies, by L. Frank Baum
Format: Project Gutenberg ebook
The first of two Baum books on the list this year — after enjoying his Flying Girl books so much, I thought I’d read more of his other (non-Oz) work. The Sea Fairies features characters who would later show up in The Scarecrow of Oz: the young girl Trot and her old pal Cap’n Bill. (The Boy Aviators also has a side character named Bill, but the salty seaman in that story is named Ben, for the record.) In this book, the two humans take a magical voyage to the land of mermaids, where they are ultimately imprisoned by a bad sea dude and held in a bad sea castle until they manage to escape.

Most of it is very dull! The mermaids are devoid of personality and the book has no conflict to speak of until the final act, when they are imprisoned in the castle by the evil magician Zog. Even then, they aren’t in much peril, because the mermaid queen can instantly use magic to thwart almost any hazard. ALL IN ALL this book was pretty boring!

A Fisherman of the Inland Sea, by Ursula K. Le Guin
Format: Hardcover from library
Another notch in my attempt to become an Ursula K. Le Guin completist. This is a fairly recent (2005) collection of her short stories, including a few that take place in her Hainish universe (also seen in The Dispossessed, The Left Hand of Darkness, etc.).

As with all story collections, I liked some more than others, but there are some real gems in here. I love how her science fiction is more concerned with people than science; even in stories about heady theoretical physics, the actual physics is pretty immaterial. The Dispossessed, after all, featured a character inventing a whole new branch of physics without ever quite describing what it even was! And that’s just fine: her mastery of character and the depth of her world-building is plenty to enjoy and all that’s needed.

Sex Criminals, Vol. 2: Two Worlds, One Cop, by Matt Fraction & Chip Zdarsky
Format: Trade paperback purchased from comic shop
This series continues to be great! Though I admit to becoming slightly distracted by the fact that Chip draws the therapist character as himself. How can we focus on the story when we’re constantly aroused, Chip???

The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing, by Marie Kondo
Format: Kindle ebook
This book was really everywhere last year! (And a sequel came out this January.) I read a review and bought the Kindle version; it’s a quick read.

You can find articles and reviews everywhere online if you want to know more about Ms. Kondo’s decluttering philosophy, which she calls “KonMari”. For me, working through the book was a challenge: not because the language was difficult, but because its directions and recommendations ask a lot of a person. (Especially someone like me, who likes stuff.)

The simplified core idea of KonMari is that (a) you should own the things that spark joy in you; and (b) an object can fulfill its purpose in your life by allowing you to get rid of it. Even if it’s something you think is “still good”, or that you would feel “wasteful” throwing out — she recommends a practice of holding it in your hand, thanking it for being part of your life, and allowing yourself to draw your connection with it to a close.

She goes into a lot more philosophy than I can summarize here, of course. It’s a very interesting read. Her manner of personifying objects has a reverent quality about it, which makes her methods take on the air of a pilgrimage or spiritual renewal.

I will say, even if I never will get around to quite decluttering everything around me, I did take away one good tip, which is to sort through EVERYTHING of something at once: if you’re going to sort through clothes, for example, pull them ALL out. That way you can see, and feel in your hand, exactly how much stuff you really have.

The Master Key: An Electrical Fairy Tale, by L. Frank Baum
Format: Project Gutenberg ebook
The second of the two Baum books on this list! I actually enjoyed (a lot of) this one.

The story focuses on a young mischief-making boy, Rob, who’s interested in electricity, a fairly new thing at the time. By accidentally crossing some wires, he releases the spirit of the Demon of Electricity, a sort of genie who gives him various electrical devices to use on adventures — a wristwatch that allows him to travel through the air; a weapon for defense, and a force field for offense; special scopes to see other places in the world; and so on.

A lot of them anticipate inventions we now know well, such as cell phones, video feeds and stun guns. The story’s themes are mindful of how technological progress might be used for either society’s benefit or its harm. I found Rob’s various adventures around the world with the inventions more or less thrilling. He’s pretty insufferable as a character, and can be mean-spirited, but I found some charm in watching him blunder around and be dumb.

There’s more unfortunate racism in this book (Rob at one point finds himself on an island of cannibals, and he later fights against “savages” in Central Asia). It’s not as pervasive or disparaging as in The Boy Aviators, and I’m willing to cut Baum some slack because I know his other work, but it can still be jarring.

Cats in the Sun, by Hans W. Silvester
Format: Paperback received as gift
We got this book as a gift, I think, and have often flipped through to see the lovely pictures it contains of pretty kitties, taken on the Greek Cycladic islands. I have been to Santorini myself, and I have seen cats crawling through the streets and sitting on ledges and rooftops. They are everywhere!

Recently I actually sat down and read the text in this book; the author talks about these quasi-feral cats, and their habits, and their hierarchies, and how they live, owned by the population of the whole island and also by no one. It’s really touching and strangely inspiring — it endows their experience with a certain nobility. I had to apologize to my kitties afterward that they live small, mundane lives inside a house.

Before the Golden Age Book 2, by Isaac Asimov
Format: Paperback from my mom’s house
This is Part 2 of the trilogy I began last year! Part autobiography and part story collection, in this series Asimov describes stories that stuck with him as a younger person, then digs them out of whatever moldy magazine they first appeared and revisits them.

The stories proceed through the 20th century chronologically, so in this volume some of the tropes of sci-fi are starting to solidify, and some of the complete pulp wackiness is starting to flake off. I don’t know that I enjoyed the stories themselves a great deal, but I appreciated reading them as artifacts of their time, and the meta-experience of Asimov’s descriptions and recollections is very interesting. (At one point he even says “Yeah, that one’s not as good as I remember.”)

There’s a third and final volume on my shelf, I hope to get to it this year!

All This and Snoopy, Too, by Charles M. Schulz
Format: Paperback from personal collection
These little Fawcett paperbacks are the best. We had dozens of ’em when I was a kid, the paper all browned and crunchy, the color cracked to white on the spine. I have some of the beautiful Fantagraphics Peanuts books too, but these little ones are more fun to pick up and leaf through. Doing so is a required recharge for me, every so often.

I had the idle thought yesterday that it might be nice to do a Complete Reread of Peanuts, all the strips from 1950 to 2000, and blog about it as I went. I’ve read a lot of the early stuff a bunch, but I never had any collections of strips past the mid-’80s, and so I only ever saw what I came across in the newspaper, and even then just the one time. (I didn’t read hardly any of the ’90s run.) I can’t claim that it will all hold up, especially near the end, but examining whether it did, or what other observations might arise, would of course be the point of the re-read.

I’LL ADD IT TO THE TO-DO LIST *rolls up a giant scroll to see if there’s any room at the bottom*

The Enthusiast, by Joshua Fruhlinger
Format: I designed this book from scratch
Josh, whom you might know as the Comics Curmudgeon, and I have occasionally crossed paths over the last 10 years or so. His blog is great, and when he contacted Make That Thing (for whom I sometimes design books) about producing his first novel, I was excited to be a part of it.

The Enthusiast is a novel about Kate, who works for an agency that attempts to get people excited about things. Sort of like grassroots marketing, but ideally without anyone knowing that they’re being marketed to. Two of Kate’s projects involve helping someone who wants to make a movie out of a mid-century soap opera comic strip, and helping a train manufacturer win a bid to make new train cars for the DC metro system.

So she gets involved, deeply involved, with the people who love those things. She immerses herself, simultaneously, in the weird disparate worlds of light rail enthusiasts and soap opera comic strip fans. She meets strange characters along the way, of course, who help her see the world a little differently, and she comes to know herself a little better too.

I will be honest with you: this book is great. It’s really smart, and funny in all the right places, and it lives in the world we live in, in a way that’s both relatable and surprising. It’s insightful and it’s dramatic. The link above goes to the Amazon paperback/Kindle versions, but Josh has a roundup here of links to all the different formats available (including the limited hardcover editions that I helped to make).

Normally I wouldn’t count a book I worked on for the “read this year” list, but I genuinely liked The Enthusiast, and I hope you read it too.


That adds up to 21 books in 2015. It’s the lowest count since I started keeping track in 2012… But I wrote way more words about the books I read this year than I did back in 2012. Some of my absolute favorite books ever are on that 2012 list, and I’ve said more about them in this post than I did there! A TRUE OUTRAGE.

I will see you in 12 months, when I guess I will write 10,000 words about the one book I’ve finished so far in 2016!!