Ben Hutching’s Working Hard:

Review in the Comics Journal Online.

http://www.tcj.com/dogsbody/db031107.html

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GLENAT LIVRES

Collection Sillage

Format : 198 mn x 260 mn

144 pages

A paraître le 15 octobre 2003

http://www.glenat.com/dyn/glenat/pagesasp/02cata/liste.asp?idarticle=183202&EDITEUR=090&FERMER=VRAI&RETOUR=

Train I Ride

Had one of those little moments of self-doubt the other day. (Yep, I have them too.)

Where you wonder, just for a moment, if it would be easier to play by the rules. To accept things as they are. To seek comfort before meaning. To accept, and be an apologist for Things as They Are.

A little difficult to fit in, here in Siem Reap. I’m a foreigner, already a weird minority. Even if I tried to fit the rank and file of English teachers or nonprofit workers, I still come off like a Martian to people from the deep countryside. And I’d still come home to a crocodile farm at my doorstep.

I could go ‘home’ to USA. Living with my family would be an imposition, and LA under Schwarzenegger (‘the Gropinator’) has as much appeal as dental surgery. I’d have to move to something new, not back to the familiar.

Then there’s Australia. Half a decade has passed since 53 Hunter Street.

I went back in 2002, and caught up a bit.

Malvern Stars are now Braddock Coalition, shifting to books and magazines from tiny small press. Musicman created a virtual memorial to his sharehouse, just up the road. Mandy published a book and has another on the way. Kirrily and lots more went back to art school. Amber wrangled some arty jobs, published an anthology and had a kid. Laura Panic returned from youth festival burnout to rock the house. Tim moved to New Zealand, where his girlfriend lets him draw all day. Shags is a full-time graphic designer. The Pox Girls live out in the countryside.

The community is still there but we’re not fresh faced kids anymore. I couldn’t return and reprise my role if I wanted to. Even though I’ve been marked deeper than any tattoo by my travels.

Our relationship with the scene changes over time. People leave, people change, people grow. Factsheet Five’s Mike Gunderloy dropped out of zinedom to live on a farm. Pete Ashton did the same for a while. Mike and Carla Sinclair of Boing-Boing moved to the Pacific; their former fringe zine is now a top-ranked blog. Stratu turned to Jesus. Dougo left Cave Clan. John Porcellino is still pumping out King –Cat. Jeff ‘Destroy All Comics’ Levine, now stripblogging. Webcomix pioneer Jesse Reklaw still weekly, now published and syndicated.

The travel bug hit me later than I thought it was possible. I think of places like Dunedin, with Tony Renouf ecstatically extolling its virtues. Late nights and anggur putih in Yogyakarta, where everyone’s a secret friend you have yet to meet. Cold, bright Hobart’s gothic secrets and surprises around every corner. Maybe candidate spots for retirement. I always had plans. And they’re not half finished.

Landmines, blood-sucking leeches, wanna-be gangsters, pollution, crappy food, stultifying bureaucracy, indifference: throw it all at me. I’ll have it for breakfast.

There is no way back. It doesn’t exist. Maybe the good times weren’t always that great. Or maybe they’re just a hint of the fun on the road ahead.

Either way, that’s where I’m going.

If you’re tired of Tintin you’re tired of life.

http://www.iranian.com/Arts/2002/November/Tintin/

Thomas Pynchon Essay.

http://www.livejournal.com/users/elvis_christ/50047.html

Battambang! (again)

http://www.qdcomic.com/battambang/ details my recent trip there. Still some more to write up.

Here’s a new Cambodia comic by Simon Hureau, ‘Palaces’

http://www.ego-comme-x.com/article.php3?id_article=173

In response to a comment that there’s a lot of French interest in comics, our New Zealand correspondent writes: “Those wacky French, just make sure to guard the local Greenpeace

office.” (Would that we had a Greenpeace office in Cambodia.) The forests are being cut to pieces, the local forestry monitor (Global Witness) has been kicked out, and there still is no indigenous paper production here. They’re cutting down the forests, but all books here are printed on imported paper and ink. Something’s wrong here.

Call for submissions, Chain 11.