Schulz and Peanuts by David Michaelis

Bill Watterson’s review of David Michaelis’s biography of Charles “Sparky” Schulz, the creator of Peanuts, is a fair representation and, written as it is from the viewpoint of another brilliant comics artist, is probably the best introduction available. That review dates from before the controversy kicked up by Schulz’s family called Michaelis’s account into question, however, and therefore makes no mention of the alleged problems with the book. Shortly after publication the New York Times printed a brief article detailing the family’s main objections, and more remarkable still is this thread of comments on Cartoon Brew, in which four members of the family (Monte Schulz, Amy Schulz Johnson, Jill Schulz, and Jean Schulz) appear to lay into Michaelis for numerous errors and omissions, and for the overall tone of his portrayal of the artist. Michaelis indirectly addresses a few of these issues in one interview conducted before the Schulzes went on the warpath, but the NYT article presents his best response:

Mr. Michaelis said that he was surprised to hear how upset some members of the family were, but that “to their children fathers are always heroes, and very few families can see beyond that paterfamilias.” After interviewing hundreds of people, going through every one of the 17,897 comic strips Schulz drew and doing extensive research, Mr. Michaelis said, “this was the man I found.”

“Did I get the story right?” he asked. “Absolutely. No question.”

The fact that one of Schulz’s children, Amy, actually calls her father “Christ-like” in response to perceived slights in Michaelis’s book would seem to bear out the idea that her assessment, at least, may not be entirely accurate. The biographer naturally dwells on the interesting, but the interesting stuff in a life is precisely what people personally associated with that life will try to hide or revise after the fact, so we should expect a strong reaction to any account that isn’t entirely positive. Minor factual errors aside, the main complaints seem to be mostly unfounded. (more…)

Cussedness Awards 2007

  • Literary event of the year: Kittenwar: The Book. The launch party was brilliant fun, thanks to everyone who turned up.
  • Best book about cats not written by me and Fraser: Cat Getting Out of a Bag by Jeffrey Brown. This is a smashing little book, endearing and beautifully observed. Chronicle are clearly the quality cat-book publisher.
  • Best book not about cats and not written by me and Fraser: Oystercatchers, by my mate Sue, read it now.
  • Album of the year: We Can Create by Maps. Lovely.
  • Most overrated album of the year: Neon Bible by Arcade Fire. Am I the only person in the world who thinks this is a load of whiny rubbish? And I liked Funeral, too. Deeply disappointing.
  • Best animated feature, and about time too: Futurama - Bender’s Big Score.
  • Best computer I have owned to date: 15″ Apple MacBook Pro. Not quite perfect, and Leopard is a bit crashy still, but much nicer than using Windows on some shonky PC.
  • Depressing non-event of the year: our house sale. The current state of this almost eight-month long transaction is so fragile that I’m wary of discussing it in public for fear of the remote possibility that our buyers might read what I think of them and take offence, so I’m going to leave it until the sale has fallen through entirely or (unlikely, this) completed before relating the full saga. It’s a cracking story though; the whole experience has led me to believe that English property law needs serious reform, perhaps involving the statutory deployment of stocks and public floggings as deterrent measures for recalcitrant parties.
  • Scary number of the year: 30.

That’s about it, see you next year.

Bookhunter by Jason Shiga

Jason Shiga’s Bookhunter is one of the best comics I’ve read in ages. You can read it online at that last link, but it’s so good that everyone should go out and buy the lovely print copy, it’s even better in dead-tree format. I picked it up because I loved Fleep, and like Fleep it’s a geeky masterpiece, but Bookhunter is much funnier and, not being set completely inside a phone box, is naturally more expansive. It’s basically a crime-solving procedural, but set in a world where books are accorded a status more normally reserved for works of art and bits of shiny rock, and where librarians hold rank in the police force. It also has 1970s mainframe hacking and high-speed action sequences, and beyond that I’m not going to say any more because I don’t want to spoil the story. Read it now.