Mar 28, 2015

Miracleman Artifact Edition

IDW announced a Miracleman Artifact Edition. The hardcover will contains 144 pages and it is solicited as being $95.

More details at Comicsalliance: here.

Mar 23, 2015

Jacen Burrows on Providence

Page from Providence N. 1.Art by Jacen Burrows.
Excerpt from an interview to Providence's artist Jacen Burrows. Interview conducted by Hannah Means Shannon for BleedingCool.

HMS: For Providence, you get to draw monsters, you get to draw people, you get to draw people who are monsters. What do you think is viscerally scary for comic readers, and what are some of your strategies for affecting readers in such a way?
JB:
[...] The hope being that when the horrific things happen or when our lead character stumbles into the darker corners of the Lovecraftian world that they will be all the more horrific in contrast. Robert Black doesn’t live in a shady nightmare world; he lives in our world, which sometimes intersects with things that will horrify him down to his bones. There are definitely some opportunities to design and show some really scary stuff, but I think it is the contrast with the recognizable but still somewhat alien 1919 setting that amplifies the creepiness.

[...]

HMS: What do you think of being the first artist to visually harmonize the majority of Lovecraft’s stories into a single universe?
JB: This is really Alan’s accomplishment. I know what it took for him to bring it all together and from the beginning my goal was just to deliver his vision as accurately as I could. As long as he is happy, I am happy. I’m sure once it is complete I will be able to appreciate the whole thing in more of an academic light as an enthusiastic Lovecraft fan.

River of Ghosts Screenprint

Art by Kevin O'Neill.
A brand new A3 four colour screenprint to celebrate the release of Nemo: River of Ghosts! Limited edition of 250. Signed by Alan Moore and Kevin O’Neill. Exclusive to Gosh! Comics. Buy here.

Mar 22, 2015

Providence N.1 preview

Art by Jacen Burrows.
Providence N. 1 will arrive at the end of May published by Avatar Press, with art by Jacen Burrows. In the meantime, BleedingCool has published a 3-page preview from the first issue of the series.

More details here.
Art by Jacen Burrows.

Mar 21, 2015

New Alan Moore and Kevin O'Neill creation!

Alan Moore Mustard interview.
Moore caricature by Andrew Waugh.
Excerpt from an interview conducted by Alex Musson in 2014, 2009 and 2005 (with Andrew O'Neill) for Mustard, available online here.

Alan Moore: Kevin [O'Neill] and I have been working on League for a long time. I've had other projects, but Kevin's been living solely with Mina Harker for 15 years – although there are worse fates! (laughs) So we wanted a bit of a palette cleanser. We're working on something else, something very different from League, which explores quite a few things we're interested in. It's quite experimental and modernist. I don't want to say more yet. You should be hearing more about it by middle of 2015.

The complete interview can be read here.

Mar 12, 2015

Moore on Strangehaven

From Strangehaven N. 14 (Abiogenesis, 2002) back cover:

A darkly glittering example of the soap opera noir, Gary Spencer Millidge’s Strangehaven is an occasionally-opening portal into a beautifully realised otherworld, a plane all the more intriguing and sinister for its resemblance to our own mundane territories.
Perfectly controlled and naturalistic storytelling creates a wraparound illusion of the everyday in which surreal and threatening incidents are studded like unnerving little jewels.
Gary Millidge is a consummate craftsman, a watchmaker patiently constructing his own unique universe.
For a passport to a planet of unsettling delights that writhe beneath the surface of the ordinary, I strongly recommend that you attempt to be there when the portal next opens. [Alan Moore]

Strangehaven is the cult-series written and drawn by Gary Spencer Millidge.
The new episodes are currently serialized in Meanwhile... anthology published by Soaring Penguin Press.

Mar 11, 2015

Millar and... The Alan

Mark Millar's permission via Twitter, 11th of March 2015.
From the sold-out Alan Moore: Portrait of an Extraordinary Gentleman book (2003, Abiogenesis Press, page 79), below you can read the contribution written by the acclaimed writer MARK MILLAR to celebrate Alan Moore's 50th birthday.
Posted on this blog with the author's permission. Many thanks to Mr. Millar for that.

How I Learned To Love The Alan
© Mark Millar

Okay, I’ve got two Alan Moore stories and neither of them is particularly good, but they’re mine and I love them and I’ll share them with you right now if you have a minute to spare.

The first is probably the most embarrassing and features me, aged thirteen, showing- up at my first, very modest comic convention in the futuristic city of Glasgow back in 1983. I’d never heard of Alan Moore at that point, but my Dad had read in a newspaper that some Marvel Comics writers and artists were going to be appearing locally and eager young fans were invited to approach for autographs and sketches. Now bear in mind that I was thirteen years old (and a slightly stupid thirteen at that), but I showed up with a sketch pad and asked this preposterously tall man with a beard, Jesus hair and a fine 40s-style hat where I could find Stan Lee. He looked politely awkward and said that Stan wasn’t here, but the Marvel UK boys were. He introduced me to such fledging superstars as Alan Davis, Gary Leach, Brian Bolland, Dave Gibbons and a fairly large number of people I’d never actually heard of before. It was one of those slightly surreal scenes where a weighty group of comic book pros were actually lining up to sketch and sign for a single, semi-detached young fan who was a little disappointed this line-up wasn’t quite what he expected. Deep down, they knew that I wanted to save those blank A4 pages for slightly more important pros, preferably with American accents.

Flash-forward one year and Alan Moore is back in Glasgow again at one of those ill-attended Scottish Cons. He’s instantly recognisable, of course, and knowing absolutely no-one else at the show I approach him as he thumbs through a bargain bin and ask him for his autograph. I’ve still never read any of his work at this point, but a friend had asked me to get some Warriors signed for him and it wasn’t really much of an inconvenience. Mistaking me for someone who’d actually been reading this stuff, he asked me what I thought and, as bone-crushingly cringing as it is to admit now, I just pretended I was quite a fan and let Moore detail at length his upcoming plans for perhaps the two finest comic-strips of that very illustrious decade. But a strange thing happened as I tuned into his hypnotic, Northampton accent. I don’t know if it was the Rasputin beard, the Svengali eyes or the fact that he was just invading my personal space to the point where I agreed with almost everything he suggested, but I became a convert. This slightly frightening-looking black and white stuff was a million miles from the four-colour shite I’d been eating up every month from Marvel and DC, but he made a fascinating case for it and, on the train home, I read every single word and hungered for more.

Next day, I begged my parents for cash and took off into town again on a mission to catch up on this guy’s stuff. His fifth or six Swamp Thing was out so I had a few of them to catch up on, Warrior was at number twenty-one or so which meant I had a couple of blissful years of Marvelman, V For Vendetta, Bojeffries and various shorts to masticate over. As the weeks passed, I even started tracking down the smallest two and three page 2000AD stories this rising star had churned out on his way to the top and, best of all, I picked up every single issue of Bernie Jay’s Daredevils; a monthly, black and white reprint magazine that not only featured all these Krigstein-like strips from some guy called Frank Miller, but page after page of a young Alan Moore who was writing everything he could get his hands on. Captain Britain, comic-book articles, cartoon strips and interviews; Daredevils gave Moore a forum to not only dazzle us with the stories, but also convert us to his rapidly growing cult by indoctrinating us with his opinions. Here was a grown-up talking about comics like they actually meant something and, when you’re fourteen years old and living in the arse-end of nowhere, that’s really quite alluring, you know.
Moore's essay on Stan Lee.
My most poignant memory of Moore’s articles (and I’m too lazy to dig it out to give you specific reference) was a piece where he wrote about his appreciation of 60s Marvel and his (really quite manly) love of Mister Stan Lee. His ode to Stan ended with an appreciation of his efforts that not only gave him years of pleasure as a child, but also built a foundation that meant that he and his peers could actually earn a comfortable living on the basis of Stan’s hard graft. I remember being impressed with that at the time and feel the same way now as my rolling, easily-distracted eyes drift across my bookshelves and see a body of work from Moore which, more than anyone else of his period, promoted his craft and the medium he obviously has such a scary-looking erection for. My own snotty generation of British writers owe Moore for not only proving that it was possible to work for an American company while living on this miserable, rain-soaked rock, but we owe him a debt for inspiring us to write something better than that formulaic super-shite we’d probably be writing without him. Together with guys like Miller and Chaykin, he redefined the medium forever and, based on that bedrock, the biggest industry spike we’ve ever seen took place in the early nineteen nineties. But I think Moore deserves the credit for that foundation more than anyone else and I’ll say that to their faces, dear reader. Moore was really our Stan Lee and he’s pretty much the reason most of us are in a job.

By the way, before I go, I should probably point out that I never actually got that Alan Moore autograph for the pal in my old hometown. I was genuinely so mesmerized by Moore’s loose chatter about an upcoming Superman annual and his eerily accurate vision of a totalitarian Britain that I completely forgot and only remembered once I’d opened my front door again. Like the bastard I am, instead of just admitting my mistake, I took the easy way out and clumsily forged his signature across a copy of Warrior issue one. To this day, that autographed cover hangs on his wall and I must admit that even I can feel some tiny twinge of guilt whenever I look at it. If you’re reading this, mate, I’m so incredibly sorry, but I suppose it isn’t every day that a writer gets to sign a book that good.

Cheers, Alan. Have a good one and may whatever dark forces you’re channelling these days let you live forever at the expense of others.
 

Mark Millar,
Glasgow
25th March 2003