Back to the Final ’90s Countdown, with the next in line of the one-vote receivers:
Optic Nerve (Drawn & Quarterly, 1995-2015)
Now here’s a comic where I read every gosh-darn issue, unlike some of thge other entries in this particular series of posts. Adrian Tomine’s Optic Nerve had its origins in a series of self-published mini-comics in the first half of the 1990s. …Which, okay, I lied, I hadn’t read the mini-comics, but can easily at any time, which I’ll get into in a sec.
Optic Nerve, at least the Drawn & Quarterly run, always sort of struck me as a quieter, more melancholy Dan Clowes, with stories that are only sporadically autobiographical, and often very slice-of-life tales. Very emotional at times, often sad, always affecting.
There are a number of reprints for these comics, including (as I noted) the original minis, which can be read in a book titled 32 Stories. There is also a boxed set of replicas of the seven individual minis called the 32 Stories Optic Nerve Box Set.
Of the Drawn & Quarterly series, there are four collections: Sleepwalk and Other Stories, Shortcomings, Summer Blonde, and Killing and Dying. Of interest is an additional book called Q & A, in which Tomine answers questions about his work and career. These are of..sporadic availability from the main distributors for most comic shops, but those stores that have set up accounts with more general distributors may have better luck.
Honestly, I was surprised to discover Optic Nerve came to an end as long ago as 2015, but Tomine’s done more than just that series. There was his humorous collection Scenes from an Impending Marriage, Scrapbook: Uncollected Work 1990-2004, New York Drawings, and most recently, The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Cartoonist, where he relates tales of his life in the cartooning business.
Really one of the top boks of the “autobio” genre from the period, of which there were many, even if that element was only occasionally present. Well worth tracking down and visiting if you haven’t before…and worth revisiting if it’s been a while.
Here’s another title that I shockingly didn’t not read, coming out as it did when the comics market was in serious flux and so was my disposable income. Now, the person who voted for this title actually voted for Nocturnals: Black Planet, which was the 1998 trade paperback edition published by Oni Press and was kinda its own thing which I’ll discuss in a moment.
The greatest indie comic that may or may not have been named after a George Carlin gag (“could be meat…could be cake…meat cake!”) was created by the inventive and creative Dame Darcy.
Well, here’s one where I kinda goofed up. I’d forgotten that this version of The Mask actually had its start as a feature in the Mayhem series in 1989, those stories later being reprinted in an issue #0 as part of thge first Mask mini-series from 1991. Which means this character began prior to 1990 and should have been disqualified.
This ten-issue series was the one of Chester Brown’s earliest post-Yummy Fur longform projects, preceded by aborted Underwater in the mid/late-ish 1990s. (Surprisingly, Underwater lasted 11 issues, but its central conceit of babies gradually learning to understand the language spoken around them, resulting in most of the text being gibberish, was I think more than the readership was willing to do along with.)
Here’s yet another comic from this period that’s on this ongoing list of books that I didn’t read, despite remembering its existence quite well. Hilly Rose by B.C. Boyer published a scant nine issues over a three year period, with a series of very nice sci-fi pulpy covers.
Okay, this is stretching the boundaries of what I’m doing with this little survey here. While my intention was to cover only actual comic book series, I guess there was nothing in the rules that says a
Now I remember Finder as being a popular book with the indie comics cognoscenti (comicsnocenti?). It had relatively strong sales for us at the previous place of employment, and its many wonderful and strange covers always caught my eye and stood out on the rack.
Look, so when I was processing the image file for this entry, I kept naming it “Box Office Potion,” and frankly, all I can say is that I’ve watched