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Monday, April 11, 2011

Reviews: Team of Rivals/The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln

Although Abraham Lincoln ranks among the most popular subjects of biographers and historians, writers continue to find new ways to examine the iconic president. One such well-received book from 2005 is Doris Kearns Goodwin’s Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln. In this compelling page-turner I could not put down and was sorry to finish, Goodwin views Lincoln and his political acuity through the prism of his Cabinet. Lincoln’s leadership, self-confidence, political shrewdness, and impeccable sense of timing allowed him to guide the country at a major turning point in its history and become, along with George Washington, the most revered and honored president. He did so by preserving the union, and slowly and naturally leading the nation to the Emancipation Proclamation and the 13th Amendment.

As the book shows, his simple log cabin, rail-splitting background belied an emotional maturity and shrewd political instinct that caused many to underestimate the desperately driven and ambitious self-made Lincoln. During a time when the fate of the suddenly fragile union rested in his hands, Lincoln brought together a group of highly accomplished, talented and disparate men — several of whom were serious candidates for the presidency themselves — and skillfully managed their egos and differences to get their best work in service to the country and his personal vision.

At its most basic level, Rivals interweaves the biographies of Lincoln and the men he appointed to his Cabinet. Several of the members he appointed to the Cabinet were Lincoln’s political rivals and, up to the eve of the 1860 presidential elections, the front runners for the presidential ticket of the Republican party. These include William H. Seward, who would become his Secretary of State, and one of his closest and most loyal advisor and companion; and Salmon Chase, his Secretary of the Treasury, who had been particularly pained to lose the nomination to Lincoln and would continue to aspire for the presidency even while still serving under Lincoln and well into his later years.

In forming his Cabinet, Lincoln chose men he thought best qualified for the job and representative of the diversity of views and political thought in the country, not men who would be blindly loyal to him. In fact, many of these men initially did not think highly of the newly-elected chief executive—some even held him in contempt—but it did not take long for them to recognize his integrity, the strength of his character, and his leadership. This led to genuine respect and fondness. (This was something that seemed true of everyone who came into contact with Lincoln.) His selection of these men not only underscored Lincoln’s supreme self-confidence in appointing men who likely initially believed themselves to be his intellectual (and social) equal or better, but also his political skills.

It's important to note that Lincoln wasn't necessarily interested in having these men get along—indeed, real factions and alliances emerged. But they gave him the results and often strong opposing advice he desired, while at the same time he maintained his authority and leadership.

Central to the story is Kearns Goodwin’s detailed description of the political landscape of the time. Much of the 1800s leading up to the 1860 election was devoted to keeping a lid on the slavery issue, with laws being passed to placate the South which considered slavery central to its economy and cultural identity. By the 1850s, tensions began to ratchet up again, culminating with the 1860 election, due to the steady erosion of the laws that had previously limited slavery to the South. Many in the North felt that the South was holding the country hostage because it was insisting that the new territories and border states had the right to determine whether they were a slave state or not. The South acutely recognized that if the new territories prohibited slavery, it would not only dilute their political clout nationally and in Congress, but also threaten the institution of slavery itself, which they could not abide. In contrast, for many in the North, the final straw was the passing of laws that compelled Northern states and citizens to return escaped slaves, which now made them feel complicit in enslavement.

It's clear the South would likely have seceded regardless of who was on the Republican ticket—in many ways, Lincoln won the nomination because he was more of a blank slate and seemed more middle of the road and electable than his rivals. Indeed, at the outset, Lincoln was no abolitionist, which was considered political suicide: while privately against slavery, he supported keeping slavery restricted to the South with the belief it would eventually wither away on its own accord. Only later, as the war turned in the North’s favor, did he decide to issue the Emancipation Proclamation, which was followed by the 13th Amendment that abolished slavery.

But make no mistake—as much as the South has tried to re-write history by making the American Civil War a conflict rooted in states’ rights, the bottom line was that it was a war they chose to fight to preserve their right to enslave others.

Reading about the South’s tactics and grievances admittedly brought to mind comparisons to many of the issues being fought today, often involving the same parts of the country. Like then, a small, vocal minority seems able to hold sway over the will of the majority in other parts of the country. Indeed, I wondered whether we would have been better off to simply let the South secede and wallow in an untenable and immoral institution that, regardless of the American Civil War, would ultimately have at some point collapsed upon itself and become its legacy. Given the more than 620,000 lives lost in the war—more than all other conflicts including World War I and II combined—one wonders whether it was worth the cost.

After finishing the book, however, I recognized that such thoughts were contrary to Lincoln’s and his contemporaries’ legacy, and their vision for a strong union and their commitment to abolish slavery once and for all. And like it or not, such tension is an inherent quality of a vibrant and healthy democracy.

This is a wonderful book that brings Lincoln, his contemporaries and history to life. It’s not at all “dry,” and full of anecdotes and excerpts from an era when people recorded their most private thoughts and feelings in letters and diaries. We see Lincoln’s ability to entertain and love of a good joke, while masking an inner melancholy that some people believe suggests clinical depression. Having just visited Washington, DC, and as the country prepares to commemorate the sesquicentennial of the start of the Civil War, it certainly is a timely moment to read this book.

Monday, April 4, 2011

The Curious Case of Comicspace


While updating the WCG Comics website, I decided to simplify and remove MySpace, Comicspace, and the Hanes Briefs forum from my list of community links. The WCG website, this blog, and new WCG Comics/Rob Hanes Adventures Facebook page will remain my primary promotional vehicles.

While my initial strategy focused on trying to be at as many places as possible to maximize the ways people could find me, I decided that it was time to consolidate and cut loose dead weight. Although my MySpace and the Hanes Briefs forum accounts still exist for archival reasons, the emergence of Facebook as both an effective networking and chat site has rendered them superfluous, so I thought it was time to abandon them altogether. The strange, puzzling case of Comicspace, however, remains a mystery and is what precipitated these changes in the first place.

Screenshot of my old Comicspace user page
Comicspace was originally created as a sort of comics industry version of MySpace, where fans and many aspiring and emerging cartoonists hung out. ComicSpace had a simple, bright, appealing interface that allowed users to network and post webcomics. (I primarily used it for the latter, to preview upcoming issues.) Though the site received positive attention and gained a respectable following, it never achieved real critical mass or was embraced by the broader comics community, particularly among industry professionals. 

Some excitement was generated in 2007 when ComicSpace merged with Webcomicsnation (a dedicated site for webcomics) and OnlineComics. Nothing really changed, however, at any of those sites until the fall of 2010, when ComicSpace abruptly and without warning completely revamped itself, seemingly in a half-baked attempt to reinvent itself as a social networking and blogging site, with WordPress now as its main engine. Not only was the site’s original simple design completely gone in favor of WordPress, but, unfortunately, no one was given any warning. Frustrated and blind-sided users suddenly found their stored images and webcomics missing, and scrambling to redesign their pages in the new system. And though Comicspace’s identity was never well defined, the redesign in my view completely obliterated the unique and quirky personality that had previously distinguished it from other comics community sites.

Though I eventually found my images buried in my account (I primarily used the site to preview upcoming stories), despite a lot of effort, I found the new interface completely confusing and unwieldy, with no support or directions provided by Comicspace. Comicspace had suddenly shifted focus to become a blogging site and, worse, nobody was available to help users understand or make the transition. In fact, the site owners don’t appear to have posted since the fall and most of the blog posts appear to be spam.

Given the domination of MySpace and now Facebook, and the rise of dedicated webcomics sites like webcomicsnation, Comicspace never established a strong footing, let alone a strong focus or identity. Regardless, it did host a small, thriving community and embodied a unique and welcoming interface that gave it a unique personality, but it seemingly completely threw that out the window in a misguided and sudden re-launch that confused and alienated existing users.

Fortunately, inconvenience aside, there are plenty of sites out there that can fulfill much of what Comicspace did in its heyday. But Comicspace had a distinctive feel and design to it, which I will miss.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

Treasure Trove


While searching for the Adventures of Jon Fury in Japan—a collection of a previously unreprinted series by “artist’s artist” Alex Toth that was not carried by my local comic-book store—I discovered it was available online at Stuart Ng Books. Fortunately, the company’s storefront is not too far from me in the Southbay area of L.A., so I was glad to save the shipping and take a trip down to the store to pick up the issue. This also was a perfect excuse for me to visit the store for the first time.

Cover to Jon Fury in Japan
I always enjoy visiting bookstores that specialize in artbooks—I’m fortunate that there are a few local to me—so it was a real treat to visit one that specializes in artbooks, graphic albums, and cartooning. (Ng is a regular exhibitor at the San Diego Comic-Con, where he generally emphasizes hard-to-find and upscale artbooks.)

Though no longer really the norm, comic-book stores used to have the reputation of looking like a boys’ clubhouse, with comics and magazines stored haphazardly in boxes or stacked to the ceiling. (Believe me, I’m not dissing this—the first comic-book stores I frequented back in the 1970s definitely fit this profile, and I have nothing but fond memories of my weekly pilgrimmages to these stores).

In contrast, by any standard, Ng’s store is extraordinarily clean, professional, and well-maintained. Located in a newish, non-descript business park in Torrance, a Southbay community in Los Angeles, the bookstore is airy and inviting, conducive to browsing.

In addition to artbooks that feature the work of a wide range of cartoonists and illustrators, there are also plenty of European graphic albums (many imported, meaning they’re not translated), sketchbooks by fan-favorite artists, and classic comics collections. Many of the items are rare and hard to find—indeed, I was interested to discover items I personally already own for sale at prices that reflect their rarity and desirability. Along the same lines, I spotted a book available there that was out of print at Amazon.

Anyone with an interest in cartooning, comics, commercial art, and illustration definitely owe it to themselves to visit the store if they are local or the website for hard to find items and collections.  

Visit the Stuart Ng Books website for address information and directions.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

In the Nation's Capitol

As a history buff, one of my favorite places to visit is Washington, DC. My wife and I were last there in 1998 and we had an opportunity to return earlier this month with our two young children. (Before that, I visited DC as a kid with my family back in the ‘70s.)

Since it’s easy to tire yourself out trying to fit everything in when you only have a few days, we chose instead to spend good, quality time at a few key places. It helped, of course, that we’d been to DC before, so we had a sense of what was realistic for a visit of a few days. For example, we decided the kids probably wouldn’t find seeing graves and monuments at Arlington Cemetery particularly meaningful or interesting. (Back in ‘98, my wife and I also visited Thomas Jefferson’s home, Monticello, in Virginia and the Manassas Civil War battlefield.)

Partly for this reason, we spent a surprisingly brief time at the National Mall. I actually was in DC on business for a conference the first few days. At the end of the first day, having been indoors all day at the hotel for meetings, when I met the family for dinner that evening, I suggested taking a quick cab ride to the Lincoln Memorial at the Mall. My daughter was thrilled to see where Martin Luther King, Jr., delivered at his address in front of the monument; from there, we walked to the Korean War Veterans’ Monument, and the new World War II Veterans’ Monument. As it began to get dark, we hopped back in a taxi for our hotel near Dupont Circle for dinner. In retrospect, it’s good we made this quick visit, because we never found time to return and explore the other monuments at the Mall! Though I would like to have seen the Jefferson Memorial, the Vietnam War Monument, and the FDR Memorial, they’ll have to wait for another trip.

The first full day we spent together, we visited the Museum of Natural History and the American History Museum, both part of the Smithsonian. Actually, to be more precise, my wife and children visited the natural history museum while I visited the American History Museum. The kids had gone inside the natural history museum only briefly the day before (they ended up ice skating outdoors instead) and wanted to go back and spend more time there. As for myself, as fine as I’m sure the museum is, I wasn’t interested inseeing displays of things like dinosaur bones which I could see anywhere else, so I went instead to the American History Museum where my wife and kids caught up with me later in the afternoon. (They did get to see the Hope Diamond, which I saw back in '98.)

In any case, I wasn’t disappointed! The exhibits there included “Abraham Lincoln: An Extraordinary Life,” the First Ladies exhibit (a lot of gowns!), the American Presidency, Julia Child’s Kitchen, and an exhibition about Thomas Alva Edison and science in America. The Lincoln exhibit and another called the “Price of Freedom: Americans at War” (stretching from the French-Indian War to the War in Iraq) were especially memorable. The permanent display of the Star Spangled Banner flag, which inspired Francis Scott Key to pen the poem that became the national anthem, was also impressive, partly because I was shocked by the flag's huge size!

The next day, we drove a rental car to George Washington’s residence and plantation at Mount Vernon, which is about 12 miles outside Washington, DC. My wife and I visited Mount Vernon in 1998, but we were impressed by the changes since then. A huge state-of-the-art museum was completed there in 2006, but it’s mostly underground to preserve the original grounds.

Mount Vernon is one of my favorite historical places. It has a spectacular view that overlooks the Potomac—when you stand on the back porch of the main house atop Mount Vernon which looks out over the river (especially on a stifling summer day, as we did back in ‘98), you get a real sense of what it must have felt and looked like to George and Martha Washington back in the 18th century. It helps that the community has kept the surrounding area in its original state, including the woods across the river. I thought we would visit Mount Vernon for just a few hours then go off to see something else later in the day, but it was so interesting and immersive, we ended up staying there the whole day, arriving at 9:30 a.m. and leaving near closing time at 4:45 p.m.! Mount Vernon has also made an effort to deal with slavery honestly and directly. Slave quarters have been preserved and a monument to the slave population at Mount Vernon (and a discovered unmarked cemetery) has recently been erected. (One changed we noticed since 1998 is a reference in plaques and in the brochures to the slave population as “enslaved people” rather than “slaves.”) It was fascinating learning about Washington’s life as a farmer, which he considered himself even before a soldier or statesman.

On Tuesday, we visited the White House and the U.S. Capitol, arranged in advance through our local Congressman. Because visitors are not allowed to take cameras or backpacks into the White House, we kept the rental car overnight so that we could park in the city and ditch our belongings in the car during the tour. (We returned the car after the tour and used the Metro after that.)

The White House tour was primarily restricted to the East Wing, but it was still a thrill to be inside. We learned one room was about to be closed for an event that Michelle Obama was hosting. A uniformed Secret Service agent in one of the rooms even graciously let our children behind the security rope so that they could get a close up view of a painting of George Washington while he pointed out interesting features of it. This is the same painting that has been in the White House since 1800 and was saved by Dolly Madison when the British burned down the structure during the War of 1812. At the same time we were on our tour, we noticed a Secret Service man giving a personal tour to two Russian dignitaries, who were accompanied by an interpreter to translate what the Secret Service man was describing.

After we returned the car, we took the Metro back to the U.S. Capitol for a tour that was given to us by the Congressional staffer who set up the tour. Since we met her at the Congressman's Office in one of the outlying executive office buildings for Congress, we used the underground tunnels that connect the Congressional buildings to the Capitol It was nice to have a personal tour by a Congressional aide; she also got us tickets to sit in the House and Senate chambers. Although not much was going on, we saw Minnesota Senator Al Franken presiding over the Senate chamber. The kids were really quiet and respectful, even though my 5-year-old son said afterwards, “It was boring!” But he was quiet and well behaved as we sat in the Senate gallery. Because we didn’t get to the Capitol until the afternoon, we didn’t get to see the main museum there until just before it closed. I would have liked at least one more day in Washington to see it.

Anyway, it was a terrific family trip!

Below are the links to the photo galleries from this trip:

REVIEWS: Unbroken

Like many people, when I go on long trips I take a book for the plane ride and other downtime. For a recent trip to Washington, DC, from my home in L.A., I took along Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption by author/historian Laura Hillenbrand, who gained prominence for her book, Seabiscuit (made into a film in 2010). I’ll be posting soon about my trip to the nation’s capitol, but wanted to also mention this remarkable book—it was such a page-turner, I finished it well before the trip was over, meaning I had nothing to read during the five hour return flight home!

I first learned about the book through Vanity Fair, which ran an extensive excerpt late last year. The excerpt covered the extraordinary story of the 47 days a downed airman named Louis Zamperini spent adrift in the Pacific Ocean (along with two companions, one of whom died before the end of the ordeal) after their malfunctioning bomber went down while on a search mission. (The week before, they’d already been in a hellish bombing mission that nearly took their lives and killed and wounded half the crew.) It was a mesmerizing tale, so I was delighted to get the book for Christmas and to bring it along for my trip.

As the title suggests, Unbroken is the story of Zamperini's World War II experiences. In many ways, Zamperini led a charmed life—he was a wild and often angry child from a poor immigrant family in Torrance, California, whose behaviors seemed to suggest he would come to no good end until he found a way to focus his energy as a track star. Indeed, his high school record for the mile held for nearly 20 years, and he crossed the Atlantic as part of the 1936 U.S. Olympics team, which included Jesse Owens (Owens tried to keep an eye on Zamperini who, in return, played a small practical joke on the track and field star). Though he knew he had little chance of beating the world class Finnish runners who dominated his event, he acquitted himself well, surprisingly making the best showing among the Americans in his event. He even was introduced to Adolf Hitler at the games, who had noticed and remarked on his strong performance. (Zamperini’s hell-raising past never entirely left him—while in Berlin, he stole a Nazi flag flying over the German Chancellory as a souvenir, successfully talking himself out of getting shot and arrested by the authorities. They let him keep the flag.)


Although Zamperini set his sights on medaling at the 1940 Olympics which were scheduled for Tokyo, the outbreak of World War II cancelled the games and led to his enlistment in the Army Air Force, where he served in the Pacific. As brutal as his weeks at sea was (he and his companions drifted 2,000 miles into enemy territory, battling sharks and, at one point, a Japanese bomber that strafed them at sea), that experience turned out to be nothing compared to his next two years plus in captivity as a prisoner of war in Japan to where he was eventually expatriated. Partly because of his minor celebrity as a track star, Zamperini was singled out for especially vicious punishment by a guard nickamed by prisoners as the Bird, who was perverse and brutal even by the standards of Japanese POW camps, which already were notorious for their mistreatment of POWs. (Immediately following the cessation of the war, the Bird’s reputation earned him a spot as one of the 40 most wanted war criminals in Japan alongside prime minister and army minister Hideki Tojo.)

The book describes in vivid detail Zamperini’s experiences at the mercy of his Japanese captors, as well as the appalling conditions under which he and his fellow prisoners survived. The story tracks to a lesser extent the experiences of other prisoners, including Zamperini’s friend and lead bomber pilot who was shot down with him, Russell Phillips. (Phillips ended up at at a slave labor camp, also in Japan.)

In addition to serving as another example of the courage and sacrifice of what has been deservedly called “the greatest generation,” the book underscores the incredible amount of adversity and hardship the human body is capable of enduring, as long as the spirit and mind stay intact (sometimes even beyond). While it would be inaccurate to say that Zamperini and his fellow prisoners never gave up hope, the will to live and survive at any cost was nevertheless an essential part of their character.

The last part of the book covers Zamperini’s last years, particularly right after the war. As one can imagine, after years of privation and abuse, adjustment to “normal” life did not come easily. Even in captivity, he and the other prisoners recognized that their captors’ goal was to completely dehumanize them and take away their dignity, which the prisoners fought—often surreptiously—to maintain as much as possible, since it was all they had left to them as men.

On top of the post-traumatic stress he no doubt suffered which manifested itself through blackouts, flashbacks and nightmares, Zamperini sunk into serious self-destructive behavior that included drinking heavily and very nearly sabotaging what otherwise seemed like a loving relationship with a new young wife and, soon, a new baby. After some time, his belief that returning to Japan and murdering those responsible for his suffering during the war became his only hope for recovery.

Eventually, Zamperini found peace and even achieved closure with many of his former captors, through a spiritual awakening that harkened back to brief visions he experienced during his incredible ordeal at sea and in captivity. After some resistance, his awakening began with a revival meeting in Los Angeles led by a very young and emerging Rev. Billy Graham.

I am not particularly pious and, frankly, I’m usually suspicious of those who wear their faith on their sleeve. But given his incredible experiences, one cannot doubt that Zamperini’s path to discovering his faith was genuinely achieved. Indeed, his story in some way affirms the power of faith and belief. Once he embraced God, he turned his life around and the nightmares and other symptoms immediately stopped. He devoted his life to good work, God, and inspiring others, particularly troubled youth. He met with his former guards in Japan to offer his understanding and in 1998, at the age of 81, he carried the Olympic torch on a leg of the run in Japan for the Winter Olympics.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The Man Behind Tintin


"My only international rival is Tintin" –Charles de Gaulle


No doubt due to the higher visibility of comics in film and other media, as well as the continued mainstream acceptance of comics, there have been a spate of serious, well-researched biographies about cartoonists in recent years. A few I have reviewed here include David Michaelis’s Schulz and Peanuts; R.C. Harvey’s tome, Meanwhile..., a biography of Milton Caniff; Bob Andelman’s Will Eisner: A Spirited Life; and Dean Mullaney’s coffee-table-sized artbook, Scorchy Smith and the Art of Noel Sickles. (I’ve also reviewed several well-done documentaries, including Will Eisner: Portrait of a Sequential Artist and Simplicity: The Life and Art of Alex Toth.)

Another cartoonist’s biography I recently discovered in a local bookstore is Hergé: The Man Who Created Tintin by Pierre Assouline (translated from the French by Charles Ruas). The book presumably has been made available in the U.S. in anticipation of the upcoming Tintin films being directed and produced by Steven Spielberg and Peter Jackson. (The first of a projected trilogy, The Adventures of Tintin: The Secret of the Unicorn, is due later this year and will be done in motion capture/CGI format.)

Assouline’s biography is well researched (the author was given access to Hergé’s papers) and provides a good overview of the artist’s life, though this U.S. edition is apparently somewhat shorter than the original French.) A somewhat egregious oversight, however, is the lack of photographs and, especially, samples of Hergé’s art from the series and his other projects. (Fortunately, such excellent collections already exist, such as Tintin and the World of Herge: An Illustrated History). The book also spends little time on Hergé’s art legacy. While I recognize the book is subtitled, “The Man Who Created Tintin,” it nevertheless seems important to provide a context about the man’s artistic legacy which is the whole reason for the book. In the same way that Milton Caniff’s Terry and the Pirates brought cinematic mise en sine and chiaroscuro to comics, and Alex Raymond’s Flash Gordon brought lush illustration technique to the funny pages, with Tintin Hergé pioneered the ligne claire (clear line) school of art.
Criticism aside, the book still provides a fascinating glimpse into the complex personality of Belgian cartoonist Hergé.

Although Tintin enjoys a small, niche following in the U.S., the character is a treasured icon on the same scale as Mickey Mouse and Superman everywhere else in the world—as is its creator, Hergé, which is the pen name for Belgian cartoonist Georges Remi. (“Hergé” is the French pronunciation of the Remi’s reversed initials: “RG”.) Hergé, who died in 1983, is as beloved and admired a cartoonist around the world as Charles Schulz, the creator of Peanuts, is in the U.S. (The comparison is apt in that the two men seemed to have similar temperaments and shared a similar spiritual journey.)

My vague familiarity with Hergé the man—which include allegations of anti-Semitism and being a Nazi collaborator during World War II—made me particularly interested in this biography. As in many such allegations, the truth falls somewhere in between.


To understand Georges Remi is to know that he was a boy scout—both figuratively and literally. While the book does not delve too deeply into his childhood, his early identity and beliefs can be said to have been forged by scouting, Catholicism, and Belgian nationalism. Through his boy scout connections, at an early age he began working at Le Vingtième Siècle (The Twentieth Century), a newspaper, as a graphic artist and cartoonist.

Le Vingtième Siècle was a reactionary, ultra-conservative Catholic newspaper, which in pre-war Belgium meant it was intensely nationalistic and pro-royalist, virulently anti-Communist, and anti-Semitic. The newspaper reflected the views of its editor, the charismatic Father Norbert Wallez, who quickly became a father figure to Remi—so much so, that Remi acceded to a marriage with Wallez’s secretary at the priest’s urgings, despite some misgivings on Remi’s part.

Like many artists, Remi was a sensitive soul, in search of an identity and his place in the world—but also ambitious and supremely confident in his abilities. Given his parochial roots—and growing up during a volatile period of history where it was often important to choose sides—it perhaps is understandable that Remi fell under the spell of Wallez. Remi’s scouting background instilled in him a natural respect for authority, which included not only Father Wallez in his role as editor, mentor, father figure, and religious guide, but which also extended up to the Belgian monarchy, which provided patriarchical order and stability to the Belgian people during a period of great political turmoil. As a political naif who spent more time pursuing a successful career in commercial art and graphic design than questioning his mentors, it likely was convenient for Remi to internalize the beliefs of the people he looked up to and respected. So while there is little evidence that Remi was truly anti-Semetic personally, his work as the member of the staff of a radical newspaper where he contributed art, cartoons, and editorial content to advance its views certainly made him suspect. (A lot of his early work is much more political and, frankly, propagandist, particularly in its strident anti-Communism and strong sense of colonial paternalism — see, for example, Tintin in the Congo. These early works were based on suggestions by Wallez, and many of the more controvsial elements were softened in revised editions of later printings.)

This lack of serious political introspection would have serious ramifications for Remi during and after the war. While Remi may not have been an active Nazi collaborator per se, he nevertheless continued to work and remain productive during the Nazi occupation of Belgium. And although many artists were jailed or simply refused to work under Nazi occupation or sponsorship, Hergé worked for Le Soir, which was commonly known as a collaborationist newspaper, after his own paper was shut down. In fact, Hergé’s Tintin really came into its own during the war. It’s a tribute to his work that the stories produced during this time remain relatively timeless—no doubt the need to remain apolitical and ignore current events enabled Hergé to avoid the real world in his stories.


So while he was not a war profiteer in the strictest sense of the term, Tintin allowed Hergé to live comfortably during occupation. In fact, he did quite well financially during the war due to the success of the series. It’s clear from some of his letters during this period that Hergé saw the occupation as a way to increase market share for Tintin while other comics, particularly popular American series like Mickey Mouse and Flash Gordon, were shut out of wartime Europe. And during a time of severe wartime shortages, he and his publishers often beseeched the occupiers for the paper they needed to print more books, often with success.

ABOVE: Still from upcoming motion-capture Tintin film.

After the war, however, Remi’s activities and success had serious consequences. As an indication of the gravity of his situation, many of the people he worked with at Le Soir were jailed, forbidden to ever work again as journalists or artists, and a few were even executed.

Although his file remained open for a few years, Remi’s case ultimately never went to trial like many of his colleagues. The reputation of Tintin, of course, played a role—aside from the ramifications of bringing the creator of a beloved cultural icon to trial, the desire by respected members of the resistance to do business with Hergé after the war (leading to the creation of the weekly Tintin Magazine), provided him with a degree of personal protection.

Nevertheless, although the popularity and universality of the series largely kept it untainted by the controversy, the dark cloud of collaboration remained over Remi's head for many years, with many among the country’s political and intellectual elite—of whom Remi felt a part to a degree—remained divided over him.

ABOVE: Still from upcoming motion-capture Tintin film.
It did not help that Remi was largely unapologetic for his wartime activities and, perhaps owing to an emotional stuntedness that seemed part of his make up, he often seemed insensitive and oblivious to the serious hardships and sacrifices many of his countrymen experienced during the war, particularly those who chose resistance. Indeed, perhaps out of personal loyalty, he continued to discreetly provide work to colleagues who had been forbidden to work in the arts or journalism due to their wartime activities. Personally, Remi resented his treatment by the authorities for most of the remainder of his life, at one point even seriously considering relocating to Argentina.

Although some would never forget, for the most part Hergé was able to restore his reputation through the sustained success of Tintin. However, during the post-war serious depression overtook the artist. While Remi likely suffered from depression through much of his life, the immense pressure of producing the series and the continued possibility that he might face prosecution for his wartime activities likely played a role in triggering the episodes. By then, Hergé had a full studio of assistants to produce the series, but they worked largely at the artist’s direction. During these years, Hergé suffered nervous breakdowns and completely disappeared for extended periods, at one point for an entire year! (The book states he went to Switzerland on what were essentially private spiritual retreats.)

In his later years, Hergé underwent a spiritual re-awakening, embracing a Buddhist view of the world, and gradually became more comfortable with himself. By 1960, he was still married to his first wife in name only (partly out of respect to his wife and to his Catholic upbringing), and became involved with a much younger woman who worked at the studio. They would marry 17 years later, when his wife finally granted him a divorce.

Hergé also needed to come to terms with the fact that his legacy would always be Tintin. While proud and very confident of his skills, he sometimes felt trapped by the character and tried to explore new avenues of expression, such as painting. But he finally came to recognize that Tintin was his life's calling and legacy.

Through his career, Hergé produced 24 Tintin books—not an immense output by comic-book standards, but enough to make it an international cottage industry. The character has been brought to screen several times before—usually in animated format or in overseas productions—but the new production due later this year from producers/directors Steven Spielberg and Peter Jackson certainly raises the stakes and profile of the character.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Happy Valentine's Day

As I do every Valentine's Day, I'm pleased to make available at the Rob Hanes Adventures webcomics website, "The Real Julianne Love," an 8-page romantic adventure.*

The story originally appeared in Love in Tights #2. For more background about the story, read last year's blog. Otherwise, click on the image above, or here, to read the story.

* UPDATED 10/2019: The above webcomic link is no longer available, but the story may be previewed here.