CRACK BANG BOOM CON, Argentina--PART 3

WE VISIT THE NATIONAL BANK AND EAT TOO MUCH MEAT!

10.22.10
The day begins with a trip to the National Bank to cash some checks. There’s no teller lines...everyone just gets a number and waits in a big room for the number to appear on a TV monitor. It’s a bit like being at an OTB: packs of people standing around, clutching tickets in their hands staring up at a TV screens in a place stinking of money and desperation. Jim almost causes an International incident because he’s texting on his phone...a big scary guy with a submachine yells at him to stop. Maybe they think we’re casing the joint...we get our dough and get the hell out of Dodge.

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Back at the hotel. the ninjas appear and whisk us off for the ASADO. It only occurs to me later that I just got into a stranger’s car with no cell phone, a wad of cash in my pocket and no idea where we were going or who was taking us there. Sometimes you just gotta let it roll.

Now we don’t know what to expect of this lunch – i’m guessing they will be taking us to a restaurant – but instead we arrive at a the ARTE HOSTEL. It’s a typical youth hostel but it’s covered with amazing paintings, murals, sculptures and such. They lead us into an enclosed courtyard (this is where they’re going to whack us!) and waiting there is a table that must be 25 feet long covered with place settings, salads, wine, beer, sodas, chips and a lot more! In the corner of the courtyard is an grill that’s really an oil drum cut in half and one of the guys from the day before grilling about 20 different kinds of meat. It’s an amazing spread!

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We re-introduce ourselves and proceed to have one of the most wonderful meals of my life. Just the perfect blend of food, drink and conversation. It’s all over too soon...we exchange contact info, kiss about 1000 times and then it’s back to the show. I do a bunch of portfolios reviews (tipsy ones!) and the day and night passes in a blur. At some point we hit an Irish pub (every city in the world has one!) and I’m in bed by 3AM.

10.23.10
Over breakfast, i look at about 80 portfolios in an attempt to trim down the number of people i will meet with one-on-one. Over the course of the weekend i’ll look at over 200 portfolios and meet with about 30 artists out of that number. It’s hard – you want to talk to everyone – but i really treat these trips as a talent search and so i need to focus mostly on artists i feel really have a chance of getting work in the American market. It’s still a great way to get discovered – my trips to Italy over the years have borne that out.

I don’t have review until 4:30, so the plan is to have lunch with MARCELO FRUSIN, his wife Jorgelina and their beautiful daughter, Sophia. Marcelo is the the artist we worked with on LOVELESS and HELLBLAZER. He takes us out to his favorite Asado place where we get Empanadas that are too die for. Azz and Marcelo mock me relentlessly because i won’t eat the BLOOD SAUSAGE ...apparently i’m not “MUY MACHO” enough! But, this is news?

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Afterwards, we visit his apt/studio – another lovely view of the city – and then it gets serious. Marcelo is a HELADO (ice cream) snob. The ice cream in Argentina is incredible – this luscious mix of Italian Gelato and American Ice Cream – and it comes in flavors you can’t even imagine. He drags us to his fave spot and proceeds to order TWELVE different flavors. He’s like the Caligula of Helado...My favorite is a coffee colored one called SUPER SAMBAYON that tastes like WINE! By the end, my heart is racing and i have to unbutton my pants. Marcelo helps me buy some soccer jerseys for my kids (BOCA JR!) and gets me back to the show an hour late. As one of the other Argentines later says, “Marcelo has an interesting notion of time.” No kidding.

I have no idea what i’m telling these artists by now. But cut me some slack...It’s 5:00 PM and I’ve already had three steaks, three Empanadas, a bottle of wine, four espressos and TWELVE scoops of ice cream. It’s a miracle i’m not in the morgue.

Dinner is once again at EL CAIRO (i had fish and salad!) and we finish the night at a sushi bar (?) drinking FERNET & COKE...if you’ve never had it, it sorta taste like a melted tire. Not my favorite. Bedtime is 3:30...at least i'm consistent.

MONDAY: WORST TOUR EVER = BEST TOUR EVER!

CRACK BANG BOOM CON, Argentina--PART 2

CRACK BANG BOOM CON, Argentina--PART TWO

WHY IT ALWAYS PAYS TO TALK TO STRANGERS...

10.21.10
DAY TWO... Now i know that your mother told you not to talk to strangers, but here’s why it pays...

First, I’m at breakfast in the hotel and this big guy in an Green Lantern t-shirt (ok, it was really a t-shirt from our competitors, but i’m trying to work in a plug here!) approaches me to say that he loves Vertigo, owns a store in LIMA, PERU where he’s organizing a show and would i like to be a guest next year?”.... hmm...let me check my schedule...uhhh, YEAH!

Nice way to start the day...but with time to kill my lovely wife, Kiki and I decide to hit some antique shops. She’s an interior designer so every trip is a hunting expedition. On the street we pass a gaggle of people who are clearly comic book fans (i can smell the comic pheromones! They give us a wicked double take, but I figure they’re just checking out the obvious Americanos so i let it slide.

Anyway, we dip into a cavernous architectural salvage shop and start to browse. A minute later this really nice young guy pops up from behind a dusty armoire and says in perfect English, “Aren’t you Will Dennis?” Now this happens to me all the time so i’m not at all put off by it....errr...this NEVER happens to me EVER (except sometimes my kids say it when i get home from work) so I’m sorta of stuck for an answer. But, i gather myself quickly and we start to talk. Come to find out, his name is Andre, he’s from Ohio but lives in Cordoba, Argentina and is here for the show. He one of the kids that passed us on the street minutes before – as we talk, all the other people start popping out from behind the furniture like ninjas! Hysterical!

They want to know if we’ve had ASADO (Argentine BBQ) yet. I tell him “no” and they insist that they want to take us for some! They’re plan to pick us up at the hotel the next day and take us to lunch...Brian and Jim too if they like...i don’t know what to say other than “sure”. I’m so quick with the quips. Then like ninjas they are, they all sort of vanish. We’re not really sure what just happened but i think we’re going to Peru in the spring and having a cookout tomorrow. And it’s not even noon. I heart Argentina.

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Risso and Azz picked us up and we stopped at Eduardo’s studio since it’s right across from the convention center. It’s always exciting to see where my artists work – his studio is very neat and modern with a lovely view of the river and plenty of natural light. It’s filled with original art, photos, awards and a swank leather couch. Perfect.

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We hit the show about 4pm (so civilized!) and it’s a madhouse. I can’t walk ten feet without being stopped to sign an autograph (wth?!) or look at a portfolio. I have no idea what’s going on but clearly these people are starved for celebrities. haha...Actually, everyone is so warm and gracious and genuinely happy to see us there. It’s amazing.

There’s the usual vendors and booths but the center-piece of the show is a large exhibition of Argentinean comic artists like Risso, Horacio Altuna, Ariel Olivetti, Marcelo Frusin, Juan Bobillo, Leo Fernandez and many more. It’s inside old railroad tunnels so it’s a very surreal space to look at art. In one corner of the space is a wall of works by someone named JIM LEE...the kid looks promising!

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I met Azz for el fresco beers and two fantastic things happened. First, we got a dog...yeah, you read that right ... a DOG. For some reason, wild dogs are all over Rosario. They wander around, lie in the streets and beg at cafes. Anyway, we had this big German Shephard come and plop down right at Brian’s feet like he just wanted a pal. Cute. Secondly, we saw someone order what we would later learn was called a SUPER PANCHO. Basically it’s a foot long hotdog covered with Pico de Gallo and French fries! Now i’m a bit of a hot dog connoisseur (my dream is to open my own hotdog stand someday) so i know i need to try one, but we’re late for dinner so it’ll have to wait...

Dinner was again at 10pm...a beautiful “cafe” that we would get to know well called EL CAIRO. It’s part restaurant/part book shop/part performance space. An infamous hangout for comic artist and political cartoonists in Rosario. It’s teeming with people and the waiters are notorious for being cranky...but compared to New York, they’re as friendly as Care Bears. Jim gets accosted by some drunken fans from Peru and it causes a big stir with the Argentines. He’s his usual cool and gracious self and we avoid a rumble...for now. (heh heh)

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The talk turns to comics...sad, i know...and the line of the night is “They’re ALL villains!”. I won’t name names though...haha. I polish off some late night HELADO (ice cream) and we’re tucked in bed by 3AM. ZZZZZZ....

TOMORROW: WE VISIT THE NATIONAL BANK AND EAT TOO MUCH MEAT!

CRACK BANG BOOM CON, Argentina--PART 1

CRACK BANG BOOM CON, Argentina -- PART ONE
(now with handy phrase guide!)

OCTOBER 2009
So i’m sitting in this lovely outdoor cafe in Lucca, Italy eating this insanely great sliced-steak with Eduardo Risso (co-creator/artist of 100 BULLETS) and he says to me out of the blue, “Would you be interested in coming to a comic convention in my hometown of Rosario, Argentina next fall?”...hmm...let me check my schedule...uhhh, YEAH!

10.20.10
Cut to: One year later and i’m stumbling bleary-eyed through the airport in Buenos Aires after a 11 hour flight looking for Brian Azzarello and CAFE CON LECHE (coffee with milk). Now Brian’s not the snuggliest guy on Earth but seeing a friendly face 5,000 miles from home is enough to get him to give me a hug as he helps our driver Daniel throw my bags into his tiny car. I note with pride that Azz has about twice as much gear as me...he might be low-key about it, but he’s a dapper dude and a bit of a clothes horse. Brian’s got the shotgun but since he doesn’t talk anyway, it’s not a problem that our driver speaks no English. Haha!

Rosario is a three-hour drive from Buenos Aires, so i grab a quick cat nap -- one thing i’ve learned on all these trips is that while food, beer and coffee flows freely, sleep is always in short supply. Word is that Risso will pick us up at the hotel at 6:45 but dinner isn’t until 10...yikes...i haven’t eaten since the night before so I load up on hotel PAPAS (chips) and COCA (Coke) and hit the streets.

Rosario is strange spot...a city that’s transforming from an industrial port to a tourism economy but lacking in things that tourists want to see. It’s got the feel of a European city but it’s a little frayed around the collar. Its right on the Paraná River (which is like a block from my hotel) so there’s plenty to see and do on the water. I wander a little around the downtown, hit an ATM (4 pesos to the dollar!) and get back just in time to meet Eduardo. He gives me the usual kisses (if you’re not into kissing people DO NOT travel to Argentina) and introduces me to the con crew who will be running my life for the next week...His oldest boy Nico is there, Edus (who translated ALL of 100 Bullets and is one of the show organizers), Juan (who we later find out is a descendent of mafia kingpins!) and the man himself JIM LEE and his lovely wife, Carla. This is the first show ever in Rosario and the biggest show in years in Argentina, so Jim is a huge draw for them...so no pressure, Jim!

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First they take us to see the flag monument...this impressive sort of Fascist-looking monument that celebrates where someone came up with the idea for the flag. Every town has one. We have a funny debate about who’s the best football club in Rosario (Centrale vs Old Boys!) and take a few snaps.

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From there we head off to two gallery events that will kick off the con. One is inside a shopping mall (what?!) and celebrates the work of humorist Fontarossa -- who’s work in any language is hilarious. There we meet up with artist Leo Fernandez (NORTHLANDERS) and his lovely family. Then it’s onto another gallery show where we meet up with the Brazilian twins, Gabriel Ba & Fabio Moon, Ariel Olivetti, Marcelo Frusin, and my new soul mate, David Alabarcez (former assistant to Risso and all around bon vivant).

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There’s a lot of speech making at both events. Unlike most American shows, shows abroad tend to be cultural/tourism events, sponsored by the local government ad businesses, so usually there’s local politicians and cultural ministers on hand to say a few words. In Lucca, i got locked in the bathroom during the same sort of speeches and no one came looking for me for 20 minutes! Anyway, we play the part of the ugly Americans abroad and use this time to raid the bar and hors d’oeuvres table...it’s Malbec (the wine of Argentina!) and some little baloney sandwiches...no one’s complaining.

FINALLY, its time for dinner and some CHOPP (draft beer). It’s like 11 pm and we’re just sitting down. Azz gets a steak but Risso is disgusted by it : “Oh no, Brian...this is terrible!” all the Argentines around the table agree with him. We don’t know any better and besides i haven’t eaten a solid meal in over 24 hours. I’m so hungry i order the “cheese and candy” for desert. It’s a piece of white cheese with a sweet potato jelly on top. It tastes about how it sounds. Asleep at 2 AM. Not bad for Day 1.

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MONDAY: WHY IT ALWAYS PAYS TO TALK TO STRANGERS...

Make War No More : Editor Will Dennis on Memorial Day

Back in the 1970’s, DC war comics like SGT ROCK started quietly featuring a slug at the end of the issue that read “MAKE WAR NO MORE.” It was a simple and honest appeal on the part of the creators and the company to a nation still trying to heal itself from the wounds of The Vietnam War.

DC has had a long tradition of publishing war comics right up to the present day as evidenced recently by Joe Kubert’s DONG XOAI - VIETNAM 1965, DMZ, UNKNOWN SOLDIER, recent issues of SCALPED and more. And while these comics are often action-packed, adventure stories, there’s always been a strong message that war has a horrible – and too high -- price. It takes a heart-breaking toll on all of us – the civilian and the soldier alike.

Memorial Day is a day to remember those men and women who’ve made the ultimate sacrifice in battle. In that spirit, I’d ask you to take a moment away from your picnics and parties to reflect on what this day really means and work towards a day when war is just a distant memory of a more uncivilized time.

Until that day...MAKE WAR NO MORE.

-- will dennis

Now here's an excerpt from DONG XOAI, Vietnam 1965 by Joe Kubert (The Joe Kubert Library):

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FROM THE EDITOR’S DESK: Will Dennis on The Executor

So if your high school sweetheart named you executor of her will, would you take the job? Would you want to go home again? And what secrets might you uncover once you were there? That’s the premise of the latest offering from VERTIGO CRIME, Jon Evans and Andrea Mutti’s dark thriller, THE EXECUTOR.

Personally I can’t even remember my high school sweetheart’s name... there were so many.

Ok. That’s a lie. I actually didn’t have a high school sweetheart cus I was too busy reading comics, playing Dungeons & Dragons and watching this new thing called VHS tapes.

I recently went to my 25th high school reunion in upstate NY (coincidentally the setting of THE EXECUTOR) and while there wasn’t any great mystery to solve, I found it really mysterious (and more than a bit annoying) that all the girls I lusted after then, thought it was really “cool” that I worked in comics! Yeah right...where were you when I was 17?! I know where I was...watching THE GOONIES with my nerd posse and wishing I had “charisma” as high as my character, ROTHGAR the chaotic good Ranger. My, how times have changed.

I think writer Jon Evans was probably doing something similar – although I’m sure it involved hockey cards – after all, he’s Canadian. Andrea Mutti was busy drawing the beautiful woman of his home country, Italy, so he probably has no idea what I’m complaining about. In Italy being able to draw well is almost as cool as being in a rock band.

The bottom line is... while I can’t recommend revisiting your high school memories, I can recommend a good read – so skip the trip home and spend the money on THE EXECUTOR!

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From The Editor’s Desk: Will Dennis on Scalped

The direction of SCALPED is never what I think it’s going to be...which probably sounds strange coming from the editor -- No snarky comments please! It’s a book that constantly challenges me – to question, to argue, to THINK. It presents me with conflicts and ironies and ideas that are hard to reconcile at times. Every character has layers and contradictions and dark sides and beating hearts.

So to that end, lately we’d been presenting some different sides of Rez. Issue #35 told the poignant (and unexpectedly upbeat), story of an aging couple struggling to get by. Issues #36 & 37 focused on Shunka...Red Crow’s right hand man and one-dimensional heavy, right? Sorry, but no. Those two issues dealt with his secret life as a gay Native American man. Didn’t see that one coming, did you? Don’t feel bad, neither did I.

Which brings me to issue #38 and the page below.

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It’s a one-shot called FAMILY TRADITION. It takes place in Vietnam on the day of the fall of Saigon. I won’t ruin any surprises...but just look at that first page as beautifully drawn by series co-creator RM GUERA. It’s a six panel history lesson...the lesson? A centuries worth of Native American soldiers fighting – and dying – for the U.S. Government. The same government that broke 300 years of treaties and forced an entire race of people to live in what amounted to open-air concentration camps.

THINK about that for awhile and get back to me. I’ll wait.

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A quick chat with Will Dennis

I asked editor Will Dennis to take a trip down memory lane with me. Below is our conversation. You may recall I asked Mark Doyle these very same questions here.

PM: What was the first Vertigo book you read?

WD: well I would say HELLBLAZER #1 but that wasn’t technically Vertigo. of course then I’d have to count Swamp Thing...hmmm. I do distinctly recall buying 100 BULLETS #1 at a comic shop on 23rd St. Less than two years later I was editing the book. what are the chances?

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PM: What was the first Vertigo book you edited?

WD:my first editorial credit was THE DREAMING 45. it had a crocodile-looking creature with a naked woman’s body on the cover and lots of Fairies inside. Exactly the kind of book I have tried to do ever since. First book I was full editor credit was 100 BULLETS 20...Shepherd talking to Benito in Washington Sq Park — NYC in the snow. perfect.

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PM: Thanks Will!

From the Editor's Desk: Will Dennis

HOW TO BREAK INTO COMICS WITHOUT REALLY TRYING

On the eve of SCALPED VOL 5 coming out next week and as the editor credited with “discovering" writer Jason Aaron, I thought it’d be cool to tell the tale of how it all began...cue wavy flashback camera shot...

Sometime in 2003, when Jason first approached me (literally out of the blue) with what would become THE OTHER SIDE, he was very polite, persistent without being annoying, professional in his correspondence (too much alliteration!) and all the other things you need to be to "break in"...but I still was putting him off since I had no idea if he could actually write.

And given the number of writers who pitch me stuff every week (right now I have a stack of about 10-15 pitches I still need to answer post SDCC), I have to make decisions based on what I know of their work. Easier said than done.

But here's the difference with Jason...he actually WROTE it. His last ditch effort was, "I know it's long shot but I wrote the first script cus I HAD to and I think it's pretty good. If you read and like it, cool. If not, thanks for your time." So I read it and I LOVED it and that was that. Now he's a big star and I look like a genius...ok, not really. I mean I am a genius but he's only a medium-size star. heh heh.

But that's the EXCEPTION.

You might be shocked how often new writers tell me that they either haven't written the script or haven’t planned on writing it yet or don't want to write it on spec. When you’re at that “starting out” level, my advice is always, "Look, you're gonna have to write this thing sooner or later so if it's a question for me, write it and I’ll have more to go on. Worse case, you’re gonna have a legit editor give you unbiased feedback.” That falls on deaf ears (or worse people get combative) more often than it doesn't.

Bottom line -- you need to do the work. Then do it again. And again. And again. Sitting in a bar calling yourself a writer is not the same thing as BEING a writer. Writers write. End of story.

And yeah...it has to be effin GREAT...so, as Jason often says, stop worrying about playing the game/breaking in/getting ahead and just focus on the WORK. Make it kick ass. It WILL find a home somewhere.

Will Dennis

“The most important thing is WORK” – Lou Reed

From the Editor's Desk: Will Dennis

100 BULLETS...I KNOW IT”S OVER

I mean I know we had our rough patches in the past – and you’ve disappeared on me before, sometimes months at a time – but this feels different. Like it’s really over. Ten long years – all the love, tears, laughs, fights, sex, revenge – and you’re just gonna vanish on me? Nice.

How am I supposed to fill my time now? No more daily calls to Azz to talk about you. No more Risso jpegs of beautiful pictures of you. No more links to Trish’s server to see how pretty she colored you. No more words from Clem to speak to me with. No more tortured calls talking Dave off the ledge to get your covers...no more.

Was it because of the changes Brian & I made to you on the last issue? Come on! They were MINOR. Just a snip here, a cut there. We’ve done way worse before. I even included a bunch of them to this posting so you can see what I’m talking about. God, you’re soooo sensitive.

Fine. Whatever. Be that way. Go off and sulk. I’m over it. I don’t need you anymore.

Wait...what’s that? You’re finally all collected? You mean all 100 issues of you? And the last trade comes out in like a week? So I can have all of you whenever I want to? Like forever?!

Oh thank God...I’m so sorry about all the mean stuff I just said about you. I take it all back. I’m just a selfish jerk.

I love you, baby. I always have and I always will.

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