Wizard World
I made a suprize visit to Wizard world yesterday in Chicago. Though the throng of attendees were in no way suprized to see yet another middle aged man rifing through piles of comics, it was a suprize for me as I had only learned of the convention that morning while reading the local paper at a hotel near O’Hare that I happened to be staying at. I made a few hasty calls to change my morning plans and drove to the Stephens Convention Center in Rosemont. I have been researching comics for several years now and never before have I attended a convention where people dress up as their favorite corporate logo and wait in long lines to fawn over aging celebrities such as the original Lois from the 1950s Superman TV series. Wizard World was a colorful event in a huge hall with enough room to land a jumbo jet. it was daunting though not unexpected to see the noisy eyecatching video games, mountains of action figures, endless stores of yellowed comics. However I made my way to the long back tables to look for the work of the lesser known artists and it was there I found a few real treats. I was very pleased to rediscover a comic I had originally found at Isotope comics in SF and thereby was able to complete my collection of Ouija Interviews by Sarah Becan. I was also taken by buzz comics by Corinne Mucha and Return Me to the Sea by Sam Sharpe. Later I picked up some discounted copies of older more mainstream comics, such as Frédéric Boilet’s Yukiko’s Spinich, Frank Miller’s Ronin, and Marc Bell’s Shrimpy and Paul. On the whole it was great to find these treasures but it was also a little disconcerting to see so much similarity. I am not the only one who has bemoaned the vaccuum that constitutes genre diversity in American comics, but it seemed an absurd condition blown all out of proportion in the mega-Chum Bucket convention. It seems the industry has learned nothing in the last two decades and continues to pump out garbage that appeals to the easiest coustomer: young white men. There were some manga, though suprizingly little considering its growing popularity, nothing from Europe, very little that constituted comics for and by women. The whole adolescent collecting mania that seemed to self perpetuate the delusion that there really are devoted readers seems unchecked.
