I feel bad posthumously for Mr. Salieri. He was Beethoven’s music teacher, what’ve I got going on?
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This comic probably works better if you’ve read the letters Melville wrote to Hawthorne, which in places are so passionate as to be a bit creepy. Particularly creepy is that Melville had a Thing about cannibalism, which in his writing[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Sorry this one’s kind of uncomfortably tall, though I like the way it came out apart from that. I’m particularly pleased with that first panel, where I’m doing some kind of David Firth thing with my fingers.
They do have eyes, though, and, as shown in the video on their Wikipedia page, they can retract them. Melville, or rather Ishmael, whose assumed name tells us right away that he’s biblically literate, is referring here to Moses’s dialogue[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
“The good city of old Manhatto,” Melville calls our home; it wasn’t until a few years after his death that the five boroughs were consolidated. I too was born in old Manhatto, but I’m not sure on what precise street.
I like how Ishmael came out. He’s sporting what in the novel he refers to as a round jacket or a monkey jacket, which Civil War soldiers also wore—or would wear when the Civil War started, ten years after Moby-Dick[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
It’s been a while since I did this many panels in one comic. I’m pretty pleased with how it came out.
I’m getting over a cold and all I want to do is curl up in bed and watch Cartoon Planet until I fall asleep, but stix wait for no one.
It’s Shakespeare’s birthday, probably, but my brain spit out some Saki instead. Something about this quote feels important to me.
Imagining Franz Kafka as my personal authorial adversary is a weird combination of self-effacement and self-aggrandizement. It’s not that I think he’d have anything against me personally, especially if that one biographer was right and he was into fat chicks.[…]↓ Read the rest of this entry…
