PS I think we should name our babies after inukshuks. Wikipedia says it’s supposed to be inuksuk, and the plural is inuksuit. Seriously? I would not have guessed that. I LEARNED SOMETHING NEW.
– Roz Y.
I stole this from a hockey card. And I stole that from a Tragically Hip song and the picture from Lemire’s blog.
We’re lady-type writers and when we love something, we often joke that we’d like to have its babies. Really, the womb is our most prestigious trophy. I’ll get to those gory details later.
First, let’s meet Jeff Lemire. The Canadian comic book writer and artist was recently announced to be writing new Justice League material in 2014. AND HE’S BRINGING IN ADAM STRANGE AND SETTING THE HOME BASE IN MOOSONEE. That’s a Northern Ontario town with no road access. Canadians love stories about isolation, solitude, and adventures in the wilderness. I expect Lemire will bring his dark and introspective storytelling to the JL characters.
Ok, this isn’t news for comic fans, but it’s still exciting. If you are looking for some Jeff Lemire to try, I’m a big fan of The Underwater Welder, The Nobody, and I’m tearing my way through Sweet Tooth. For some Canadian feels, try Essex County. New from 2013, Trillium issues have been selling out like crazy. They’re like hotcakes at a Canada Day pancake breakfast. But less nutritious physically (although high in fibre) and more of a soul food. I think it’s something about the eyes. I see desperate loneliness in those eyes, like when you’re alone in the dark as a kid. You’re afraid but you can’t really say why. Your imagination takes over and the laundry pile becomes a mass of snakes that are going to bite your toes if they sneak out of the blankets when you’re asleep. So you roll up into a tight ball, hoping that your feet don’t betray you in the middle of the night and in their search for cooler climes, expose your tender flesh to the… You know, I’m getting distracted by my own night terrors when I can just let you imagine your own. Do it. Yeah, it’s like that.
When I read Lemire’s books, I fall in love with the sketchy style and intimate stories. They’re strange, and sad, and creative, and curious, and… I’d like to have his babies. I was considering making a trophy to award for our wombest regards, but then I started searching uterus pictures online and it got messy. As much as I love biology, and I SERIOUSLY LOVE ALL THE SCIENCE, people are gross on the inside. There are pictures of “cuterus”, a pink cartoon or knitted version of the female reproductive organ, but I have to go honest. Enjoy, Jeff Lemire. You earned it.