Panel Patter Post: Pirates, Plunder, and Plosives

I’ll change that title later when I am feeling more ashamed of how dorky I am.

I missed my rhythm of weekly reviewing, so started up again at Rob McMonigal’s Panel Patter. It’s a very nice little website to poke around in if you love comics.


My debut post is a review of Plunder #1 by Swifty Lang and Skuds McKinley, who I just realized both have very pirate-like nicknames. Perhaps they were influenced by their own names to become writers of present-day pirate lore (much as I was influenced by the name Lilith to wander in the desert and become mother to thousands of djinn).

Plunder #1 !! Totally worth checking out!!  Read my review here.

Lady Killer Misses Her Mark

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Lady Killer #2, published by Dark Horse

Sometimes a previous era’s sexism is illustrated in a way that tries to pass itself off as progressive, but winds up just being another fun way to punish a protagonist for being a woman. That’s what Lady Killer #2 feels like. Wide of the mark, depressing, and with a woman-shaped hole in the middle of it. The fact that the main character seems like a killer Stepford Wife could make for really clever (if gloomy) commentary on sexism and society. The strain of watching this lacquered-over woman go through her day might be worth it for a story with some teeth to it. Lady Killer just doesn’t seem smart enough or self-aware enough to be doing that.

Josie leads a harried existence where she is pinned between the demands of her family and the demands of the violent work she secretly does on behalf of sinister men who talk down to her and try to control her. The premise has potential, and artist (and co-writer) Joelle Jones and colorist Laura Allred do interesting things together with the look of the book. I love the pops of red against pastels, and I love the sense of style in the panels. But Jones’s pin-up veneer doesn’t always serve the story she’s telling with Jamie S. Rich, and is part of the reason the reader can’t gain purchase. It feels like Lady Killer was primarily meant to be glossy, stylistic and full of fun vintage imagery—and that the actual story of Josie was an afterthought, in service to the book’s gory pin-up aesthetic. This book pretends to be camp with a kick, and achieves callous, empty unkindness.

This issue tries to make something out of Josie being criticized in the workplace for making her family a priority. That could be relatable enough, except Josie’s family is composed of creepy mannequins. This book is a caricature of a caricature of the 1960s, filtered through Mad Men but with all the cleverness strained out before it gets to you. Josie isn’t enough of a person to have a real family, and her family is stylized unto dollhood. Josie herself is just a sexy automaton, positioned here and there while killing people or chatting with the neighbor about ambrosia salad. From dawn to dusk, she wears costumes and masks, including at home. I made that sound kind of interesting. It isn’t. I do not care about her family or how she feels about her family. As a reader I’m supposed to care by now, but if the whole household goes up in a gas leak explosion, I won’t care at all.

Side note: Josie’s kittenish cocktail waitress onesie is reminiscent of the skimpy costumes that superheroines often wear in other comics. In Josie’s case, it’s obvious that she is going undercover in a low-respect, objectified role. We all know that everyone around her is demeaning her because she’s female and her butt cheeks are hanging out of her outfit, it’s the 1960s, and she’s in a service job. That situation should not feel similar to women in hero roles, who are openly being superheroic. Those two things should feel much, much more different than they do.

Welcome to Amateur Hour: The Slow-Burn Love Song of Albert & Coop


All things Twin Peaks & Love over at new Seattle rag STACKEDD this month. I was assigned Twin Peaks fanfic. I expected that to be a larky, campy diversion but did not expect to be so affected by the work of several writers focusing on Albert Rosenfield. I now love Albert Rosenfield. Truly, deeply, madly. Thinking about writing my own fanfic. Kudos to my favorite Twin Peak fanfic writers, Amatara, Amonitrate, Nemo the Everbeing and CJMarlowe.