Sunday, February 27, 2011

Tim Kreider isn't angry anymore.*

On Saturday I went to Atomic Books in Hampden to hear Tim Kreider, cartoonist and illustrator extraordinaire, discuss his new book, Twilight of the Assholes. Tim Kreider used to write a weekly comic for the Baltimore City Paper, titled "The Pain," and also has a great website with an archive of his comics here. He still periodically posts a new comic, but more on an every-few-months-basis than every week.

You were funny. Why did you stop? seemed to be the plaintive theme of the evening (that and the kid making intermittent yelping noises loudly from the back of the tiny bookstore), and Kreider's answer boiled down to money - twenty bucks being, understandably, not enough to persuade him to continue the work - and anger. After nearly eight years, he just didn't want to do it anymore. Being angry for so long is exhausting, although he does still post a polemic every now and then.

I love Kreider's comics, and Wednesdays used to be a high point for me because that's when a new comic would go up on his website (small thing, I know, but it was a dark time in my life). Kreider's loose, rubbery style of drawing is legitimately hilarious, and some of his cartoons will make you snork whatever you were drinking through your nose when you read them.

So, Twilight of the Assholes isn't strictly a comic collection like his two other books, The Pain: When Will It End and Why Do They Kill Me?. It includes the bulk of the comics published by City Paper that didn't appear in the other works and Kreider's artist statements about each one, all of which appear on his website, so if you were a regular reader of his site you won't be seeing much that's new, but it's still a hilarious book.

Also, seeing two of Tim's friends who appear regularly in his strip in real life was weird and disorienting, but also really funny.

Here is my copy of Twilight of the Assholes, next to a BLT and fries from Cafe Hon.

*Tim is still kind of angry.

Yesterday I went to the Thieves Market, one of those big, warehouse-like spaces crammed with antique booths, and saw these two incredibly creepy doll/mannequin things.

Yes, I am gesturing imperiously at you.

I don't think the pictures adequately capture their creepiness. They have molded doll-like heads that are nearly lifesize, and these shrunken limbs that look like they're made out of pantyhose stuffed with something. Did someone make the costumes they're wearing? Why would anyone make something like this? 


A bowl of apple crisp with vanilla custard.

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