Mr. Deitch Goes to Washington: Part Two, Books!

Pam’s Pictorama Post: Another on the fly post as we finish day one of the SPX con and head into the second and final day. Today we hopped out of the hotel early and jumped into an uber to explore a rather promising bookstore I had read about.

While Second Story Books (here) has several stores, it happens that their warehouse venue is right near our hotel. I didn’t know what to expect and it is hard to say what it compares to.

Panel on Underground Comics: Yesterday and Today at SPX yesterday.

It is very large, with bookshelves in rows that run about 7 feet high. The sorting system was a bit opaque at first. I saw many interesting old volumes but was frustrated at first to find that Fiction mostly meant books of relatively recent vintage.

Further book aquisitions.

I began to think that maybe it was another interesting and perhaps ill conceived decision and that nothing would come from it. However, as I got the hang of the different classifications and nooks and crannies where early long forgotten fiction might reside, my pile began to slowly grow. Between Kim and I (mostly me) I feel like we are more or less taking home our body weight in books, as shown above. The real news is that when we checked out everything was 50% off the price marked and that made me want to go back and buy even more!

Kim leafing through some comic books at Second Story Books.

We came back to the con having just opened its doors and so we dove in to get an overview. Now, given how comics adjacent I am, perhaps I should not say this, but I rarely purchase new comics at cons. Maybe there is something I have read about and waited to pick up, or the book of a friend, or a reprint I want but considering that 96% of every con is small presses or individuals hawking their wares, I really don’t transact with them. Frankly I don’t find it an enviroment which encourages finding new work that interests me.

Art Hondros’s table.

However, much to my surprise, right out of the bag Dot of the Mid Century caught my eye. This book by Art Hondros, a series I think of 5 now, is his attempt to honor the story of his great aunt who lived in Baltimore and was employed repairing manniquins. (When I think about it it surprises me a bit that manniquins break routininly enough to employ someone repairing them, but then again I have seen a lot of busted manniquins too.)

Boxes of pulps – 75% off!
Kim and Tim Lane.

Well, I haven’t read it but Art looks like he can draw the heck out of a story. While I was talking to him about Dot, Kim was looking at another book, Legion of the Damned which is adapted from a lost silent film from 1928 by William Wellman starring Gary Cooper and Fay Wray! Wow! We purchased both and I spent the rest of the day telling everyone about him as he seems like quite a find. (He knew Kim’s work but seems to have only ever read Hollywoodland – a fine book but a bit rarified as not the easiest to get. Ed: the subsequent reading gives Dot the thumbs up and Legion of the Damned not so much.)

Endless shelves of books!

This con is big – larger than New York’s MoCCA although smaller than Comic Con and without the big budget films, animation and COS play element. It is pure comics albeit small press ones.

Eventually we needed to collapse and have lunch in the hotel restaurant. While we were nibbling on our shrimp roll and crab dip, Gary Groth brought Tim Lane over to meet Kim. Kim is a big fan of Tim’s work and the feeling is mutual so they jumped right into a conversation until it was time for them to go off to lunch. While Kim headed up to the room I went in search of a warm cardigan with a friend who stopped by. Despite the DC heat and humidity, it is freezing in the hotel – especially in the rooms where the panels are being held. I was tipped off and since even the Amtrak seemed over-ac’ed I found my way to Uniqlo and bought and oversized cardigan which I gratefully wrapped around me at Kim’s pan

Shelves of books at Second Story Books where I spent most of my time and money!

I think Kim and I were pretty surprised at the energy in the room and were regretting not getting a smidge more down time. Like a sprint that turns into a marathon. Signing gave way to a panel – John Kelly, Kim, Denis Kitchen, along with two younger women who both seem very interesting Raquelle Jac and Heather Loase. The subject was underground comics at their origin versus now.

We are kicking today off with a tour of Warren Bernard’s personal collection – I am very excited for some Felix! After that it is more con ahead and then finally home to Deitch Studio NYC and Cookie and Blackie.

Mr. Deitch Goes to Washington

Pam’s Pictorama Post: As I write this we are on an Amtrak speeding toward Washington, DC. We have just consumed sandwiches from Vesuvios in Penn Station which were remarkably good if also incredibly expensive. However, you can pay a lot for mediocre or even bad food in Manhattan, let alone in Penn Station, so I am satisifed. (Simultaneous with writing this Kim informed me that his sandwich was not as good – sometimes it pays to be a vegetarian.)

Most of you know that we are making our way to our nation’s capital where tomorrow (yesterday to when this is likely to be published on Saturday) for Kim to speak at the Library of Congress. Yay Team Deitch!

Needless to say, this has resulted in Kim grinding away at a talk about the arc of his career. He has it constructed in long hand on large sheets of paper tucked into the front pocket of our rollerbag. With a huge tip of the hat to our friend Bill (@kartalopoulos) who pulled together the core of the images for us, we managed to add about 40 slides to it. (I will spare you the drama of some of the assembly!)

The group enjoying the display at the Library of Congress.

Early this morning we placed poor Blackie in the bathroom of our apartment where he will sadly be imprisoned for the next four days. Because he requires shots and is a skilled hider we could not figure out another solution that would ensure that the cat sitter (a lovely brother and sister duo from work) cat snag him and give him a shot. I can only say this didn’t go especially well and I remain concerned about him – and the bathroom door which he is clearly clawing his way through.

We kick off tonight with a signing after we get settled at the hotel for a bit – assuming this train chugs along as expected. The balance of the weekend is spent at the SPX small press convention. Kim has been twice before but it is my first time. I hope to be showing you some excellent bookstores and an antique store I have scoped out for our down time.

Friday dawned rainy but the sun came out and the humidty rose. We were treated to a splendid special selection of comics from the Library of Congress collection. Mind blowing to see Popeyes, Yellow Kids and Gasoline Alley cheek by jowl with Roy Crane and Krazy Kat – they had a daily Krazy Kat, love the dailies!

Then off to Kim’s talk. Lots of gentle ribbing about me getting him into a new suit for the event and he did look extremely handsome. Kim took us through 60 years of comics in his How I Got My Start in Art, chock-a-block full of about 40 odd images. There was plenty of time for questions and even a few were thrown my way which was sort of fun.

Kim’s relief at being done was palpable! We join a large swath of the group for celebratory pizza for lunch. After I took us on a bit of a goose chase to an enclave of antique stores and an rather superior used bookstore. Wild goose chase because although it was close to the hotel it was far from where we had lunch. Nonetheless, purchases were made (Kim is tucking into a Howard Fast book on Valley Forge and a bio of the director Carol Reed; I am sporting a jade ring in rose gold and reading a British juvenile series, The Five Series – more on that if worthy.)

Tonight was the celebration of the 50th year of Fantagraphics, Kim’s publisher, and we toasted them and now let the con begin!