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comics: great and awful, overrated things, shifting cultural paradigms

This past weekend was the annual MoCCA Art Festival at the Puck Building in SoHo. This was the festival's fifth year and my first, and I had great expectations, having only been to the San Diego and New York Mammoth Manga Comic-Cons before (but dreaming of SPX for the fall, despite Bethesda). I'm not qualified to compare it to past years (though 2006 was clearly lacking a Dan Clowes/Jonathon Lethem conversation, or anything feebly approaching that brilliance), so I should say that while I was not disappointed, and I did indeed procure a great deal of great comics, I was underwhelmed. I did notice that admission this year was the cheapest it's been since 2002, which could hint at some administrative acknowledgement of a possible lack of particular greatness -- or, like, maybe not.

My weekend was spent wandering around the three large Puck rooms filled with tables filled with comics, alternately good and awful, trying not to make awkward, guilt-inducing eye contact with anyone whose work fell in the latter category. The "event programming" was spotty. To celebrate the success of their quarterly anthology MOME (recently reviewed in the New York Times Book Review), Fantagraphics had an early run of the new issue for sale, and a panel featuring Andrice Arp, Gabrielle Bell, Jonathon Bennett, Gary Groth, David Heatley and Paul Hornschemeier. It was boring as all hell. I'm a big Gabrielle Bell fan, but she was not at her best, to say the least. No one seemed to want to be there, except the man who asked several questions of the panel, including "How do you feel about porn in comics?" which sealed the experience off really awkwardly, which is to say, it was perfect.

So I guess this is where I'm supposed to make some sweeping generalizations and conclusions about the fest en general. Of course it goes without saying that many good things were available, as they always are, at Drawn and Quarterly, Buenaventura and (yes, even) Fantagraphics. On the more indie front, I've never agreed more strongly with Sabrina Jones, who told me in January, “It’s like the early part of the 20th century, everyone was writing poetry – now everyone has a graphic novel or a comic.” I was skeptical, but MoCCA seems to have reinforced this concept for me, in sheer numbers of overpriced crap mini-comics. It was alternately unfortunate and inspiring, and I now feel entirely capable, qualified and excited to do comics again.

For posterity or something, this is the stuff I got, which I'd recommend to all four of you who might read this:
- Baby-sitter's Club #1, Raina Telgemeier; sweet nostalgia
- Communism button and sticker from Diesel Sweeties/Dumbrella; for "being hilarious"
- Girl Stories, Lauren Weinstein
- Good News!, Mikhaela B. Reid
- Peck, James McShane
- Pencil Fight #1 and 2; a Portland zine
- Pink Popgun War T-shirt, Farel Dalrymple
- Salmon Doubts, Adam Sacks; thanks, John
- Syncopated #2, Brendan Burford and friends; a great compilation of reportage, comics and reportage comics
- Three Very Small Comics V.II, Tom Gauld