Thursday, February 9, 2017

Valentine's Day: Career Girl Romance #64



 
Not exactly HR approved!

I'm digging way back into the past for this little number. Career Girl Romance began publication a few years before I was born, owning a start date sometime in the middle 1960's. Charlton had a wide range of these titles, most of which survived until around 1973.



As a comic book company, Charlton was known for paying the lowest rates for new content from writers and artists. They made it a practice of often using unpublished material acquired from defunct companies to supplement new material. I owned a few of their books from the late 70's and they all had a pulpy feel to the paper and a less polished look to the printing.

I enjoyed those Haunted Things and Captain Atom books almost as much as my Marvel and DC stuff, though. The cheapness of the production didn't detract from the stories.

As for the stories presented in this anthology, I have to admit to a degree of begrudging admiration. See, I write too, mostly short stories and whatnot. Once I got the idea into my head to try churning out a romance/erotica novel. Notice the word "tried." I received a rude awakening.

Like most things, what looks deceptively easy when reading becomes impossibly harder when writing. Sex stuff is easy to write, or at least easy for me to write. But romance stories, TRUE romance stories, are a much harder animal to capture.

Romance stories follow a pattern, the adherence to which presented a huge challenge for me. I conferred with several real-life romance authors when I made my attempt and they clued me in on a few details that a romance story has to abide by.

First off, the male love interest has to be introduced in the first chapter. You can't have them show up later as the audience will get bored. When I was told this, my mind conjured up a bored housewife literally throwing the book in the trash if this didn't happen, and that might actually be the case.

Rule two is that both man and woman have to be unattached and virginal. The love between the two has to be pure and that can't happen if it is stained from the beginning by either of them having to hide from a husband or wife. Oh, but a dead husband or wife is okay.

Rule three is that for the entirety of the story, the love the two of them have for each other must in some way be denied. Maybe she is damaged by past crushes and can't love again. Maybe he is the son of a warring tribe's cruel leader and she is the only daughter of the king. Maybe she is a simple pauper and he is landed nobleman. Whatever the case, they can tease…they can taunt…but no hooking up.

And of course rule four being that they always get together in the end and it is true love and fireworks go off in both figurative and sexual fashion.

And there are other, more minor rules too. Like if there IS another love interest that love interest has to be more platonic than anything else. No hooking up for our virginal central female character. Her virtue has to remain untarnished. And many, many more intricate little things that tripped me up

Imagine being a writer and allowed to do anything in the world with your story. Go any direction you want. The freedom that gives you. Kill off everyone. Have the character go through a dark, selfish phase that alienates the reader, yet still intrigues them with a promise of redemption. Decide that your protagonist wants to spend their life alone rather than tie themselves to another's struggles. Literally anything you want can happen.

Now take all that away and force yourself to write within the "cookie-cutter" confines the template I've laid out above and see if you detect a hint of how frustrating that could become. I truly didn't give the writers of these books enough credit. They don't have an easy task.

And neither do the writers in this anthology.

"Judy and the Dude"

Writer – Charles Nicholas
Artist – Vince Alascia
August 1971

We start this three tale issue off with a goofily titled tale of a woman who has impossible standards. Meet Judy Burk, the owner of a charter sea plane business, and love interest Roger Edmunds, a San Fran corporate gopher. Roger has to get into the remote Alaska wilderness to get some contracts signed right away and the prim Ms Burk is his only ticket to that outback.



So of course there is a huge storm grounding them by a lake where things can get all cozy. But first we need some tension. It appears Judy is her own worst enemy when it comes to love as she is entirely too harsh and insulting. 


Roger just takes all the insults. He proves to be less a helpless city boy than Judy expects too, and it is this aspect that will turn hostility into attraction. 



First he builds a fire, then he chokes his goose. Not a euphemism, I mean he finds a wild goose and he kills it with his bare hands. This starts to melt the icy heart of Judy, this discovery that Roger has the ability to handle any situation.

 
Judy even unburdens herself on Roger, explaining the lofty bar of her Uncle and Dad have set for any man who would win her heart. They share a fireside kiss and…NO SEX! Not yet, you impatient monkeys. Judy doesn't fall that easily.



And the morning after kissing him Judy is already regretting having any kind of emotional feelings for Roger. Not only that, but she looks to cut him loose at the first failure.


But Roger just pours on the charm by continuing to be this impossible paragon of Renaissance man, knowing everything from fishing…

 
…to avionics.



All of this leads to Judy putting aside her fears of Roger never measuring up and they fall madly in love with each other.


Which leaves me with the thought of how cool an anti-romance comic would be where at the end of every story the couple ends up splitting up…Roger goes back to the city and forgets all about Judy or Judy moves to the city with him, regretting it for years before divorcing him. Where are those books?

"Dumb Blonde"

Writer/Artist - Unknown
  
Moving on to story number two, we find this insulting title accompanying a story of infidelity and football! At least it appears to be football. I'll show you what I mean later.


Meet Della Shaw, who as the intro states is not at all a feminist icon. She could have been a geologist, but "smartened up" and switched to business school so she could be a secretary. Because "woman's work" and whatnot. And right now she is both the private secretary AND fiancé of rich, philandering jerk Marlo Kerr, III. 

The story isn't about her love for him though. It's the story of her love for his tight end. No, not THAT tight end! I mean the player on the football team he owns: Ben Ritter.

 
They trade a few casual flirtations before the game.

 
…and a few more at the afterparty. Sounds like Della has some pretty clear feelings for Ben.

WAIT! This can't be! Della can't fall for Ben. She's with MARLO! That would be like she was slutting around on her man. And Marlo is faithfu…

  
Scratch that. I see where this is going. Marlo is going to end up being a total cad. A major appeal to these stories is knowing the template before you even start reading. I know millions of women love this type of stuff but to me telegraphing this much of the story makes it uninteresting. The allure for the reader is finding out HOW the breakup of Marlo and Della occurs and how Ben wins her heart. The fact that the ending has already been given away isn't that big a deal. However I kind of like my story endings to be a complete mystery.

 
And of course Ben is there to comfort her, but in a platonic, nice guy way.


And Marlo starts treating Ben like a commodity and not a person. So of course when Ben gets permanently injured, Marlo cuts him loose in the most inhumane way.



Notice the way Marlo is now revealed to be a smoker, much in contrast to the health-conscious football star? I think that is a subtle dig at Marlo's character, although this WAS the 70's. Smoking wasn't the automatic stigmata it is today. I don't quite know when the tide turned against showing smoking as alluring and glamorous.



Either way, this leads to a tear-filled goodbye between Della and Ben.



Crapbox note: football games were played at Yankee Stadium. Who knew? Possibly people not busy reading comics.


Marlo ends up showing his true jerk-face colors at the game. He not only intends on blackballing Ben, but also starts physically abusing Della. Which, when Ben witnesses as he shows up unexpectedly, makes Ben hungry for a kid's ice cream.

 
Leading to Ben showing Marlo the business end of a blizzard and then running off to live a life of poverty with Della.

Just Jeannette
By Jeannette Copeland


In a nod to magazines at the time, we get a "Miss Manners" page called Just Jeannette, reprinted here for your entertainment. Seems like the answer to this question was "go ask your mother." Wonder how many of the answers in this column were directions to seek parental guidance?

"The Face of Love"

Writer – Charles Nicholas
Artist – Vince Alascia

The last full-length tale is our title story, a tale of an unsuccessful painter and his soulmate and sole model. Meet Derek, who only paints his love Maureen. However, he can't make ends meet and he claims he does not want a wife.



In fact, he's kind of a jerky-jerkface about it…



Finally, after sponging money off Maureen for pages, Derek paints the perfect series of pictures of her.

 
He becomes instantly famous and instantly insufferable.




He disses Maureen's contribution…



…so she leaves him and becomes a full-time model for a better looking blonde guy that can afford to buy his own paints and has his own studio and who genuinely appears to adore her, caring only for her happiness. 


She ends up having a successful TV career and they fall madly in love and she lives happily ever after. The End!

What? No? That's not how it ends? She bumps into Derek again?


And he regrets losing her? Really? THAT is how it will end? No, no, no! I'm not buying this hogwash.


All I can say is Maureen has no self-respect. And she's missing a good thing with Walt. Derek will be wallowing in the bottom of a bottle in just a few short months, I can feel it.

So that's it…what? One more story? Where?

"Greener Grass"

Writer/Artist: P.A. III


Uh…that's about swinging. Did you seriously put a story in this comic about swinging? I mean, WTF 1971?

I am not commenting on that. Just look at it with me and wonder what went through the editor's mind when they put that in there.

If you want MORE comics centering on romance and dating, check out  Jacque Nodell's excellent blog "SEQUENTIAL CRUSH"   You'll be glad you did.

Monday, February 6, 2017

Strange Team-ups, Part IV: Spyboy / Young Justice #3





My books have melted together in the Texas heat!

Writer – Peter David
Pencils – Todd Nauck & Pop Mhan
Inks – Jamie Mendoza & Norman Lee
Letters – Clem Robins
Colors – Guy Major
Editors – Phil Amara & Eddie Berganza
April 2002

Back near the middle of Summer, I put a majority of the Crapbox into storage.

I kept any books I was working on articles for or ones that I felt were coming due for a review soon and took the rest offsite. The reason was the imminent showing of my house for sale.

Frankly the Crapbox takes up a bunch of space.

Like more than TEN longboxes and growing.

I've found a source of ever-flowing crappy comics and one-offs and old stuff and hidden gems and…well, I'm kinda addicted at this point.

So they had to be tucked out of sight or else people couldn't walk through certain sections of my former home.

The house sale went fine by the way, and my hiatus caused by the subsequent move and resettlement. Approaching this weekend, I found time to finally crack the cover of a few of the boxes of comics and what to my eyes should appear?

Melted comics!

Yes, melted.

How else could we explain the oddity found above? Image comics Peter David creation Spyboy melded into a story with Peter David's DC squad of junior, teenaged-but-NOT-AT-ALL-Titanee Young Justice? I mean this is something not found in nature.

  
But since it is here, I suppose I should review it. Sadly I am bouncing in at issue three of a three part arc, so I really have missed all the setup. Here we have Young Justice's nemesis Harm, a guy I know nothing about. He's the guy with the black bat-smear across his face and the goofy bondage look. Harm has demon powers he got from an actual demon named "Buzz". No, I'm not sure what medication Peter David was on when he came up with that name.

The four-armed guy behind him is his current hench-thing, Rip Roar, who would surely be named "Fore Arm" or "Four Play" had he been created by Rob Liefeld. What I'm saying here is that David has good days on naming characters too. Rip Roar is the son of Darkseid (yes, THAT Darkseid) but he is estranged from his dad for reasons not discussed here.

On the other side of the aisle is the pixie-like Annie Mae, an immortal genius with some magical powers and a gift for using technology. She's rumored to have caused Spyboy's Mother's demise and caused other havoc for the "Spy" peoples.

Most of that havoc was wrecked with the help of her ally Slackjaw, a humanoid shark. Slackjaw is riding shotgun on this adventure, as we shall soon see.

Harm is about to drop all of Toyko into a sinkhole of truly hellish proportions, and that doesn't sit too well with Annie Mae, not that Harm takes much notice.

Where are our heroes? Funny you should ask that. All of them are fighting mini-me duplicates of each other in a series of panels that are both silly-cute and deadly-dangerous. It is interesting to note that once you put all the characters into the same frame, you realize that Peter David was going for the same vibe with both books at the same time. Sort of like all his work from these years had the same artistic tone. Almost like say…Pablo Picasso going through his Blue Period. Or me that Fall that I ate nothing but Taco Bueno bean burritos.

Probably the less said about that time, the better.

Anyway, David is going for an all-ages adventure with some very tame dicey bits thrown in, like this part there from Spyboy to mini-Spyboy.


Cute and boarder-line PG-13. Kind of skirting the edge. Then we do silly stuff with Impulse and Superboy that has no rating higher than G for general audiences.




It makes for a fun series of panels that are light-hearted silliness. I say this even as Spyboy is dealing with the duality of his existence as a normal high school student and as the highly trained sleeper agent for S.H.I.R.T.S. (Secret Headquarters International Reconnaissance, Tactics, and Spies – see I CAN read Wikipedia when necessary).

Meanwhile, Slackjaw decides he's had enough of this talk of Tokyo going down (even though he wanted to level most of it in his first Spyboy appearance, seems he's rethought most of that). He tries to take on Rip Roar, who has apparently trashed him before. 


This time works out a bit differently.


Did I mention Slackjaw was part shark? I did. Okay, then. THIS bloodlusty behavior is totally in character.

As that throwdown-showdown is taking place, Annie Mae, oh she of short stature and questionable reputation, freezes the bad guy Harm in place with some magic of her own. Right after he pulls this little number out and starts waving it around.


Um, save something for the heroes of the book to do, okay guys?

  
As I say that Arrowette and Spyboy's friend Butch are having a heart-to-heart about how they feel a bit out of touch with their more powered teammates. Impluse's mini rounds the corner and Arrowette creates an oil slick sending it smashing into a building. Then Spyboy shows up only he's out of his sleeper mode and is just plain Alex Fleming. Which is unfortunate as Robin is about to be axed by mini-Spyboy, at least until Spygirl performs some very tricky lawn bowling with her tiny clone.


Which works but also ends up being a mistake, as said tiny clone unleashes a deadly toxin capable of killing everyone for miles around. This causes a panic which totally helps Harm ("helps Harm"? *shrugs*) attain his goal of opening his supernatural hell hole.

 
We get a joke about New Jersey followed by Secret, Young Justice's Teen made of smoke and also Harm's sister, doing a bit that riffs off the line just made two panels before…

 …and then everyone realizes they are not in fact dying as the gas was harmless, but meant to cause widespread emotional distress necessary to open the rift wider.

Secret explains that she can pinpoint where the "Master" who is manipulating all of this is, and her teammates unexpectedly turn their back on allowing her to teleport them there with her power. Namely because that power ends up making the teleportee feel like they've been run through a ringer. 


So they man up and do it anyway, right? That's what you expect. Except they don't. Her own teammates decide to NOT trust her. And Spyboy, only he isn't Spyboy because he is still in his Alex Fleming headspace, JUMPS in instead of Young Justice. This is the only piece of this whole story that feels wrong. The idea of these young team books are that the principles learn lessons and trust each other more, not less.

By the time they arrive, however, Annie Mae has made her escape and Slackjaw is ready to jump on anyone. He tackles Secret and they start to scrapping. Same with Spyboy and Harm. 


Harm about slices him in half, but Alex proves he's a test of Harm's metal. While this goes on Secret makes a discovery about Slackjaw.




Yeah, that don't make much sense. Anyway, back to the other combatants. 


This neat little trick turns the tables on Harm with the good ole sword-point through the heart bit. Seems kinda drastic, but Spyboy does deal in criminals that would murder millions of people much more often than I do, so we can go with his decision to straight up murder the bad guy.

And with this quick (and I do mean quick) one page exit this odd melding of two completely unrelated books ends. The book felt light on character interactions and very much a fluff piece, but if you were fans of either series do yourself a favor and pick them up. 

As for me and The Crapbox? I am going to see if I can find a few "unmelded" books to review next. Wish me luck!

(and thanks for continuing to read this blog! Promise I'm back until the next big move.)

Friday, February 3, 2017

I'm almost back...

I swear!!! Moving has been a chore. Also some weird stuff happened to my comics while they were in storage. I didn't think heat affected paper this way, but apparently it can and does. It's like some of the titles MELTED into each other. I can't describe it better than that at the moment. I'll be back on Monday to show you what I mean...

Hang in there for me over the weekend.