I firmly believe there is a comic for everybody – the hard part is matching the right comic to the right person.
The new comic reader is a prized goal for
many companies. Even though the comic industry is not at its healthiest right
now (and hasn’t been for quite a while), there must be new readers replacing
those who drift away or pass on. Grabbing the attention - and more importantly,
dollars - of a new reader is a major goal for every publisher.
Jumping-on points, Point One issues and
complete reboots all have the aim of attracting new sales, and while most of
the increased sales come from the same people who have been buying the same
kind of comics for years, it’s the brand new comic reader that’s the real
prize, bringing one more customer into that pool.
And who can blame them? The number of
regular readers of English-language comic books would be lucky to top a million
– there are literally billions of potential readers out there to snare.
Comic book movies are, for all their faults, responsible for many
people trying a comic for the first time. While it’s also arguable that
something like the horribly clumsy Green Lantern movie put off as many
potential readers as it attracted, other films have certainly inspired new
readers. (The only time my lovely wife has ever got into a comic was after all
those disappointing adaptions of Alan Moore stories.) And there is plenty of choice
There are so many different kinds of
comics, and while the racks are choked with superhero stuff, there are still
all sorts of genres, and styles, and everything
I’ve done my bit for Team Comics over the
years, trying desperately to get people into things, giving comics to my very
best mates and people I hardly knew. There were only two real successes: I sent
somebody in New York a copy of Death of Speedy, and gave somebody else hundreds of
2000ad issues after I somehow ended up with double issues. Both follow Love and
Rockets and 2000ad to this day.
But I’ve backed off in recent years after
realising that not everybody can be into the same things I’m in to, and that
that’s okay. (It only took me 30 years to figure that one out.) I’m always
ready to make suggestions if anybody asks, or rave about some new thing with
somebody I know, but only if I’m sure they dig the exact same things.
The thing is, you can never be entirely
certain of what is going to click with somebody, and it can sometimes be
something totally unexpected. You can never really tell when somebody who has
never shown the slightest interest in comics will pick something up and ask for
more.
Case
study #1:
My
mum
Neither of my parents were huge readers
when I was growing up, although Dad had a voracious appetite for chunky pulp nonsense,
and has always had a Wilbur Smith or Stephen King sitting by his ashtray. I was
always the crazy reader in my house, slightly bemusing everyone else with the
fondness I showed for silly old books.
In particular, my mum was never one for
reading, happy enough with womens’ magazines and the odd romance novel. She
never really disapproved of my obsession with comics, but she never really
understood it. But the things she always liked, which kinda surprised me, were
DC horror comics from the 1970s and 1980s.
She read every single one I owned, and was
always pleased to read a new one. She really liked all those short, sharp
shocks from comics such as Unexpected and Ghosts and the House of Mystery.
While she didn’t care about the format, and
was just as happy with a coverless black and white thing that I got for ten
cents as she was with a pristine new issue, she knew what kind of stories she
wanted, and knew which were the good ones.
She wouldn’t be able to tell Rob Liefeld from
Jack Kirby (and, in fact, would have no idea who those men are), but she could
tell the difference between the DC efforts and horror comics by Charlton, or
the weird European horror things that local publishers could pick up for a
song. They weren’t as good.
My mum never showed any other interest in
any other comic I ever read, except for those horror comics. Who would have
known?
Case
study #2
The
esteemed Mr Trump
A good mate of mine, who we will call Mr
Trump (largely because that’s his name), was never into comic books. When we
were growing up, he was more into wrestling miniature – and later on, his
obsession became dirty old rock and roll – and he never had time for comics, at
all.
But one day, when we were flatting together
in the late nineties, he picked up a random comic I had left lying about, and
thought it was the funniest fucking thing he had ever read in his life. It was
an issue of Garth Ennis and John McCrea’s Dicks.
Dicks is the textbook definition of a comic
that is NOT FOR EVERYBODY. It’s intentionally crude and offensive to an often
horrific degree. The terrible misadventures of Dougie and Ivor don’t trample
over all of society’s worst taboos, they stamp on them with a steel-capped boot,
rub them into the ground and take a massive shite on them.
And it’s this kind of gleeful abandonment
of anything subtle or acceptable – combined with the genuine (and slightly
mental) sweetness of the main characters – that appealed to Mr Trump. I can
still remember the day he nearly pissed himself with laughter over the bit
where a dog gets shot in the head.
Any time I have caught up with Mr Trump in
recent years, he has asked me if there has been any more new Dicks, and it’s
always disappointing to say there isn’t. I’m pleased beyond words that the next
time I see him, I can tell him there is actually new stuff coming out.
Mr Trump never showed any other interest in
any other comic I ever read, except for Dicks. Who would have known?
You can never really predict what people
are really going to be hooked by – all you can do is offer a wide a range of
new and different options, and let people find them for themselves. Quality
work always finds an audience, even if it’s not the audience you’d usually
expect.
Something new, something different,
something pretty. Something that will catch the eye of somebody who has never
bothered with a comic before. Something for everybody.
Who would have known?
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