Thursday, March 02, 2006

Pulpatoon: Apochrypha pt. 10

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9





And that's it for the abandoned "first" chapter. The woman Row meets in Italy is next seen in the Lost Ties chapter of Pulpatoon: Pilgrimage. Things don't go well.

11 comments:

Miras said...
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Steph said...

I remember that one...

Miras said...

I have written something last night, but then... Then it's saturday, and I have at last some more time to browse throught your blog up to (or down to, whichever suits best) very first post. One by one. And I've got to tell you as much I am moved by your works.
Some time ago I was inspired by "Moby Dick" movie I saw on tv. I started to think about comic, or graphic novel based on this great book. And then; I get to your blog, and find those marvellous pictures from Charles W. Morgan, and read your great posts (should I say: "stories"?) about it...
Isn't it a wonder?
Maybe not, maybe it's only me...

Joel Priddy said...

Steph,

The perils of drawing on one's own life in one's work: One might model a character on a girlfriend, only to, years later, feel a little awkward showing that work.

Although, not as awkward as I feel everytime I see the list of crossed-out names tattooed up and down my thighs.

Miras,

Thanks, that mean a lot, especially coming from such a talented artist. Moby Dick is certainly an inspirational book. When I finished Pulpatoon: Pilgrimage, I was floundering around for my next project, and I thought it would be great to do a comics adaptation of Moby Dick. There've been a lot, but I wanted to do a completely unabridged one: every word, every concept, every layer of meaning and irony, all 135 chapters, lovingly visualized through comics. What a project!

But then I sat down and ran the math, a decided that it would probably take me 50 years to complete the way I was imagining it. 50 years! I'm not quite ready for that level of commitment to someone else's story.

So, ala Borges, I decided to write a story about a cartoonist who spent 50 years working on an adaptation of Moby Dick. That's what I was thinking about when I drew the whaling drawings posted here. This story hasn't yet materialized, despite a couple false starts. But I occassionally have flashes of realization about the central characters, so maybe it'll happen some day.

The unabridged comics Moby Dick has become my lottery fantasy. Given a million bucks, I'd get some props-people to make models of the Pequod and so on, get some photographers to take tons of photoreference, including actors in period clothing, and then, with this visual bible, hire 135 different cartoonists and illustrators to each interpret one chapter. The result would be printed as a hardback multi-volume set, and sent to every library in the U.S. for free (or the English speaking world, if the money held out).

Dang, that would be the best thing in the history of the everything. Imagine being a kid who stumbled across that on the library bookshelf. Someone needs to give me a grant for this.

Fer said...

Joel, as a librarian, comics enthusiaist, and scrimshaw fancier, I second your humble nomination for Priddy's unabridged MOBY DICK as the chicken for every pot in the 21st century.

When I win Powerball, you're the second person I call - the first being the executor to Melville's estate, because we're going big-game hunting, oh yeah (read that last sentence in the voice of Randy "The Macho Man" Savage for best effect).

Joel Priddy said...

Chris,

No need. I have an applet on my laptop that reads any page on the internet in the voice of the Macho Man. Although it recently crashed, and I had to reboot an older version, so, at the moment, I'm getting all my BBC Online news read to me in the voice of Rowdy Roddy Piper. Which just isn't the same.

Miras said...

So I see: it's a love/obsession/life-long commitment (check appropriate)! Not this kind of feelings on my side... But I guess I could happily wiat this 50 years to read your book at my very late age.
But on the other hand, I will understand if you won't decide to start this tedious work, and settle on the "borgesian" approach. Which is in my opinion as much interesting as the previous option.
I'd love to read that too. Especially that, I guess, I could be able to read it without help of my grand children :-) Anyways, anything you'll do; with whales or without it, remember I'm your great and devoted fan.
Thank you, Internet Almighty for this encounter!
;-)

Fer said...

Hey, Rowdy Roddy! Not only did he star in one of the finest (non-Corman) B-movies of our time, They Live!, but he's also a resident of Portland - the Jerry Lawler of Stumptown, if you will.

When I moved in 1996, he still owned several gas stations there and made regular appearances at the local "Saturday Night Wrestling" program where he got his start, though the wrestling was down to just one night a week because of the popularity of foxy boxing. Ah, 1996...

Any chance you can fit foxy boxing and/or Rowdy Roddy into your unabridged MD, Joel? You know, just to be comprehensive.

Joel Priddy said...

Tonight... onight... night...

At the Pequod Colesium! sium... ium...

The rage in the cage, the grudge that wouldn't budge, the tragic obsession that leads to mutual destruction... struction... uction...

Captain "Crazy Legs" Ahab
vs.
Moby "Big White" Dick
in an old-school Nantucket Harpoon match! match... atch...

And the only way out... out... t...

is clinging to a casket! asket... ket...

BE THERE!

Steph said...

Oh dang, you're all Memento and shit now...

Joel Priddy said...

Steph? Steph...

Hang on a minute, I need to go through these Polaroids one more time. Let's see, there's my car, my house, my wife... and... wait what was I talking about?

Uhm...

Must be time for my injection.