
Secular prayer: May Chelsea fail to secure any awards this season. May the Special One leave the Premiership. May West Ham be relegated. May Leeds be relegated too. And may Spurs be rewarded with European football next season.
When I moved to the University of Texas at Austin in August 1991 my roommate and I went into a pawn shop to look for a secondhand television, a toaster, and other appliances to help set up our student digs. A big shop assistant comes over to us and says, 'Hi fellas, are y'all lookin' for a gun or a TV?" That was our first experience of Texas retail. We didn't bother going to the firearms counter. In August 1966 a sniper at UT killed 15 people from the University Tower . The CNN, FOX, ABC, CBS, NBC axis is blaming the VT massacre on many factors, though the easy availability of guns is low on the list. Gun lobbyists are saying that if the kids had been allowed to carry weapons on campus they might have saved lives and taken the shooter out before he could have done so much harm. More guns make you more secure, apparently. A surge? I wonder how many more students will now go out and buy guns for their 'protection'. Guns R Us. The shooter was a South Korean with a Green Card. He's lived in the US since 1992 and is technically a Resident Alien. His alien status will doubtless become more emphasised as the networks squeeze every last bit of pus out of the story. The TV movie must be in the works. Producers are probably saying, 'We gotta get an Ashton Kutcher lookalike for the hero in the German class'.
I used to read The Beano and 2000 AD and have dabbled in graphic novels off and on. Saw the movie American Splendor but haven't read the book of the comic. Pekar's work is mostly autobiographical but The Quitter is seriously close to the bone. No frills. Dean Haspiel's hard-edged drawings apply black humour to 50s B-movie noir figures and landscapes. This ain't no Sweet Smell of Success though, but a discomfiting memoir that brings you layers of self-loathing, and fesses up to the bad things one does as a youth (like beating up guys for peer cred). Pekar's persistent fear is that he might not make enough money to get by. The young Pekar tends to fuck up in minor ways and loses jobs. The Quitter lends some insight into the tedious casual labour that young people do and then moves on to the lives of working stiffs in offices. The older Pekar is still anxious about paying the bills, providing for partner and daughter, despite some success and cult fame as a comic book auteur. The Quitter's characterisations are sharp and unfussy. It would be easy to blame the parents. But there's no bitterness with the neurosis. Vivid sketches include his downbeat Mom (it's all going to turn to custard, always), lonely ex-Navy cousin who lodges upstairs, and his angry father who thinks everything America is shit compared to the European. No immigration clichés here. The Pekars came to Cleveland from the shtetls of Poland. At times you'll have your head in your hands in despair like Pekar, though you might also gnaw at your cuticles. Music is not quite a saving grace but the love of jazz records and writing about them helps to validate Pekar in a more respectable way than kicking the shit out of other tough nuts in school and the neighbourhood. The Quitter flipped some backpages to melancholia and the crack-ups of mundanity.
