Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Disney/Marvel Versus


You’ve all heard about it by now: Disney (AKA The Benevolent Mouse-Eared Overlord) has purchased Marvel Comics for an undisclosed sum that is rumored to include a lifetime supply of Mouse Bars. There’s been a good deal of debate over whether this purchase bodes well for either Marvel or TBM-EO. Disney benefits because they get free access to the, ah, heretofore unexploited (read: B-List) canon of heroes. Marvel benefits because… Really, I got nothin’. I guess Marvel benefits somehow. Marvel fans, however, stand to lose. How soon will it be before Disney starts to exercise influence over Marvel? I can see it now: each issue of Moon Knight must feature a full-scale song and dance spread; Super-heroines will have to cover up a bit; Marvel writers can no longer wear jeans but must instead wear Aladdin pants.

Arthur and I have been speculating on what the first massive success to emerge from this union will be, so we’re going to rev up the old Versus engine and take a crack at it.

We’ve flipped a coin. I’ve called Donald Duck, and Arthur has called Howard the Duck. …And it’s Howard! Arthur goes first:

Arthur: My first thought about this versus was: my goodness, where do I go from here? Then as ideas percolated in my mind, one crystallized and rose above the others. So with much further ado, I give to you lady and/or gentleman, the first Marneyvel collaboration, Daredevil Duck, the Manduck with no Fear(?) The title is tentative but the explanation is as follows:

Villains: My primary line of thought on this was which villains line up together well, after all a hero is nothing without a tasty villain. So which villains gel the best? Bam! Kingpin and Scrooge McDuck, two people after one thing: cold hard cash.

Secondly, we need some heroes. Daredevil easily gets the call here; he’s been after the Kingpin for years. Who better to go after a duck than another duck, so Donald scores the invite as well.

The plot is as follows Kingpin and Scrooge team together for crime hi-jinks. In their endeavor they are foiled by the Devil & Duck Duo. A nefarious plan is hatched where Huey, Dewey, and Luey are ducknapped and a rescue mission transpires. The building the baby ducks are kept in is rigged with all sorts of traps that no one could handle alone. Daredevil is forced to rely on Donald and vice-versa. Before you know it they are acting as one cohesive unit. The nephews are rescued and returned to safety while the real threat has been revealed. Scrooge and Kingpin have taken over Wall St. They are emptying out the Federal Reserve.

Duck & Devil descend on Kingpin’s lair where they are met by none other than Kingpin and Scrooge. The villains indicate that they were no match for the heroes and so had to enlist some help. Out of the shadows step Bullseye and Taurus Bulba “an actual bullman”. They quickly beat down our heroes, trapping and torturing Daredevil when Scrooge realizes Donald has gone missing. He looks around where he sees a shadowy duck like figure. Out of the shadows steps none other than Darkwing Duck (let’s get dangerous).

After a quick fight where Bullseye is defeated, Daredevil is freed and takes out Taurus Bulba. The heroes turn to face the villains Scrooge and Kingpin. After another quick fight where Kingpin uses his massive physical presence to challenge the heroes, he is eventually defeated. While attempting to run away from Darkwing, Scrooge falls into a thick fat of cooking oil, where he slowly sinks to his doom.

The heroes wrap it up and part with a handshake. Meanwhile, back in the Kingpin’s lair the vat of hot oil moves as a grizzly fried duck hand rises from the oil. So is born Kung Pow Chicken

That’s my take, now on to Bill:

Bill: Wow, Arthur. That’s a dang well fleshed-out plot there. I feel like I just sat through an action movie. I’m starting to wonder if you were inadvertently exposed to a radioactive book at some point, giving you heightened powers of imagination.

When we first came up with the idea for this installment of Versus, I thought it would be a breeze. Making fun of Disney using Marvel characters? What could be easier? (Or more fun?) But you’ve thrown down the gauntlet, and I’ll admit to being a little intimidated.

The problem, of course, lies in coming up with an idea that is too ridiculous even for Disney to attempt. And that’s ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO DO. Will we see a movie starring Miley Cyrus as Dazzler? Of course we will. An animated feature in which the Avengers team up with the Rescuers? Someone’s penciling that sucker as I write. Heck, if we don’t see a new Marvel series in which an updated version of Power Man and Iron Fist do battle against the evil, Disney-downloading video pirates, I’ll eat my boots.

You see what we’re up against here? Now, you, Arthur, have a pronounced talent for the ridiculous and awesome. You could be just the super-villain to take down the new media juggernaut (Dis-vell? Marv-ney?) Me, I’m just your sidekick who can turn invisible or see 47 seconds into the future or something useless like that.

That said, I’ll give it a try (and I have to give props here to my friend The Rev, who helped this idea along during our geek-summit yesterday at our own little Avengers Mansion):

Somewhere in the West Village, in a dark attic room, a figure enshrouded in a long, blood-red cloak calls upon the power of the Vishanti to transport him to an alternate reality. His apprentice, it seems, is missing, having vanished in the midst of his cleaning duties. Disturbances in the threads of the universe have led this magician to believe that danger is afoot. He must investigate.

Passing from our plane into the next, the visage of Dr. Strange is revealed to us. He is focused and intent on his journey, but confused and awed by what he perceives. From all around him come the sounds of strings, tympani, brass. Abstract colors flow around him, seeking to distract him from his purpose. Such naked trickery reeks of the demon Satannish. Strange forges ahead.

The next plane holds no clues, only temporal acceleration. Dr. Strange watches as the seasons shift rapidly around him: summer flows into autumn, autumn into winter. Nature’s fauna seem to have become sentient and are either celebrating or causing the smooth but rapid change in seasons. As he passes from this plane, Strange catches a glimpse of the Man-Thing, engaged in a slow pas de deux with a giant mushroom

As our dark hero breaks through the next barrier between planes, he senses chaos, panic, and danger. He is approaching his destination, and he instinctively draws on the power of the hoary hosts of Hoggoth to prepare himself. What he sees shocks and alarms him. His apprentice is under attack by an army of enchanted cleaning implements. The apprentice hacks away at the demonic hoard with an axe, but the monsters only sweep past him, filling an overflowing basin with water in an attempt to drown him. The air fills with the laughter of the Dreaded Dormammu. Strange's enemy is revealed. He uses his elemental magic to halt the flood and repair the damage wrought on this plane.

Dr. Strange is angry. His apprentice strayed from our plane and attempted magic far beyond his reach, nearly destroying an entire plane of existence. But Strange cannot sustain his rage for long. He was once a young mouse himself.

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So, there you have it, readers. I’m not sure whether to hope that these projects come to light or are forever buried in the vault of the Gargoyle. If you’ve got ideas for Marv-ney projects, or if you simply want to beg Arthur and me to never enter the comic business, leave a comment. Until then, we’ll see you at the Gothic.

Monday, August 24, 2009

Easygoing, Friendly Bookshop ISO Friends

Hi Folks!

Well, it's happened. The Gothic Bookshop has joined the, um, latest century. 20th? 21st? 44th? The neo-post-industrial-halfway-hip age? The pre-tweens?

Anyway, we're on Facebook now, is what I'm saying. We're just getting started, but soon you'll see a steady stream of updates about new books, events, and special sales. You'll also find links to things that we just think are cool. (I promise that Arthur and I will do our best to limit the number of links to abjectly nerdy stuff.)

Also, much like the Rockin' Robin, we now tweet. Or twit. The difference twixt the tweet and twit escapes me (though I do know how to do The Twist); regardless, we're on it.

So feel free to friend and follow us! Frankly, you can fawn over us if you're feeling flirty (though as far as I know there's not yet an app for that...).

Twit you later, Facefriends!

Thursday, August 20, 2009

New Duke Reads Selections!


Welcome back to campus, Gothic Shoppers!

We're glad to see so many of you back in the store. We've got stacks and stacks of great new books on the shelves for you to see, including...

THE NEW DUKE READS SELECTIONS!!

That's right, folks. The 2009/2010 selections were announced this morning, and we've got the books in stock here at the store. Remember, when you buy all seven books at once, you receive a 25% discount off the retail price, and we throw in a free Duke Reads tote bag!

And now (drum roll, please!) here are the presenters and reading list for 2009-10:


October 14
Peter Lange, Provost and Professor of Political Science
House of Cards: A Tale of Hubris and Wretched Excess by William D. Cohan '81

November 11
Ranjana Khanna, Margaret Taylor Smith Professor of Women's Studies and Professor of English, Literature, and Women's Studies
The White Tiger by Aravind Adiga

January 13
Reynolds Price '55, James B. Duke Professor of English
To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

February 17
Blair Sheppard, Dean of the Fuqua School of Business
A Brief History of the Human Race by Michael Cook

March 17
Michael Malone, Professor of the Practice, Theater Studies
The Maltese Falcon by Dashiell Hammett

April 21
Stephen Nowicki, Dean and Vice Provost of Undergraduate Education
Bel Canto by Ann Patchett

The summer reading selection for first-year students is The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Diaz. The author will be on campus during orientation week and will be giving two presentations August 20 at 10:00 a.m. and 2:00 p.m. in Baldwin Auditorium for the entering Class of 2013 and you are invited.

Friday, August 14, 2009

Were Back.....well we will be soon anyway

The Gargoyle has been away on a much appreciated summer break but we are coming back with a book vengeance Monday August 17th. Until then, check out our completely new and different website.

Monday, July 6, 2009

SIBA Book Awards


Hi Fellow Gargoyles,

Many (some? none?) of you have been waiting eagerly for this year's list of SIBA Book Award winners. The rest of you are scratching your head and wondering (again) what the heck I'm on about.

SIBA is the Southern Independent Booksellers Alliance, an organization of scrappy, non-corporate, southern bookstores. These booksellers come together online and out in the real world to celebrate and/or bemoan the bookselling life, to exchange advice on making it in the current economic climate, and -most significantly, for this post- to promote good books for southern readers.

(A disclosure: The Gothic's former commander-in-chief, Gerry Eidenier, was president of SIBA once upon a time. While his dream of an insurgent battalion of armed, poetry-reciting booksellers was never realized, he is nonetheless remembered fondly by SIBA members. For our part, we at the Gothic are predisposed to feel generous towards SBIA as an organization.)

Once a year the SIBA members vote on the best new writing to come out of the South. Now, don't get me wrong: I loves me some Southern Lit. Both of you who read this blog have seen me wax enthusiastic, if not eloquent, on books such as Padgett Powell's Edisto, Donald Hays' The Dixie Association, and Frank Stanford's The Battlefield Where the Moon Says I Love You.

I'll confess, though, to approaching the SIBA awards with a little wariness. As a community of booksellers, we sometimes endorse the same names and topics over and over again. I like a good straight-up narrative yarn as much as the next fellow, and I'll eat grits pretty much any day of the week (especially if served up in a giant make-your-own-grit-bowl over at Durham's own Watts Grocery). But I feel that we SIBA members are inclined to promote books that are broadly palatable and that reinforce an image of Southern-ness that is less nuanced than it could be.

There's good reason for this, of course. We're all trying to sell books here. Slapping our award sticker on the cover of a proven seller such such as Pat Conroy or Rick Bragg (no offense meant to either of these fine writers) is a more profitable move than promoting stylistically experimental writing from the amazing Selah Saterstrom or dark, challenging writing from Robert Goolrick. I get that, and I get that we as a community are often too busy to go digging up writers from independent presses when corporate presses have lots of bells and whistles to draw our attention.

But we owe it to our customers, and to the reading public at large, to reach a little. When we proclaim a book "the best in Southern Literature by the people who would know", let's make sure that it actually is the best and that we actually do know.

You wouldn't believe it, but all this soapbox crankiness is by way of saying that I was particularly pleased with one of the awards this year. Kevin Young's moving, elegiac book, Dear Darkness, was given the 2009 SIBA award for poetry, and I couldn't be happier about it. I've been a big fan of Young's work ever since his book To Repel Ghosts, originally published by the independent press Zoland Books. (Young has since moved on to being published by one of the corporate biggies, which tempers only slightly my enthusiasm.) Dear Darkness is a book of work that reflects on place, family, and history. In the midst of Young's working on the book, his father died unexpectedly. Temporarily silenced by grief, he ultimately turned to writing poems about the food he so closely associated with his Father's Louisiana-based family. Pickled okra, turtle soup, maque-choux, kitchen grease: these and more down-home delicacies get turned into verses that evoke both the complexity of grief and longing and the comfort-food that helps heal such grief. It's truly a knockout of a book.

It seems incredible to say so now, but when I first heard these poems read aloud at the great A Cappella Books in Atlanta, Georgia, I never considered that they might be "Southern" poems. I think that's what makes me so enthusiastic to see Dear Darkness in the ranks of the SIBA awards. Though many of the poems deal with the touchstones of life and food in the South, they are not in structure or even tone what we have come to expect from the canon of SIBA-endorsed verse. Our booksellers reached a little on this one, and I think that with more such efforts the award will carry more significance moving forward.

SIBA is starting a new brand: the Okra Picks, designed to promote newly released southern writing. This is a chance for SIBA to broaden its perceived tastes a little bit, to show that being Southern isn't being static. I'll be doing my best to find lesser-known writers and publishers to recommend. Any (either) of you readers out there who want to direct my attention to a book I might have missed should email me through the blog. I'll be happy to pass on any suggestions.

Congratulations to Kevin Young on his award, and congratulations to SIBA members for a wise selection this time around!