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I don’t think I’ve ever read a book quite like Tom Spanbauer’s The Man Who Fell in Love with the Moon. Or perhaps everything I’ve read before has led me to this book. It’s hard to say. What I’m sure of is that I want to read it all over again. Which is strange since I tend to read a book and then hungrily devour the next book in my “to read” pile. It’s also kind of funny since I picked this book up twice, read the first page and then put it back down again.

Everyone I know who has seen the copy in my possession has raved about how great it is, but they never gave me any specifics as to why they loved it. My copy was a present from a very good friend who had the great fortune to stay at the author’s home. My friend brought me back a signed copy and lauded the book’s virtues. So, when I needed a book to take with me on the plane to a Radical Faerie Gathering I snatched it up, hoping that this time I would get past the first page. I hoped that I would find some spiritual resonance with the novel once I left the mundane world for faeriedom. I don’t always need a book to pluck my spirit strings, but it’s great when they do.

Well, thanks to the conversational antics of a delightfully silly fey named Hysterica, I didn’t get any reading done on the plane to the Gathering. And no, I didn’t have a chance to read while I was camping in the woods and manifesting Beltane intentions either (No surprise there). And no, I won’t be spilling the dirt on Rad Feys and what they are and what they do and what the heck is a gathering because, 1.) that would be a whole post in and of itself and 2.) some things are best left unexplained and 3.) I don’t speak for they Faes as we have no leaders and 4.) I don’t want to right now anyway.

On the plane ride back to San Francisco (Which I almost missed due to some very important doll shopping at an antique mall which seemed like a good idea at the time) I was seated between a married couple (We’ll call them Nancy and Greg, since that is their names). I asked them why I was seated in between them and Nancy told me that she enjoys the window seat and her husband liked the aisle seat. So, I got the middle. Nancy was very friendly and we chatted about all sorts of things. Her husband was quick to put his headphones on once he realized how very very queer our conversation was going to be. And, bless her heart, poor Nancy became so inundated with my chatter that she had to stare helplessly at the passing clouds until I realized that she probably needed some alone time.

I grabbed my book and started in on that oh so familiar first page. I read it and turned the page. I kept going. I didn’t stop until the effect of drinking three cans of water made me jump across Greg to go to the restroom (That’s what you get for sitting in the aisle seat, buddy). I was hooked on The Man Who Fell in Love with the Moon.

I didn’t get to finish the book on that flight and I didn’t get to read it later that night after my friend Rio and I arrived in Oakland. Both of us came down with bad colds and I ended up sleeping a lot. I’m still suffering from some major sinus pressure so I hope this review will make some sense when I’m better. If not, I hope the tangential digressions are at least fun for you, dear reader.

Last night, I was so sick of being sick and really sick of sleeping and I picked the book up again. I read it all the way through with only minimal stops to the restroom. I was driven to finish the narrative so engaged I was with the characters, situations, settings and themes. Every chapter cracked my brain and heart and spirit open in ways I didn’t and couldn’t have expected. This book is real, folks. It’s the hero’s journey a la Joseph Campbell, it’s tragedy and comedy, it’s heartwarming and heartbreaking, and it’s its own thing.

I think the reason I wasn’t able to get into it before was due to the intense power of the narrator’s voice, the unfamiliar language that immediately washed over me, and the back and forth timeline of events. You have to pay attention when you step into this world. You cannot remain a passive reader. Spanbauer tells a great story but he’s doing more than that. He’s creating something completely new in regards to how we consider story, myth and that elusive beast we call history. Most importantly, he’s weaving a spell.

What’s this spell about? Well, I’m not going to spoil the plot. I’m certainly not going to reiterate the book jacket blurbs for you. You know how to look that stuff up on Amazon. I will tell you that the magic of this book revolves around how we tell ourselves stories, how we create our lives and and what it means to be your self, regardless of who you think you are and where you think you might be from. It’s about family. It’s about truth. It’s about forgiveness, trust, and love. It’s about healing and much, much more.

Do yourself a favor and check out Tom Spanbauer’s The Man Who Fell in Love with the Moon. I guarantee you’ll learn a few new things about yourself, your loved ones and the world you live in.

I’m writing this coming Storm Sunday ahead of time as I will be visiting the woods of Tennessee for a week and will not have access to cell phones, computers and other technological devices (No Twitter?  Oh noes!)  This time, instead of looking at a specific artist’s rendition of Ororo, we’re going to look at a few images of Storm from animation. 

Anyway, Storm’s costume is white for the first time on this cartoon.  Up ’til then she had always worn black in the comics.  This costume is based on Jim Lee’s design of Storm which is memorable from his tenure on the series (Including the first issue of the adjectiveless X-Men title).  Jim drew Storm in black but he really highlighted the reflection of light on the black leather.  I suppose this is how Storm ended up wearing white in the cartoon, but this is all conjecture.  I have to say, though, I really don’t like Storm’s wearing a white costume with her white hair (Especially as large as it was in this version).  It doesn’t give her enough contrast visually.  I did like her voice actors.  They gave Ororo a real sense of authority which sometimes bordered on the ridiculous, but all the characters in this series suffered from the same bombastic writing.  It was part of the fun.  

Here’s a dramatic shot of Storm from X-Men: Evolution.  I liked how Storm and Wolvie were placed as teachers alongside Professor Xavier for this cartoon (Even though that meant sometimes we didn’t see much of Storm because the show focused mostly on the kids and Ororo is meant to be a bit older than they are.  She even had a nephew named Spyke in attendance at Xavier’s.  I hated him.  I was ticked that Storm–an orphan–even had relatives and his blond hair and knock off Marrow power set was uninteresting to me.).  Although sleek and streamlined, Storm’s costume is a bit bland.  Great to see her back in black, but white gloves?  Blah.  And that waist is too tiny.  

The worst insult was her action figure which although nicely sculpted had an action feature so you could shoot water from a pump in her back through her arm out of her a hole in her hand.  Dumb with a capital D-U-M-B.  The great thing, however, is that this series (which won two Emmys) gave audiences a strong, capable and powerful Storm.  It should have been required viewing for Halle Berry before she tried to fill Ororo’s thigh boots in the movies.     

 
  

Here’s the only promo art for the upcoming Wolverine & The X-Men cartoon.  Why Wolverine needs to be top dog, er, wolverine, is beyond me.  It’s cool that Emma Frost and Kitty Pryde made the list of characters featured.  Actually, I like the entire roster except for Cyclops, but even I have to admit that including Scott creates great drama what with his penchant for following and barking orders.  Besides, the obvious Wolvie/Cyke dustups, I hope that Scott and Emma’s relationship translates well to the animated screen.

But enough of all those guys.  Let’s look at Storm’s outfit, shall we?  I think overall it looks nice.  The tiara is a bit exaggerated, but the design stays pretty true to the Alan Davis redesign (Except for those dotted lines).  I’ve never like the sash belt, but I like how Ororo’s hair is long and flowing.  She looks a bit reserved though.  Her posture could use some toughening up.  Give the girl a diva stance, folks!  Why she isn’t leading this version of the team (At least co-leading with Scott would be a step in the right direction) just staggers my mind.  I know Wolverine is a cash cow, but lets worship some new idols already!

That’s it for this Storm Sunday!  I’ll be back in the so-called civilized world Tuesday after next and will check in with you all then! 

Today’s Storm Sunday features art by Steve McNiven, but it’s not of our lovely weather goddess.  Instead, feast your eyes (who originated that mixed metaphor anyway?) on this beautiful rendering of Susan Storm Richards of the Fantastic Four.  I loved Steve’s version of Sue ever since I saw his art for Marvel Comics’ Civil War mini-series (Also, if you click on herwikipedia link, Susan’s main picture is also by Steve).  Sue has always looked better with long hair (Do any of you remember John Byrne’s cringe-inducing short cut he gave her during his run on FF?  How about the mullet she sported for a while?).  I like how Steve draws is long and flowing, but still tucks it behind her ears.  She looks smart and capable without losing her sex appeal.  Which is how a wife, sister, friend and mother of two who just happens to be the most powerful member of her super-hero team ought to look!

Storm shows up briefly in this past week’s X-Men Divided We Stand #1 in a short story about Nehzno (aka Gentle) from The New X-Men. Drawn beautifully by Sana Takeda, Storm has one line but it clearly shows her gracious and compassionate nature. This was my favorite of the four stories in this comic. I found Nehzno’s story to be emotionally engaging, the art really flowed and I hope we haven’t seen the last of this character. The other three stories (about Anole, Cannonball, and Scalphunter) were too brief for me to connect with any of the characters. I recommend the comic simply for the fab Storm appearance and Nehzno narrative.

However, the overall comic *spoilers* is a bit sad. It works for the Nehzno story (I just love typing that name) but the other three stories are also downers. Cannonball is angry. Anole is angry. Nightcrawler tells Scalphunter he was hunting him down to kill him. Really? Kurt would do that? I can’t say I really understand his character these days (especially after the whole Draco thing), but I was surprised that Nightcrawler just stalked the guy and then left. Maybe he ought to get blades too and join X-Force.

It seems to me that these days the X-books are mired in a lot of angst driven, nihilistic, self deprecating storylines. I used to read X-Men comics because they inspired me, because I needed to look up to heroes. They gave me hope. Here’s hoping they find their way back to believing in a future worth fighting for again.

This week’s Storm Sunday actually falls on a Monday due to my having back to back to back fun things to do yesterday (and I’ve been recovering all day, but hey, it’s not the next day if I haven’t gone to sleep yet, right?). First, I went makeup shopping with a friend at the MAC Cosmetics counter at Nordstrom department store. Afterwards, I attended a WHAM! tribute (full of amazing burlesque performances by Miss Indigo Blue, Jukie Sunshine and many many more!) at the GLBT Center. Then I joined up with amazing friends for a birthday bash at the DNA Lounge which featured a fun party called Pop Roxx. In addition to really fun music (I always dance my ass off at DNA, thank you deejays!) there was a live band called Rocket that blew me away! These five girls had me moving along with their beats in no time! Visually, they all had a cool glam look reminiscent of The Misfits (from Jem), Josie & The Pussycats, Barbie & The Rockers, Joan Jett and Pat Benatar. I want dolls made of them so I can keep them with me all the time. But that’s probably not happening for a while yet, so I’ll just content myself with “friending” them on MySpace. *sigh*

Anyway, today’s featured artist is Salvador Larroca and he’s most notable for drawing Storm on X-Treme X-men. Yeah, the title is pretty bad. What makes an X-Men X-treme, you may wonder. Well, Storm decided to lead a team of mutants to find diaries written by a precognitive mutant (the still dead Destiny, former partner of Mystique). What? Hunting diaries is tres extreme, dude!

Larroca was the main artist on the three year run of the title and he designed the costumes for all of the characters which included Psylocke, Gambit, Rogue, Beast, Sage, Bishop, Lifeguard, Slipstream (if you said, “Who?” for the last two names, that is perfectly fine. It would take another post to explain the extreme suck that was those two characters.) Also, Cannonball, Shadowcat, and many other mutants showed up. I really liked the design for Gambit in particular as the black bodysuit made more sense for a thief (unlike, say, his fuchsia breastplate with the Sh’iar crisscross lines–now that’s subtle) and he still wore his signature brown trenchcoat.

Storm’s X-treme costume is a mixed bag. I love the color combination: mostly black with red and yellow accents (that’s the best color scheme for Storm and the X-Men in general). The tiara is a nice shape and frames her face well, but it evokes Scarlet Witch more than Storm (Side Note: Wouldn’t it be great to read a story about Scarlet Witch, Snowbird, and Storm shopping for tiaras? They could fight a battle with the Enchantress for the best headpiece. Yeah, yeah, only I would buy it.).

I like the yellow lightning bolt design across the front, and I love how he incorporated Storm’s ruby into the outfit. It was her mother’s you know, and I think she she always be wearing it. It’s magical! Why would you leave that at home? (Another Side Note: Let’s explore Storm’s magical possibilities, people! Ororo’s potential for sorcery has been established for a long, long time. Why not have Doctor Strange help a girl out? Then she’d be a true Weather Witch! Or even better yet, Ororo Munroe, Sorceress Supreme! Watch out, Clea!)
I’m not exactly a big fan of the puffy sleeves, but they are reminiscent of the animated Storm (another post for another day) in the white costume, so I don’t exactly hate them. It’s the red bands around them that kill it for me. Too much going on there, methinks. I like the cape though. Larroca knew how to draw the folds in the yards of fabric he gave her.

What I am so not a fan of is how Larroca chose to give Storm the thong from hell with this costume. I’m pretty sure I’ve said it before that I love Storm in thigh boots, but can a girl get some coverage for her ass, please? Where is she supposed to sit down with her cheeks hanging out like that? Unfortunately, it’s become quite de rigeur for female characters to rock the butt floss (I’m looking at you Ms. Marvel!). I think women look much sexier with a bit more coverage.
Here’s Storm with Rogue on her right and Sage (Tessa) on her left. One of X-Treme X-Men’s conceits was that Tessa (who readers knew from the comics as the personal assistant of Sebastian Shaw from The Hellfire Club) was really a spy for Professor Xavier and was actually his first X-Man. Riiiiiiight. Well, thinking about this retcon (even from the venerable Godfather of all things X himself, Chris Claremont) leaves me rolling my eyes. Sage is also revealed to be a living supercomputer that can jumpstart one’s mutant abilities. Uh huh. Whatever. I liked her better as a bad guy’s executive assistant. What with some alien overlord named Khan trying to make Storm his queen, Storm dating a surfer dude (The aforementioned Slipstream) and Storm going berserker in the Savage Land and other shenanigans, I guess the most extreme thing about X-Treme X-Men is the bizarre stories the reader had to wade through to get a sometimes decent storyline with what was a pretty good (for the most part) lineup of X-characters. It didn’t help that some storylines were apparently editorially mandated (Such as the follow up arc to “God Loves, Man Kills“).

One more thing I’ll say about Larroca: his work is lovely in pencil. He recently drew some issues of Uncanny X-Men and the work was really hit or miss for me and I think it’s because of the way his work was inked and colored. As you can see from just the character design for Storm, his work has excellent line control and a delicate rendering. And no matter what quibbles I may have with the costume, Storm remained a majestic beauty during his tenure as artist. Perhaps that is why the thong is so jarring for me. Everything else about her looks regal (Butt floss is not regal, dear reader. That’s a whole ‘nother kind of queen).

Last Tuesday evening, I had the opportunity to usher at the Jewish Community Center of San Francisco where Marjane Satrapi (of Persepolis fame) gave a talk.  (The JCCSF has an exciting graphic novel series of artist talks and panel discussions!)  

Marjane’s talked about how she came to write Persepolis and shared many stories about her challenges about bringing her story into comic form.  It was a community of artists that convinced her to do so.  She delved into political and social issues with a zest for heightening awareness and also peppered her talk with humorous anecdotes.  She spoke at length about community and culture in particular.  She was quick, concise and engaging in her speech and I came away inspired by the stories she shared.  

After Marjane’s talk, a few of my Writers Old Fashioned compatriots and I got to meet Marjane in person.  She was congenial and gracious, smelled like sandalwood and neroli, and looked amazing (her author pic does not do her justice!).  Thanks to Matt for letting me and Mindy know about the event and thanks to Mindy for being so much fun to work with.  Thanks also to House Manager William Byrne for the hospitality (It was my first time at the JCCSF and I hope to usher there again soon!).

Check out the picture of Marjane, Matt Silady, Mindy Owens, Serena Schlake, and myself at Matt Silady’s Work Blog!  And be sure to rent or buy a copy of the film adaption of Persepolis!  

This week Storm Sunday proudly presents artwork by artist Patrick Fillion who is almost as big as fan of Ororo Munroe as yours truly! *smiles* Actually, I think Patrick could give me a run for my money when it comes to true fanaticism of our lovely Goddess! Like me, Patrick fell in love with Storm at first sight and that moment opened up a world of comics fun for him. We also agree that as lovely as Halle Berry looks, Angela Bassett would’ve been a better choice to depict Storm in the movies (She was asked, but decline the three picture deal, so we got Halle). We are also both big fans of Storm’s classic Cockrum uniform and her punk rock outfit.

This Sunday we take a look at a more obscure version of Storm as seen in the 2005 video game Marvel Nemesis: Rise of the Imperfects (a collaboration between Marvel Comics and Electronic Arts). Above, Storm wears an outfit designed by Terry Dodson for the PSP version of the game (Jae Lee designed the characters for the PPS2, Xbox, and Gamecube versions). You can read more about Terry Dodson’s involvement in the project and see his versions of Elektra, Thing, Captain America and more here.

I’m a bit torn on this costume. The headband is cool as it highlights her widow’s peak and gives her some old school lift to the back of her hair, but I’m keen on the big X on her chest. Maybe a lightning bolt would have worked better? I like the arm gloves, and Storm’s certainly no stranger to thigh high boots, but thanks to that thong, this feels way more Hellfire Club to me (like something worn by the Black Queen–Jean Grey or Selene, take your pick). I would’ve liked this as full bodysuit instead.

Here’s the gang of Marvel characters that were chosen for this game. It is strange seeing Magneto and Venom fight alongside our heroes (but it wouldn’t be the first time).

This is a screen shot of the game featuring Storm in her pixelated glory (that’s sarcasm, by the way). It’s a shame that Terry Dodson’s linework doesn’t really translate to the rough edges of the computer modeling. The costume also has some differences from the first image I’ve posted, so I suppose it’s possible that this one was designed by Jae Lee, but I’m not sure. Regardless, it’s way too skimpy and I just don’t get the red bit under her bosom.

It is worth noting that Terry Dodson drew the 1996 STORM solo miniseries penned by Warren Ellis. While I think the art for that series is above average (Dodson gives Ororo some nice curves and some actual *gasp* muscles), the story is rather forgettable. Colossus’ evil older brother Mikhail Rasputin traps Storm in an alternate dimension where she has to fight more *yawn* Morlocks. It also guest starred Cable *groan* and Forge *yawn*. The covers had shiny gold foil enhancements simulating her lightning (part and parcel of 1990’s comic covers).

I was fourteen the first time I ever laid eyes on Ororo Munroe.

My family was living in Katy, Texas (a small city on the outskirts of Houston). The oil crisis was on and we were staying in a large house in what had once been a nice neighborhood. A lot of folks who had houses there were originally from Iran and Iraq and had returned to their homeland after losing a lot of their money. Many of the vacated houses had been broken into and vandalized by bored teenagers. We lived on a cul de sac. Behind our house was a large empty lot that led to the back of a Kroger grocery store.

One day, my mother had sent me to the store to get some milk and other groceries. She knew exactly how much everything cost and had only given me enough money for what was on her list down to the penny. Seriously, she knew.

I trudged to the store, feeling angsty and depressed as I entered the bright fluorescent store. As I adjusted my eyes, I almost walked into a shopper. I had become accustomed to looking at my feet or at the clouds, anywhere but in front of me. Making eye contact with people made me nervous. There was usually disapproval or contempt waiting for me there. I was a tall skinny sissy with glasses and my body was always betraying me somehow. If I wasn’t tripping over the coffee table, my wrists were too limp when I ran, or my knees were too knobby when I wore my Phys. Ed. shorts. I wasn’t particularly strong and I had more allergies than I knew what to do with. My life was severely limited physically, socially and emotionally.

So, when I looked in the Kroger that day and saw a comics spinner rack, my eyes immediately glazed over with lust. The bright colors were a welcome respite from the bleak thoughts I’d had on my trek through weeds and broken bottles. But here’s the thing: Although the rack was full of all kinds of comics I only saw one. Just one.

A beautiful woman with voluminous white hair and clear blue eyes stared back at me. Crowned with a tiara, the shape of which puzzled and attracted me, her expression seemed serene, but strong and confident. She was framed in tiny superheroes proclaiming Marvel Comics’ 25th Anniversary. I had no choice. I had to know who this woman was.

I picked up the comic and scanned the pages in wonderment. I knew then that a spell had been cast on me. I was not going to leave Kroger without it. This woman had things to teach me. I needed a hero and she was a SUPER-Hero.

The comic cost exactly as much as the milk my mother had told me to buy. So I bought the comic instead and shoved it in under my shirt, next to my back and tucked it in my underwear waistband. When I got home, I told my mother that I had dropped the carton of milk and spilled it all. She cursed my clumsiness and made me return to the store with another dollar and change. Before I returned to the store, I pretended to use the bathroom and hid the comic in my room. I devoured that comic from cover to cover when I returned. My mother was so mad at me she was more than happy to send me to my room which is exactly what I wanted. I was on fire to absorb those pages.

When I got to the end of the comic I was astonished to learn the story was a reprint. I felt so out of touch! My parents had been forcefeeding me Spire Comics (a Christian publishing company) whose Archie and Barney the Bear squeezed a moral out of every story, no matter how mundane. The X-Men, and specifically this mutant goddess, reignited my imagination and gave me hope. Storm was regal even if people didn’t like or understand her. She was fearless yet compassionate. Even Wolverine respected her.

I went to school the next day and asked my best and only friend, Mark (a senior; I was a freshman) if he had ever heard of the X-Men. He looked at me as if I had been living in another world and then smiled, remembering how things were at my house. As fate would have it, he actually had a copy of The Uncanny X-Men #201 with him. I asked him who that woman with the mohawk was. Could there be two black women with white hair dressed in black? He laughed at me and said that I had a lot to catch up on because Storm led the team now and had lost her powers. I was stunned. I borrowed his comic and devoured it over lunch but I had a hard time reconciling the punk Storm with the naive goddess Storm and I told Mark.
On the bus the next day, Mark let me borrow his X-Men comics starting with Giant Size X-Men and running all the way to #200! I don’t think I did my homework at all that night, but instead read the run all the way through, even staying up way past my curfew! The wonder and joy that I felt reading those stories was unparalleled to anything I had ever read. Maybe the Oz books had come close, but I was a teenager and needed a different narrative. Storm stayed my favorite throughout the stories, but I gained an appreciation and love for Nightcrawler, Wolverine, Shadowcat (I hate it when people don’t use her code name after all she had to go through to figure it out), Rogue and Professor X.

When I returned the comics I was so appreciative of Mark’s kindness. I felt so honored that he had shared them with me, but I suppose he recognized in me a kind of kindred spirit who needed to experience those stories. It was empowering to read about freaks and outcasts rising above their challenges as a team and a family (the Phoenix Saga taught me about gestalt theory, the kabbalah, and the tree of life). I’ll always be in debt to how Chris Claremont, Dave Cockrum, Len Wein, John Byrne and all the rest who gave their talent to that grand narrative tapestry. Thanks to Art Adams for catching my eye and thanks to Mark Saunders for sharing his comics and his love of them with me.I found this sketch of Storm by Arthur Adams on the net and thought it was interesting compared to his portrayal of her on the comic that enchanted me. She looks quite a bit younger here as opposed to the mature woman on the cover of Classic X-Men #3.
Another image I found on th e net of punk rock Storm. I always liked the way Adams gave her mohawk more body (I like it better than the thin line of hair Barry Windsor-Smith drew on her. You have read Lifedeath, right?) Here’s the whole gang (before they really became a much bigger gang) by Adams. This image has been my computer wallpaper more times than I can remember. I love it so much. Storm is perfect and I also like Polaris and Banshee’s poses.

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