Joseph Remnant’s Cartoon Clouds is the first book he’s
written and illustrated, with Harvey Pekar’s Cleveland being a harbinger of his
enormous talent as an artist. He’s very much influenced by underground comics
and Robert Crumb’s naturalism in particular, along with his peer Noah Van
Sciver. Unlike either of them, Remnant (both here and in his excellent comic, Blindspot [two issues self-published, third issue published by Kilgore]) eschews the more cartoony aspects of that kind
of work and instead prefers an expressive naturalism that favors gesture, body
language and the ways bodies interact with each other in space. Thanks to that
skill, Remnant is able to exert a precise degree of control over his
characters, but not so much that they appear inert on the page. Indeed, there’s
nothing slick about his character work. He also likes adding drawing effects
that are very clearly lines on paper, like cross-hatching and shadow effects.
There are any number of simply beautiful-looking panels that reflect his
intense amount of labor, but they’re not there for him to show off. They are to
help him establish atmosphere.
That atmosphere is one of tedium and ennui, as the story
follows four friends who have just graduated from a Cincinnati art school, each
trying to pursue a career and figure out their lives in different ways. The
result is a story that feels all-too-familiar: young, white twentysomethings
moping around, trying to find meaning. Despite Remnant’s skill as an artist and
storyteller, he falls into too many clichéd traps in the book, mistaking an
unlikeable protagonist for being a compelling one. And the main character Seth,
is both boring and annoying. He’s a relentless mope who hated art school almost
as much as he hated his life after it. Cartoonists’ issues with art school are
well-documented at this point, so if you’re going to critique it, you’d either
better have a new point of view or at least be funny (like Aaron Lange’s comics
about his experiences).
Every character seems narrowly defined and lacking in
ambiguity, with the exception of Allison, a fellow student that Seth’s always
had a crush on but never did anything about it. She wants a successful career
as a gallery artist as much as anyone, but she eventually realizes that the
shortcuts she took to get there weren’t worth her integrity. The other
characters feel less like living people than cast for an indie film, leaning in
hard on their most prominent qualities. Colby, the older, pretentious gallery
owner with whom Allison hooks up, is less a character than a aggregation of
art-world clichés: disingenuous, hypocritical, jealous of real talent and
success, two-faced, secretly sexist, etc. Jeff is Seth’s best friend and he’s
the art school grad who immediately stops doing art and starts nursing a
prescription drug and later a heroin addiction. Kat is Jeff’s girlfriend who
hooks into the art world by coming up with show ideas that have little or
nothing to do with the art itself; she starts cheating on Jeff without
bothering to actually break up with him. Cameos by an asshole trust fund kid
and an aggressively atheist guy at a party add to that sense of caricature over
character that plagues the book.
Seth is the protagonist, and it’s his tedious journey that
informs the tone of most of the book. He loses his job as an artist’s
assistant. He is disgusted when he realizes that art galleries and museums
mostly offer unpaid internships to young people who either have a trust fund or
else are willing to live in abject poverty in order to maybe make some
connections. He takes a job in fast food, stops painting and hooks up with a pot-smoking
teenager as his new girlfriend of sorts. It’s not til the end that things begin
to pick up, as a lecture from a returning friend and a chance meeting with his
idol, the local legend John Pollard. Pollard was supposed to be at an opening
of his art but instead was at a working man’s watering hole to watch the Cleveland
Cavaliers play. Pollard gives him the advice that was obvious to everyone: Seth
should pursue something with his comics and drawings instead of his paintings.
Pollard is much the stereotypical gruff, older artist, but simply by adding a
layer or two to his personality, Remnant immediately made him one of the more
complex characters in the book.
The book has its requisite happy endings for the “right”
characters (Seth and Allison), as they go off to seek their destinies in new
cities. Jeff is very much the “there by the grace of god go I” character,
putting himself in a position that he knows will wind up in his death as an
addict, sooner rather than later, in order to help his friend. Kat has sold out
and is quite happy to do so. It’s an overly neat wrap-up for a book that at 160
pages feels bloated. In many respects, Cartoon Clouds feels like a book that
Remnant needed to get out his system, that he sensed that he would only have
one shot to write as a young person. It certainly put his craft to the test and
found him passing that area with flying colors. Hopefully his next book won’t
be about art and artists, as I think he needs a fresh, new area to explore. He
certainly has the capacity to do it.
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