A new comic book series about young artists.
INTERVIEWER: Is the comics world as insular and cliquey as the fine-art world?
MATTHEW THURBER: If the contemporary art world is a replica of the corporate office with its private-gallery back rooms, its frigid snob receptionists, its MBA salespeople, and its tax dodges, the comics world is more like the classic bohemia of the 19th and early 20th art world. That is to say, a seething pit of orgiastic sex, nude modeling, gonorrhea and syphilis, actual artistic skill, marriages shattered by affairs with androgynous cafe-haunting prodigies, sacks full of stolen art supplies buried in the park, suicides leaping off the roof of Our Lady of Mount Carmel church, shouting matches about recently published anthologies turning to blows, plus actual involvement with the rap underground (instead of just millionaire celebrity pop stars), original strips purchased by thugs with dime bags, and cliques of cartoonists soon to be sprung from prison about to fuck up the game.
