Lawrence Wright on America's tolerance and intolerance towards Islam. And you'll be happy to know this piece includes the latest stupid thing Pat Robertson has said.
Monthly Archives: September 2010
Jerry Grandenetti, R.I.P.
I now have sufficient confirmation to say that comic book artist Jerry Grandenetti passed away last February 19. The Social Security Death Index lists his date of birth as April 15, 1926, which would mean he was fibbing or mistaken in interviews when he said he was born in 1927. Everything else I wrote about him is correct, including the parts about what a fine artist he was.
Jerry Grandenetti
As you've no doubt noticed, I run a lot of obits on this site, particularly of veteran comic book creators. This is not something I do happily but because for a long time, if I didn't do it, no one did. Over the years, I've developed a certain set of rules for myself over how solid the sourcing has to be before I'll announce here that someone has shuffled off this mortal coil.
For a couple of months now, I've been told by various folks that Jerry Grandenetti had passed…and given his age (he was born in '27) and reports of ill health, that seemed more than possible. But no one who told me about it seemed to have a source that traced back to his family or some verified news report so I didn't announce it here. I still don't know of one but the news is now being e-mailed all over the comic book community and public obits are starting to appear, presuming it is so.
With all that in mind: Jerry Grandenetti began his career as an assistant to Will Eisner on The Spirit. Fresh out of the Navy, he began calling on comic book companies with an eye towards making some money in that field before moving on to loftier artistic ambitions. The editors at Quality Comics sent him to Eisner where he started by erasing pages and eventually worked his way up to drawing on them. During much of this time, he studied at Pratt Institute and that training, plus the influence of Eisner, shaped him into an artist with a unique, organic style. Writers he'd later work with like Robert Kanigher and Archie Goodwin raved about his ability to stage scenes and tell stories with angles and shots that no other artist would have imagined.
Grandenetti worked for almost every company that was around in his days but is probably best remembered for his work for DC. He did a long stint for Kanigher who edited the DC war comics and was a particular favorite of that editor. (Kanigher was notorious for disliking the work of most comic artists, including some who worked for him for years and years. But he liked Grandenetti.) In the sixties and seventies, Grandenetti did some striking horror work for Creepy and Eerie, some of it under his own byline; other jobs, ghosting for Joe Orlando. He ghosted for Orlando on sixties' DC comics like Scooter and The Inferior Five, then worked on his own for House of Mystery and other "weird" comics of the sixties and seventies. When Joe Simon returned to DC to edit comics like Prez and Championship Sports, Grandenetti drew almost all of them. And when he wasn't doing comics, he had a lucrative career going in advertising.
I never met Mr. Grandenetti but I always admired his work…and I find it hard to write about him without using the word "unique" a lot. His work in comics was always striking and fresh and it reminded me of something I once heard said about a certain actor, which was that "He'll take the script and for good or ill, do something with the part that no other actor on this planet would have done with it." I hope reports of his passing are untrue. But (sigh) they probably aren't.
Today's Video Link
As we noted here some time ago, Henry Miller's Theater in New York is being renamed the Stephen Sondheim. This Mr. Miller was not the famous author. This one was a theatrical entrepreneur and actor when the place opened in 1918. It subsequently went through many ownerships and names and functions. It was a porn theater for a time. It was a disco. When a revival of Cabaret played there for a time, the hall was rechristened The Kit-Kat Club, same as the nightclub in the play. After that in 2001 when Urinetown played there, that name didn't seem appropriate so it went back to its old name…and now this Wednesday, they'll unveil the new marquee making it the Sondheim. The Pee Wee Herman Show will be its first tenant, followed by a revival of Anything Goes. Perhaps someday, something by Stephen Sondheim will play there.
Broadway author Fred Landau is the guy who was responsible for that great parody of "In Buddy's Eyes" that made it about Betty White. He's back now with another song from Follies rewritten for the occasion and this one, he sings himself…
A Sunday Afternoon Thought
The folks at Hyundai have a new car out called the Hyundai Equus. I'm guessing the car was named in a meeting where someone said, "You know what would really sell a lot of cars? A name that would make people think of speed and flight and a glorious feeling of freedom!"
And then somebody else around the table said, "No, we need a name that suggests sex and passion and heat and how if you drive our car, members of the opposite sex — or even the same sex if you're so inclined — will flock to you."
Whereupon the head of the company signals for the floor and in a slow, deliberate voice says, "You're all wrong. We have to give people the mental image of horses having their eyes gouged out."
Additional Info
For those of you who enjoyed the video link posted earlier here: I did a bit of Googling and found out that the groom, Lin-Manuel, is Lin-Manuel Miranda, the Tony-winning lyricist (and Tony-nominated actor) who wrote and starred in In the Heights on Broadway. The bride is Vanessa Nadal, a high school friend he married on September 5, about a week ago. Here's an article about their marriage and wedding which includes a link to more of the ceremony and celebration…and more show tunes.
Today's Self-Promoting Link
Zack Davisson is a very wise man. Even if he does read Groo.
Today's Video Link
I want to thank Tim Davis for sending me the link to one of the best videos I've ever been able to slap up here…
So…a lady named Vanessa married a man named Lin-Manuel. They get to the big wedding reception and Vanessa's father gets up and starts a little speech, the kind most fathers make when their daughters wed. Here's what happened next…
Today's Political Comment
We seem to have a flurry of articles out these days which psychoanalyze or otherwise seek to "explain" President Barack Obama by discussing his father…and there's no doubt that Barack Hussein Obama, Sr was a pretty messed-up guy who had a lot of problems. I can't say for sure that the life of the father didn't in some way impact the son…but I think it's deeply (and probably deliberately) misleading to write about this topic and to not make clear that Senior didn't raise Junior. The future Chief Exec only met his father once…when the kid was ten. You'd never know that from some of the armchair analysts.
In his writings and speeches, Obama Jr has said that his old man didn't make much of an impression on him. I cannot imagine how anyone who wasn't close to either Obama could possibly be in a position to know otherwise…but I suppose if you want to slime our president, you could make up any sort of scenario about them and get someone to believe it.
"A-peel" Joke Goes Here
Whatever happened to peeling potatoes?
Back in olden days, restaurants used to do that…and I appreciated it because my digestive tract really doesn't like potato skins. It likes potatoes but not the skins. When you got an order of french fries, they had but the faintest traces of skin on them. Someone had actually peeled them before slicing and frying. Then all of a sudden, it started becoming fashionable to leave a little skin on fries…and now many restaurants don't peel at all. Even Five Guys, where the fries are terrific, doesn't peel their spuds…which I guess is a good thing because otherwise, I'd devour an entire order. As it is, I just eat the ones with little or no skin. An order of french fries at Five Guys is large enough that you can do that and still get more than enough fries.
Skins on fries is bad enough but a few years ago, the disease began to infest mashed potatoes. Suddenly, mine were coming with little pieces of skin in them — usually red but sometimes other colors. I don't know about you but I don't want pieces of skin in my mashed potatoes any more than I want dung beetles in there. One of the great things about good mashed potatoes is the comforting, fluffy texture. Even lumps of potato spoil the effect.
The change seemed especially tragic at a chain of restaurants I used to often patronize called The Daily Grill. They had perfect mashed potatoes…the best I'd ever had anywhere. For some reason, their Head Chef decided to tamper with perfection. Well, actually I think I know the reason…
The first time I found hunks of potato jacket in my mashers, I complained politely to the manager. I didn't seek him out. He ambled by the table and inquired, as restaurant managers often do, "Is everything to your liking?" I thought, Well, he asked, and said, "No, the mashed potatoes are not to my liking," adding that the skinless ones were superb.
He apologized but said, "We found that many people prefer the mashed potatoes that way." Still being polite, I did not call him a liar. I merely asked, "Has even one customer said to you, 'Oh, thank you for leaving the skin on your potatoes when you mash them. They're so much better that way!'?"
He thought for a second and then muttered, "Well, not in those words. But you know, there are a lot of vitamins in the potato skins…"
"If people are interested in getting vitamins out of their potatoes, they don't order them fried or mashed," I said…and then I asked, "Is it possible you're just trying to save time and money by not having anyone peel the potatoes?"
"I didn't say that," he said.
"I don't hear you denying it," I said.
He chuckled, put up his hands in a gesture of surrender and said, "You've got me." It wasn't the kind of confession Perry Mason used to get but I accepted it as such. Not peeling the taters is cheaper and easier, and that's why I think restaurants are doing it. I don't think most folks prefer it. I think just not enough of them object or, like I did with the Daily Grill, cut back on their patronage.
But let's take a survey and find out if people — or at least, people who read this blog — really prefer it. This poll will be open for one week…and please note. Other blogs may ask you to vote on the soul and safety of the United States or the future of the environment or the true meaning of life. On this site, we get down to the important stuff…
Recommended Reading
Joe Conason on how the G.O.P. thinks it'll gain ground by encouraging Americans to hate Muslims. It starts with forgetting all that stuff the Bush Administration said about Islam being a "religion of peace."
Today's Video Link
Watch this…and stick with it 'til the end…
From the E-Mailbag…
From Robert Moore…
I noticed your link to Fred Fox's piece about Jumping the Shark. While I understand what he's saying, I think he misunderstands what the phrase "jumping the shark" means. It means a given show has peaked in quality, not necessarily popularity. What Mr. Fox is downplaying is that while Happy Days was continuing to draw big ratings, it was through stunts such as Fonzie jumping sharks and riding bulls. When the Fonz jumped the school buses earlier, it had been a stunt, but a well conceived one. It added dimension to the character: we learned his heart could be broken, that he could feel fear, that he could be hurt. With the shark jumping episode, the audience learned nothing. It was just a stunt.
I was the biggest Fonz fan there was back in the day. I had a Fonz t-shirt and a jacket. Not a leather jacket, no way my parents were going to buy me that, but a denim jacket, which the Fonz wore from time to time. I watched Happy Days every Tuesday, and also an hour of episodes each day in syndication. I can't remember the episode airing on ABC, but I distinctly remember watching it for the first time in syndication and shocking my parents by walking out halfway through the episode to go outside and play. I was only nine years old, so it's not like I had any sort of aesthetic standards that I felt were being violated. I was simply bored with the show.
I also wonder at how disingenuous Fox is being when he says he doesn't know who came up with the idea for the "Jump the Shark" episode. If I'm not mistaken, Fred Silverman was running ABC, and I know that he made Happy Days ABC's flagship show. Silverman has said that he almost killed Happy Days by counter programming Good Times against it when he was at CBS, and then had to do everything he could to revive Happy Days when he went to ABC. It was at that time that the gimmicks started: Fonzie jumps school buses, Fonzie jumps a shark, Fonzie rides a bull, etc. I was wondering, with your vast knowledge of the TV business (and I'm not being facetious, ironic, or trying to flatter you here) if you could shed any light on this. Could it have been Silverman or one of his assistants who came up with the idea? I know Silverman could be really hands on with TV shows. From everything I've read, he had a lot of input on Scooby Doo at the beginning, and took the show to ABC with him when he left to CBS.
Thanks for the excellent website and I hope this note finds you well.
P.S. Based on your many recommendations, I finally tried the Five Guys closest to me (Lexington, KY). You have given me the best culinary advice I have ever gotten from the internet. Bravo!
P.P.S. What do the put in those burgers to make them taste so good? I think I'm addicted.
I'm afraid I never watched Happy Days enough to have a lot of opinions on it. I do recall being less interested in Fonzie as the character became more human…but I suppose most audiences preferred that. I also thought Hawkeye Pierce became a less compelling presence on TV as they soft-pedalled his womanizing and drinking, and that didn't hurt the ratings of M*A*S*H either. My impression is that early on, Happy Days simply clicked with audiences who were thereafter willing to follow it anywhere until cast defections made it seem like a different show. The rise of its numbers at times might be partially explainable by weak competition. Once that Happy Days/Laverne & Shirley hour became a juggernaut, NBC and CBS often conceded the slot and programmed their more promising shows on other nights.
I doubt Fred Fox is being disingenuous when he says he doesn't know whose idea it was. I don't know Mr. Fox but on a show with a big writing staff, it's very common for ideas to sorta materialize in the room. One guy tosses out the germ cell, another turns it into something else and that triggers another writer to suggest something similar…and ten minutes later, it's impossible to trace the lineage. It probably was not someone at the network. Garry Marshall had a pretty powerful creative team then…and the clout to get the network to leave them alone. They might tell him when they needed episodes with extra heat but I doubt they'd presume to tell him what should be in them.
What I think I like about Five Guys burgers is the feeling of freshness. I know In-N-Out also uses beef that's never been frozen but it doesn't particularly taste that way to me. That may be because their patties are so thin. Both Five Guys and In-N-Out cook their meat to well-done but since the Five Guys patties are thicker, the entire burger isn't as well-done as the exterior…if you follow me. The meat in an In-N-Out burger often feels overwhemed by bun to me, as well. A lot of folks have written, by the way, to say they agree with me that In-N-Out isn't as good as it used to be. Apparently, they too jumped the shark.
Joltin' Joe
This a photo from the early seventies of Jack Kirby and Joe Sinnott. This was, I think, the second time they'd ever met in person. All those years in the sixties when Jack was drawing Fantastic Four and Joe was doing such a superb job with the inking, the two men neither met nor even spoke. Their first conversation was a phone call in 1970, after Jack had left Marvel, and I got them on the line together. A few years after, Marie Severin introduced them at a New York convention…and then the next time they were at a New York con, I brought Joe over to say howdy to Jack and I snapped this pic. Joe understandably sometimes tells interviewers that I got them together for the first time at a New York con but that's not exactly how I remember it.
Anyway: If you were in a roomful of comic book folks and you said, "Joe Sinnott was the best inker ever in comics," I don't think a lot of breath would be wasted in debating the point. You'd get even less dissent if you said, "Joe Sinnott is the nicest person who was ever in comics." I might suggest I was more deserving but no one else would. And even I admit that Joe is a great guy.
That great guy is about to have a hip replacement. The old one's done worn out and he gets a new one next Friday. If you know Joe, you love him. If you don't know Joe but you know his work, you love what he does. Either way, you might like to send a get-well card or note to cheer him up and on. That address is…
Joe Sinnott
P.O. Box 406
Saugerties, NY 12477
As I said, the surgery is on Friday. His fine son Mark tells me he's looking at about four days in the hospital and week or two at a rehab center, followed by a long recuperative period at home. So Joe's got plenty of time to read your cards and letters. It would be a small gesture for a big talent.
More on Paul Conrad
As I mentioned in the R.I.P. piece on political cartoonist Paul Conrad, he managed for a long time to be a Liberal voice in an increasingly-Conservative Los Angeles Times. What I should have appended was that eventually, the Times became sufficiently right-wing that Conrad was marginalized. It was all detailed in Bill Boyarsky's book, Inventing L.A.: The Chandlers and Their Times. Kevin Roderick reminds us what it said.