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In the early seventies, the rights to do Tarzan comic books passed from Western Publishing (Gold Key Comics) to DC Comics. Joe Kubert wrote, drew and edited the DC Tarzan and it was a beautiful version that was highly acclaimed in the industry and the fan press. The book did not do well commercially — in fact, it eventually sold less than half of what the Gold Key version had sold — and the whole project ended badly. Kubert stopped drawing it, passing the chores off to cheaper Filipino artists who worked (mostly) over his layouts. Then it ended.

I was working at the time for both DC and the Edgar Rice Burroughs estate so a lot of folks have come to me to ask what happened. I'll try to explain but it's a complicated story and it may take a while. I'll be serializing this and I'll try to get through this in as few installments as I can. Watch for this story here over the next week or so. The main thing you'll take away from it was that it was a venture doomed from the outset and that its failure was really not Joe's fault.

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From 1996 when he was touring with the show Damn Yankees, Jerry Lewis answers questions about the show and his career for about 47 minutes…

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Joe Conason on this idea that rich people push…that if their taxes are cut, the economy will flourish and everyone will be better off. In the words of that eminent philosopher, Rocket J. Squirrel, "That trick never works."

It never has. If it did, the Bush Tax Cuts would have brought on the wave of prosperity for all that was their raison d'être. I suspect that the next round of tax cuts for the rich — there will be one — will get us deeper in the hole and the solution to that, they'll say, is more tax cuts for the rich. And when that doesn't work…

"Inked by Roz Kirby"

Robert Steibel has posted on his site a Jack Kirby Captain Victory drawing that was allegedly inked by Jack's wonderful wife Roz. It really wasn't inked by her. At best, it was co-inked by her. Allow me to explain…

Jack largely lost interest in a story after he had drawn it in pencil. The "storytelling" part of the job, which was mainly what he cared about, was over and his mind was on to the next story. So to go back and ink that first story was not a major concern for him and sometimes an intrusion. He did it on a lot of his pre-1960 work, usually because no other work was available. Or to put it in simpler terms: In the time it took him to pencil and ink one story, he could instead pencil two. Penciling two was more fun for him and it paid better. If he couldn't get that second assignment right away, he'd want to ink the first job and make that money.

But he still didn't like inking. So what he'd do was to have Roz take a pen — usually one with a fairly inflexible tip so it put down a very static line that didn't get thinner or thicker — and she'd trace his pencil lines. Roz had a little experience in fashion illustration, mostly doing ink linework on drawings by others. That's what she was doing when they started dating.

Once her work on his pages was done and the ink had dried, they'd erase the pencil and then Jack would go at it. He'd take a brush and he'd put in the bold lines and the large black areas and the shadows and everything on the page that was thicker than Roz's static pen line. She might wield a brush but mainly to fill in black areas that Jack had already outlined in ink. I would say that in most cases, the ink on the published work would be 90% Jack's…but Jack would still tell people that Roz had inked it.

Why? Well, he loved her and he didn't need the credit. Truth to tell, it was only later in his career — after I met him in '69 — that Jack cared much about who inked his work. He had preferences but he accepted almost anyone.

Late in Jack's career, there were a few times when Roz "inked" pieces on which Jack did little or no re-inking. She even tried inking for real with a brush…but no one would mistake the results for the output of a professional inker. These cases were a few commissions and a few drawings for convention program books…but mainly I'm thinking of presentation art he did for animation projects. As Jack's vision and muscle-control grew worse during the eighties, it affected his ability to ink more than his ability to pencil. You can get by as a pencil artist if you have a slight shake and an unsteady hand. It's more of a problem when working in ink or trying to maintain the delicate touch necessary to make a brush do exactly what you want. He had good days and bad days…and on the bad days might leave more of it to his spouse. But that Captain Victory piece was mainly inked by Jack. I'd say at least 80% of it.

P.S. Added Later: I missed the fact that Roz's signature on the piece was dated 1997, which was three years after Jack died.  Roz died in late '97.  I believe this piece was a commission that Jack started, possibly over a tracing of an earlier drawing he did, and which Roz finished after his death when she had a buyer.  Looking closer at the foot at lower left, that's her trying to finish the inking, following the style on the rest of the page.  So I'll revise my estimate down to 70% Jack.  My point is that this is not pure Roz Kirby inking.  She was a wonderful lady and she was not without some artistic talent…but she was not capable of inking this good on her own.

Harry Harrison, R.I.P.

Science-fiction author Harry Harrison has died at the age of 87. He wrote many books but was probably best-known for Make Room, Make Room!, which was turned into the movie, Soylent Green. The one time I met and interviewed Mr. Harrison, I believe he told me that once you factored in the movie money, that book had made him more money than any ten others combined and given him a thousand times the recognition.

Tom Spurgeon has a full obit but I did want to clarify and expand upon what I understand about Harrison's career in comics. It was more or less the failure of that which made him, to his eventual delight, a novelist. When he got out of the service in 1946, he used his G.I. access to higher education and attended what was later called the Cartoonists and Illustrators School in New York. There, he met and learned alongside dozens of students who later became well-known, successful comic book artists. One of them was Wally Wood.

Wood was shy and withdrawn and quite terrified about approaching editors with his work. Harrison was nowhere near as good an artist as Wood but he was a lot better at "selling" and talking to buyers. For obvious and mutual reasons, they decided to team up and they modeled their partnership more or less on how Joe Simon and Jack Kirby operated. Both Joe and Jack did everything — writing, penciling, inking, editing, etc. — but Simon spent more of his time writing, editing and dealing with publishers while Kirby spent more time writing and drawing. In the Harrison-Wood parlay, Harrison would be approximately Simon while Wood was roughly Kirby.

Around late 1947, they began approaching comic book companies and what they were looking for at each was a "packaging" arrangement, which was what Simon 'n' Kirby did. In effect, packagers became editors for the company on an outside basis. They would write and draw comics and when necessary, hire others to work with them. This was a fairly common arrangement in comics in the early forties when Simon and Kirby were starting out together but by '48, publishers were less inclined to make such deals. They preferred to have an in-house editor do all the buying and to not lavish editorial money (or meaningful creative control) on outsiders.

And even if a publisher might have been inclined to engage Harrison-Wood as an outside packager, there was this problem: Despite Harry's fine salesmanship, he couldn't really get to those publishers themselves. He could only "sell" himself and Wally to their in-house editors…and the in-house editors all hated outside packagers. In an employment context, outside packagers were their competition.

So Harrison and Wood couldn't secure a packaging deal. If they had, it's likely Harrison would have cut his drawing way back and done mostly editing and writing, leaving most of the art to Wood. But Wood, who proved himself to be a pretty good writer, would also have had opportunities to write that he generally did not get in his real career.

That might have worked very well. But they not only couldn't get packaging work but there was then a surplus of writers in comics, the decline of the pulp magazines having brought a flood of writing talent into the field. So all Harry and Wally could land was plain old art jobs. Harrison did half the art, Wood did half the art…and half the art was pretty good: Wally's half. On most stories, they collaborated but the more the work was Wood's, the better it was.

As Harrison and Wood drew for various publishers, editors began to note the obvious swings in quality and to realize out that one guy was a lot better than the other…and they wanted work by that one guy. Wood told me that they figured out it was him largely because he was the shy one who didn't talk. In most teams when one guy was quiet, he was the one doing the vital work.

Editors began to hint to Wood that they'd have more work and perhaps better rates for work that looked like certain Harrison-Wood jobs that, Wood knew, were all or mostly by him. Harrison was smart enough to know exactly what was happening and that's why he abandoned his aspirations as an artist and segued to writing work, mostly outside of comics. (He did write the Flash Gordon newspaper strip for an extended period.)

Harrison was such a good writer (and a real sharp businessman) and Wood on his own was such a great artist that I can sure imagine an Alternate Universe here. In it, someone hired Harrison-Wood to create and package new comics and they're wonderful and successful. And Harry Harrison doesn't become a top writer of fantasy novels. He and Wood attain the success and stature of Stan Lee and Jack Kirby…or of any of comics' great creative teams. Could have happened.

June Foray! Live!

Photo by Dave Nimitz

I am told there are still tickets available — not many but some — for Friday evening's "live" (if you're there) podcast of Rob Paulsen's Talking Toons. Rob is, of course, one of the top voiceover artists in the business and he usually does his weekly podcasts, sans audience. But this coming Friday night, he's recording it live at the Jon Lovitz Comedy Club up at Universal CityWalk here in Los Angeles.

Who are his guests? Well, me but never mind that because he's also welcoming the First Lady of Cartoon Voicing, Ms. June Foray! Fresh from winning her first Emmy at age 94, June will be appearing to talk about more than 70 years of voiceover work including her days as Rocky the Flying Squirrel and Granny, the owner of Tweety and Sylvester. (And she's still playing Granny! Matter of fact, as will be soon announced, she's still playing Rocky, too.)

Anyway, you'll hear all about June's amazing career and she'll do some voices and it should be quite a show. You can be there for it if you get tickets here. If not, I'll let you know when you can hear it over on Rob's website and elsewhere online. That's this Friday night and you just know you wanna be there.

Today's Video Link

One of my favorite moments at an Academy Awards ceremony: In 2002, the (utter) surprise appearance by Woody Allen…

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You may remember that Fred Kaplan wrote a pretty devastating article about how Mitt Romney knows nothing about foreign policy. Here we have Fred's new pretty devastating article about how Paul Ryan knows nothing about foreign policy.

Y'know, I sure get the feeling that the folks backing Romney-Ryan aren't going to waste a lot of breath arguing such assertions. They don't seem to care about this stuff.

And while we're at it: Isn't there still a war going on in Afghanistan? If you see someone running for President or Vice-President, could you ask them about that?

Kubert Korrection

Artist George Freeman wrote to point out, correctly, that I was imprecise in a line I wrote about Joe Kubert here. I wrote, of him and his wife Muriel, "Their sons Adam and Andy both became top comic book illustrators." That's true but it might make some think that they had but two children. They actually had five: David, Danny, Lisa, Adam and Andy. At George's suggestion, I've changed the line to read, "Two of their sons, Adam and Andy, became top comic book illustrators." Thanks, George. You're right.

Ron Palillo, R.I.P.

I'm not sure what to write about Ron Palillo, who died in his sleep from a heart attack this morning. The obits say he was 63 but it wouldn't surprise me if he was actually a few years older than that. When I worked with him on Welcome Back, Kotter in 1976-1977, there were meetings of publicity-type folks about how to conceal the true ages of the four men who were playing high school kids on the series. John Travolta was 22 playing 17. But I kept hearing all this chatter and different birthdates thrown out for Ron and was led to believe he was a lot older than 27 playing 17.

Ron played Arnold Horshack, the goofiest of Mr. Kotter's "Sweathogs" and viewers loved him. The writers on the show did not as Ron was often abrasive and he had (we thought) a tendency to look at every line and ask the question, "How can I take the maximum amount of time and get the maximum amount of attention for saying this?" The shows always ran long so we were always looking for cuts and Ron did not help. If we sliced a long speech of his in half, he would somehow manage to make the remaining half take even longer than the whole. In his defense, you have to remember this: The audiences — at least the ones who came to our tapings — laughed whenever he opened his mouth. They practically gave him a standing o' when he opened it to shout, "Oooh! Oooh!"

He was certainly a major factor in that show's popularity but I did not get along well with the guy…then. Later though, our paths crossed when I was writing for Hanna-Barbera and he was in to do occasional voice work. We had one nice conversation when he apologized for things he'd said and done. I told him I understood but I'm not altogether certain I really did. And then our paths never crossed again.

He did not get a lot of work as an actor, post-Kotter. I can't explain why that was since he was really good in front of a camera. I heard he was on a soap opera for a time…that he had some plastic surgery…that he was doing some teaching and some painting…and this morning, that he'd left us. I did not like the guy I worked with on Welcome Back, Kotter but I have nothing but warm thoughts about the Ron Palillo in the Hanna-Barbera waiting room. I'd like to think that was the real person.

My Tweets from Yesterday

  • Romney just flip-flopped on his decision of a running mate. Wants Howie Mandel instead. 18:39:31
  • So the whole election pretty much comes down to less for the poor/more for the rich vs. less for the rich/more for the poor. 20:40:25

Irving Fein, R.I.P.

Irving Fein was the longtime personal manager for Jack Benny and George Burns. When one of your clients lives to be 100, it's not easy to outlive them but Irving did. He died a few days ago at the age of 101.

If you're interested in either of his clients (but mainly Benny), do yourself a favor and track down the book he wrote in 1977 entitled Jack Benny: An Intimate Biography. It's a good bio but a lot of it could be subtitled, "What it was like to be Jack's manager." He has some pretty interesting stories in there about repping Benny and handling his business dealings.

Here's an obit for Mr. Fein.

More on Joe Kubert

Photo by Athos Bousvaros

The photo I ran of Joe Kubert was kinda old but the only other one I had made him look kinda old…or at least a lot older than he really was when I took it at the 2010 WonderCon. Fortunately, Athos Bousvaros sent me the above photo which he took at the Boston Comicon in October of 2010. That's a lot more how I remember the recent Joe. Thanks, Athos.

The New York Times has an obit up for Joe. This is kind of a macabre way of looking at things but one indicator of how comics have become mainstream is that newspapers routinely acknowledge the passing of someone like Joe…and in this case, the Times did it pretty darn fast. Back when Bill Everett died in 1973, there was nothing in the paper about it. I don't recall any obits when Wally Wood died in 1981. But now it's presumed that a large section of the population knows of and cares about guys like Joe. And they do.

Also, an online column for the Washington Post solicited thoughts on Joe from a number of his friends and admirers.

I don't have much to add to what I wrote on Sunday. I do keep thinking about the ease with which Joe drew. There are some very fine artists who labor hard…who sweat each panel and erase and redraw and when they finish a story, they feel like they spent eight days pouring concrete in the hot sun. Ross Andru, working often on much the same comics as Joe, used to erase panels over and over and was never quite satisfied. Joe just sat down and drew and it came out pretty much the way he wanted it to look.

And he loved doing it. If I'm still writing when I'm 85, I hope I'm enjoying it as much as Joe enjoyed drawing. I'll be satisfied with enjoying it half as much.

Someone asked me to explain the foreign and domestic business-type problems that ended his acclaimed run on Tarzan. I was working for the Edgar Rice Burroughs estate at the time and also for DC Comics so I had good seats for both sides. I'll try to get to this next week when deadlines are easier around here. Basically, though many of us loved what Joe did, the sales in the U.S. were not up there and the interest of foreign publishers (who were then the primary market as far as the E.R.B. folks were concerned) wasn't there either. But Joe did a number of amazing issues as you can see in the printed pages and as you can especially see in a new hardcover, large format book coming from IDW.

But I did want to take another look at one line in the N.Y. Times obit. It's the one where they said…

In addition, Mr. Kubert was considered one of the definitive interpreters of Tarzan.

This really has nothing do with Joe but is that a proper use of the word, "definitive?" Flipping through my dictionaries here and online, I don't find a real definitive definition of "definitive" but I get the sense that it's supposed to suggest the one complete version, the one that defines the subject matter for all others. Can you have multiple definitive examples of something? I'm just askin'.

In any case, I thought Joe's interpretation was interesting because it was one of many. I didn't like everything he did with the character but the things he did well, I thought he did better than all the other guys who ever drew Lord Greystoke.

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And now, right here on our stage before we bring out Kate Smith and the Marquis Chimps, here's Myron Cohen with a couple of his Jew jokes…