I don’t normally write about print comics here, but this one deserves an exception. It’s not just that Scott McCloud’s The Sculptor is good, though it is. It’s that it feels close to me. I’m privileged enough to have Scott as a friend. In fact, if you enjoy this blog, you can thank Scott for its existence! No other person has had such an influence on the comics I read and the way that I read them, not because he pushed his ideas onto me, but because his enthusiasm for the medium is infectious.
This post will be atypical, in several ways. Obviously I’m discussing a print comic rather than a webcomic. I’m writing about a finished work in its entirety, while I usually favor ongoing works in this blog. I don’t have access to a copy of The Sculptor at the moment, so I’ll be writing this post from memory… and I also won’t be able to include as many excerpts as I usually do. (Even if I did have a copy available, I’d have to go through the trouble of scanning it, unless I’d bought an ebook, though I expect the ebook reader might not allow me to copy images. I suppose I could ask Scott to send me the panels I’d want, but I’d rather not bug him when he’s busy going to New York to do book signings and stuff.) And, perhaps most significantly, I’m going to write just as much, if not more, about my relationship to the comic as I’m going to write about the comic itself.
Over the past several years, I’ve witnessed the creation of The Sculptor. I’ve listened to Scott describe the progress he was making on layouts, the deadlines he was working towards, the deadline extensions he’d received. He would redo entire sections that weren’t working the way he wanted them to, add a page or thirty here and there, take reference photos of friends and family members and buildings.
For most of that time, I didn’t have any real idea of what the book was about. I knew it was about a sculptor named David Smith, but not the famous sculptor David Smith, another David Smith.
I did not know, until I heard Scott talking about his book, that there was a famous sculptor named David Smith. I am so unfamiliar with the art world that I don’t even know how embarrassed I should be about that fact. Most of the art references in The Sculptor pass me by, to be honest. I’m sure there are nuances that would be apparent to those more familiar with art and sculpture than I, but if, like me, you’re not very educated about artistic matters, don’t worry. The Sculptor never feels insular or inaccessible, even to troglodytes like us who wouldn’t know a Brâncuși from a barbell.
I would learn new tidbits about the book here and there, about David playing chess with his uncle or the character who is based on Scott’s wife, Ivy. Most of the time, I didn’t know how secret these tidbits were, which things were kept closely guarded, which things might change before the book was finished. Certain things were relatively public knowledge… After all, a buttload of people stood around in a circle for Scott to get reference photos for this part of the book, even if none of us really knew the context for what we were doing.
|I remember this day! I was one of those people way in the back of the crowd. Scott's daughter Winter was standing where David is because Matt wasn't around. (Matthew Mercer served as the reference model for David. You may have heard his voice if you saw the new Thundercats, as well as a bunch of other stuff.) Afterwards everybody got gelato.|
About a year ago, Scott finished the book. I think he actually finished the book about ten times. He would finish the book, except for some parts that he wanted to redraw. He would finish the book, except that he had to rework the first 20 pages. He would finish the book, except the font had to be painstakingly changed in every single word balloon on hundreds of pages.
Scott spent a very long time working on The Sculptor. He made a lot of minuscule changes, and some much larger ones, when most reasonable people would have raised their hands and declared “good enough.” No matter how much effort it required, no matter how much time it took, if it made the book better, Scott would do it.
When I’m in a teasing mood, I might suggest that Scott acted that way because he’s a control freak who can’t leave well enough alone, and that no one would have ever noticed most of the “problems” that stood out to him. (I would be particularly tempted to say this about the proof he received in which the printed pages had come out “too blue.”) None of those things really reflect the dedication he showed throughout the process of creating this book, though, nor do they reflect the respect I have for that dedication.
The Sculptor is a labor of love. The attention that Scott McCloud has given to every little detail is obvious. I’ve seen it in action, but you don’t need to spend any time with Scott to tell how much care he put into this book. All you have to do is pick it up, and you’ll know.
Eventually, I was allowed to read it. And after all that anticipation, all the buildup and the hints and random details I’d picked up on, The Sculptor was totally worth it. It is a heartrending comic, one of those stories that felt life-affirming even as it made me cry. I immediately wanted to share it with everyone.
Of course, I still couldn’t talk freely about The Sculptor with everybody. Though much of the secrecy around the book had faded as it approached completion and the publication date loomed ever nearer, it had yet to be released to the wild. And even at that time, when Scott had finished the book, oh, maybe twice, he was still working on it. I still couldn’t be certain exactly what the final version would look like.
To be honest, I still haven’t seen the very final version of The Sculptor, so I’m writing this post with incomplete knowledge. I look forward to picking up a copy, in all of its hardbound, carefully crafted glory, when I get the chance.
Within the past couple of months, review copies have gone out, and people have started reviewing The Sculptor online. The experience of seeing public articles about this subject, freely giving away details that have been secret information for so long, was surreal. I was shocked at first… I kept thinking, “Wait, we’re allowed to talk about it now?!”
I guess, clearly, we were allowed to talk about it. But it was hard to break that long-kept silence, hard to convince myself that it was okay. But The Sculptor is officially available for sale to the public as of today. Now anybody can read it (and everybody should) so there is no reason whatsoever for me not to talk about it!
Nonetheless, I’m not going to tell you The Sculptor’s premise. (If you really want to know that before you read the comic, feel free to read any of numerous reviews that are scattered around this here Internet.) I think it’s the type of book that’s more enjoyable the less you know about it when you first start reading. I will tell you that it’s a book about mortality, and about art, and about the relationship between the two. It’s got a contemporary setting with one major fantastical element, and it makes a compelling, easy read, though an awful lot of the story is emotionally difficult.
The characters in The Sculptor all feel incredibly real, complex and human. Some come off better than others, but none of them are perfect… everyone in this comic, just like everyone in real life, is flawed and layered. My favorite character, Ollie, makes at least one decision of which I strongly disapprove, but that doesn’t actually make me like him any less. He’s not a bad person. He just isn’t perfect. No one is.
Meg, the character based on Ivy, feels entirely as complex as her real-world counterpart. I actually had to look up the name of the character, because I’ve been calling her “Ivy” in my head all these months. And even she doesn’t come off as perfect… she can sometimes be reckless, sometimes flighty, and can sometimes go past the “endearingly quirky” line into more unsettling behavior. Yet throughout the book, every bit of her is represented with complete love. Meg is the kind of character you can only create by understanding and accepting another person so completely that a totally honest representation of them shows nothing but affection.
One of my absolute favorite things in The Sculptor is seeing all the works that David creates over the course of the book. These are truly impressive works of art, at least to my uneducated perspective. What makes them more impressive, in my opinion, is that they are works of one medium represented through another — three-dimensional sculpture portrayed as two-dimensional drawings, but that still feel like sculptures.
The Sculptor is a beautiful comic, full of life and feeling and desire. It’s a magical tale, but very grounded, created with an unflinching awareness of life’s certainties. I highly recommend that you pick up a copy. As of today you can buy it on Amazon, or from any number of other online retailers, or probably at your local comic shop or bookstore. It will not disappoint you.
Come back in another couple of weeks for a return to webcomics. Not too surprisingly, my old computer is beyond repair, and creating a Frankenstein hybrid using parts of it and parts of another laptop proved unrealistic because none of the hardware was in great shape anyway. But now I have a shiny new computer, and as of just a few days ago it’s even running the operating system of my choice, because I am stubborn as an ox. Thank you all for bearing with me.