For some reason, this reading was unsettling to me. I, too, was fooled by the whole fraternal environment that was my imaginary comic book production company. I always imagined people sitting around, throwing around ideas and participating in a truly collaborative effort that combined multiple brilliant minds and did not shorthand any of them. I had always heard Stan Lee's name whenever the topic of super heroes came out so, in my mind, he was some brilliant master of comics that created this whirlwind of genius that swept over the literary nation.
Its saddening that Jack Kirby, someone who was so inspirational in the entire world of super heroes and concepts, felt singled out in something that should've been so golden and happy in his life. The fact that he poured his life into something that ended up swinging back at him with negativity is really sad to think about. Comics are supposed to be a sort of sanctuary and when someone is a fan of such therapeutic channels must be disappointed in the fact that the behind-the-scenes is actually just as snakey and exploiting as typical business.
On a lighter note, I enjoyed to see that Marvel had numerous fallings before their rise. At times, it's intimidating learning about things in college just to go out into a world that probably will eat you alive. To see successful people like Kirby and Lee witness their furniture being removed from their office and later become a legendary publication company is really reassuring. However, this lighter note still brings me back to what is bothering me. If I have good ideas, good concepts and art, and go out into the world with them, will the business demons that lie inside people come out to exploit them from me? Or cut me out of my rightful recognition? Will I become bitter and attempt to denounce the success of my companions? Editors? The business world just seems too shady to me.
Maybe I'll just be like Kirby, and draw in my house.
Its saddening that Jack Kirby, someone who was so inspirational in the entire world of super heroes and concepts, felt singled out in something that should've been so golden and happy in his life. The fact that he poured his life into something that ended up swinging back at him with negativity is really sad to think about. Comics are supposed to be a sort of sanctuary and when someone is a fan of such therapeutic channels must be disappointed in the fact that the behind-the-scenes is actually just as snakey and exploiting as typical business.
On a lighter note, I enjoyed to see that Marvel had numerous fallings before their rise. At times, it's intimidating learning about things in college just to go out into a world that probably will eat you alive. To see successful people like Kirby and Lee witness their furniture being removed from their office and later become a legendary publication company is really reassuring. However, this lighter note still brings me back to what is bothering me. If I have good ideas, good concepts and art, and go out into the world with them, will the business demons that lie inside people come out to exploit them from me? Or cut me out of my rightful recognition? Will I become bitter and attempt to denounce the success of my companions? Editors? The business world just seems too shady to me.
Maybe I'll just be like Kirby, and draw in my house.