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Alexandra DuPont Returns To Tout THB: COMICS FROM MARS!!

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Alexandra DuPont. Heiress. Supermodel. Girlfriend to rock stars and federal politicians. Very tall nudist. She's the cutest thing alive and returns to AICN now to talk about “THB: Comics From Mars"!

San Diego preview!
"THB: Comics from Mars #1"!
A FAQ! With illustrations!

(by Alexandra DuPont)


Q. So what's the rumpus?

A. Well holy shit, there's a new issue of THB coming out.

Q. Huh. I've never read THB.

A. THB is pretty much my all-time favorite comic-book series ever, and I think some of you might like it, too. But back issues are a little hard to come by at the moment, and there aren't any trades collecting them (yet).

Q. So you're reviewing a comic I can't actually read?

A. Not exactly. Bear with me. This new issue -- THB: Comics from Mars #1 -- is a pretty good introduction to the series. It's billed as a "San Diego Comic-Con exclusive," and you can find it at the AdHouse Books booth (#2104) (and maybe online afterward) while supplies last.

But -- and this is partly why I'm writing this -- I also hear that the series may soon be collected and re-issued by a major publisher.

Q. Okay. So what's THB about again?

A. It's this brilliant, experimental, ridiculously energetic pop bomb of a comic by Paul Pope (100%, Batman: Year 100). It follows the weird and terrifying and funny and occasionally metaphysical adventures of a 14-year-old girl on Mars -- a girl on the run from robots and tax collectors.

This girl also hangs out with the coolest rock band on the Red Planet. And she has an inflatable purple robot bodyguard who's basically an ass-kicking genie.

Q. Tell me more!

A. Excuse me while I more or less quote verbatim from my review of the last issue, which came out way back in 2003. Because I feel like dancing a little less about architecture these days, this time there will be copious and large illustrations "utilized for the purposes of a review."

THB tells the story of HR Watson, daughter of a wealthy robot manufacturer on Mars. Dad wants to move his business out of the city to dodge taxes and circumvent some pesky space-travel laws. Trouble is, the Martian government is run by a bunch of tax-and-spend fascists who model their party on insect politics -- even going so far as to wear silly metal bug masks to work. (Many of the funniest scenes in the series involve minor functionaries growing exasperated as they fail to accomplish even the simplest tasks in the ruling party's choked bureaucracy.)

So the "Bugfaces" decide to bring in HR for questioning about her father's dealings. But despite sending their best agents, they've been having a hell of a time catching her over the 10 issues in the series, because, HR is armed with

(a) a magnetic vest that allows her to sort of waft above her enemies, and

(b) THB, her inflatable purple robot bodyguard. Most of the time, THB is "dehydrated" into a little rubber ball that HR wears around her neck -- but he expands, genie-like, into a seven-foot-tall superbeing when you pour water on him. And he can beat the absolute crap out of any giant robot who threatens HR.

It's a strange little story -- sort of a magic-realism libertarian fable -- but the really cool thing about THB is the way Pope builds his world.

His Mars has one of the most well-developed pop-culture underbellies in comics, ever. Pope has figured out what the popular rock bands, restaurants and beverages are, and he understands that a 14-year-old girl, even when she's on the run from the authorities, is going to spend a lot of time thinking about them -- and about love. Currently in the story, HR and THB have been hiding out with the members of a popular rock band on Mars -- the Complex Passions -- and HR has been falling in love with the lead clarinetist, "The Jiggler."

All this is happening while her father's bodyguard, Mr. McHaine -- the so-called "Meanest Mother on Mars" -- has been sent to fetch her and bring her back to Daddy.

And it all happens between insane action scenes in which increasingly weird Bugface robots try to capture HR. And by "increasingly weird," I mean totally bugfuck-nuts Lewis Carroll creations like:

1. A robot (above) that unfolds out of a tiny box and threatens to eat HR, only to be paralyzed when confronted with the paradox of Zeno's Arrow;

2. Another robot that infiltrates HR's townhouse disguised as a fucking Steinway piano, then tears the place apart as it chases her through the house; and

3. A robot named "Agent Haw-Haw" that won't stop laughing hysterically while taking potshots at THB with a disintegration gun.

And I'm just barely scratching the surface here. Pope has published over 1,000 pages of THB material at this point -- scattershot, over a 12-year period, with dozens more unpublished pages reportedly piled high in his studio. It's given him room to pack the story with richly sketched supporting characters.

I haven't even mentioned Lollie -- HR's mousy best friend with the opera-singer dad and the talking pig-dog for a pet (an animal who can tell you where to get the best milkshake on Mars).

Then there's HR's robot manservant Augustus. And HR's adopted brother Percy -- a hipster gearhead who introduces her to the Complex Passions. And then there are the romances and conflicts among the various band members. And there's the guy named Dawk who makes the band's posters and resents HR's privilege. And then there are HR's own feuds with her classmates at the Academy of Advanced Disciplines, where she's a slacker learning some apparently fairly intense fighting and hacking skills....

I could go on and on. (There may be some Wikipedia-entry expansion in my future.) But I especially haven't mentioned the art -- a fluid combination of European and Japanese and fine- and pop-art influences, equal parts manga and Moebius and Hugo Pratt and Jack Kirby. Pope can reportedly draw with alarming speed -- four oversized pages a day when he's cooking. (Click here to watch him doing exactly that on YouTube.) He started a blog late last year (he also has a MySpace and a Flickr gallery), and it's a great little online duck press of all his interests: He'll do a post about Kirby or Alex Toth, then throw in something about Guido Crepax or Andrew Wyeth. And this never strikes me as pretension on his part: Pope genuinely loves high and low art from comics shops and art galleries and fashion and advertising, can synthesize and hold forth on all of it knowledgably, and lets it all bleed into his work -- which to my thinking looks like nothing else in print.

Q. Well, I'll have to grab me some THB back issues.

A. And there, for the moment, lies the rub. Because THB also has one of the most hilariously erratic publishing histories in the history of comics, ever. Though, again, I hear that may be changing soon. More on that in a sec.

Q. Define "hilariously erratic."

A. Borrowing liberally from my 2003 review, THB's publishing history goes something like this (just take a quick gander at this bibliography and skip ahead if you don't care):

1. Paul Pope published THB #1-5 from 1994-95. This was during the black-and-white self-publishing boom, and the sheer athleticism of what he was doing -- writing, drawing and publishing a comic that kicked off with a 96-page debut -- caused a minor sensation.

2. He then promptly burned out.

3. After taking a long break from the title, Pope re-published THB 1 after re-drawing several dozen pages.

4. He then took an even longer break and released "issue 6" in four parts -- 6a, 6b, 6c, and 6d -- each of them at least 72 pages long.

5. And then -- a couple of years after that, in 2003, after cranking out the amazing 100% for Vertigo -- Pope released the eccentrically named Giant THB 1.v.2, which wasn't in fact version 2 of anything, but WAS in fact THB 7, but was really the 10th issue in the series....

6. You get the idea. Except that only accounts for the main narrative run of the series. Interspersed with that, Pope also self-published several books of THB short stories, fleshing out his increasingly weird Martian universe with flights of fancy, tone poems, lighthearted mini-adventures, little explanatory "Science & Invention" comics ...

You can find a mostly complete list of all the various issues and incarnations of THB right here, at Millarworld. It adds up to over 1,000 pages of comics and counting -- giving Pope's good friend Jeff Smith a run for his money.

Q. So why hasn't he released any trades of this stuff?

A.< /B> Because he's re-drawing issues 1-5 to rectify all the various changes in character design and story that transpired over the years.

Q. Oh, good Christ.

A. His art has gotten exponentially more interesting to look at over the last 12-odd years, so I can't say I blame him. But if you've got money to burn, sometimes you can get lucky on eBay. Mars Import lists some of his back issues for sale. And Pope seems to have a solid relationship with The Beguiling, which sells his original art.

Q. So how might all this be rectified?

A. Well, Pope has dropped hints in a few different venues (including this terrific Wizard interview) that he may be making "some sort of announcement" about THB at San Diego this week. A Wired magazine profile from last year suggests it might be a trade-publishing deal with Henry Holt.

You can ask him about this in person, actually (I'm sure he'll love that): He's a special guest at Comic-Con this year. He's giving a spotlight presentation at 11:30 on Saturday, July 28 in Room 1AB. And he's signing books at the AdHouse booth (#2104) from 2-4 p.m. on Friday, July 27 and 1-2 p.m. on Saturday, July 28.

I should note here, BTW, that Pope is also signing copies of PulpHope -- a brand-new, 224-page monograph of his artwork that really deserves its own review. I've flipped through it, and it's a vasty thing: a gorgeous, messy, frequently NC-17 collection of artwork and essays that covers everything from manga to erotica to genre theory to Pope's own working process. I love what he says in his essay about deadline dread, "What to Do When It Goes Away and How to Get It Back," which may just be required reading for anyone who's ever had to produce creative work within a timeframe: "There's nothing to do but learn to love this, even after the romance wears off. You must love this stress and learn how to burn with it, not to be burnt by it, otherwise it is a miserable servitude without much recompense. This is your choice, this is your garden. Now cultivate it."

Anyway. This review sums up the book's appeal rather nicely. And Warren Ellis just blurbed the pants off it.

Q. So after all that foreplay: How's this new "SDDC exclusive" issue of THB?

A. It's pretty terrific, and a solid intro to the overall vibe of the series.

THB: Comics from Mars #1 sets its tone immediately with this batshit-crazy splash page, which stretches over four pages and would do Geoff Darrow proud.

Pope then offers up "A Brief History: or, How There Came to Be People on Mars" -- an eight-page history of the colonization of Pope's Mars, written in the form of one of HR Watson's hastily-thought-out school papers. Which means it talks about how Earth has been overtaken by a Vernor Vinge-style Singularity, then illustrates the civil war between Mars and Earth in the crudest possible terms --

-- then pauses for panels of stark beauty:

This is followed by "Fun! Comics," one of Pope's metaphysical goofs -- in which we meet two Kirby-like "UR-PEOPLE ... the unseen continuity mechanics living between sequential phases of meta-fictive time/space," as they try to fix a broken animatronic dog and get hung up on the dog's lack of actorly motivation.

Finally, there's a re-draw of "The Bumble Hip Shake," a short story that first appeared in THB #2 way back in '94. It's a little vignette about HR and Lollie showing up at a gangster's nightclub demanding milkshakes -- "made from the milk of ... of ... actual cows! Imported cows -- all the way from Earth!" (Criminals and food are a motif in the THB universe; in one book, we learn the most popular TV show is "Martian Mega-Gangsters," in which two zoot-suited thugs blow each other to smithereens and enjoy cans of noodles afterward.)

All this is vacuum-packed into 32 black-and-white, ad-free pages -- a real meal of comics -- and while it doesn't continue the main story, it's a nice toe-dip back into the THB waters. If Pope makes some sort of announcement at SDCC about re-issuing the entire series (and that's looking semi-likely, given his comments), then THB: Comics from Mars #1 ends up being a sort of deluxe ashcan for that reissue.

I obvs. really hope it happens: I'd love to see a larger audience finally get to discover one of the coolest, weirdest, most wildly creative products of the self-publishing boom. And I'm guessing today's manga-loving kids would go completely insane for it.

Warmest, Alexandra DuPont.

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  • July 24, 2007, 2:28 a.m. CST

    no talkback on the Brokeback Mountain musical?

    by Boomers_Lips

  • July 24, 2007, 2:29 a.m. CST

    Dupont is Hercules!

    by seppukudkurosawa

    It all makes sense now.<p> </p>If this post is deleted, you'll know why.<p> </p>If it isn't deleted, you'll also know why (because Herc DuPont thought too many people will have seen it already).

  • July 24, 2007, 2:51 a.m. CST

    DuPont Ain't Me

    by Hercules


  • July 24, 2007, 3:10 a.m. CST


    by GCH888

    OPTIC NERVE is a brilliant comic and totally under-rated in my opinion. It's nice to have stories from an Asian male's perspective ... especially the predominance of white sexually inadequate men who go after asian women because of the stereotypical belief that asian women are subservient and obediant(sorry Harry ... no offence). This is why you see fat balding men in their 40s married to 20 year old tiny filipinos/thai women all the time

  • July 24, 2007, 5:53 a.m. CST

    I thought DuPont only reviewed Pirates movies....

    by Jabbu

    ..because of her crush on Keira.

  • July 24, 2007, 8:16 a.m. CST

    This has to be one of the longest goodbyes ever.

    by Shan

    Just saying.

  • July 24, 2007, 8:36 a.m. CST

    Pulp Hope!

    by fish tacos

    I've all of PP's stuff, Buzz Buzz, Heavy Liquid, Rip-Off, auto'd PP print, etc. I was wondering what he was up to these days. His stuff is unreal... pure awesome.

  • July 24, 2007, 9:24 a.m. CST

    Woohoo THB!

    by gwarwilleatyou

    I only have one of those issues listed and I've been waiting forever for some sort of collection. Please let it be so!

  • July 24, 2007, 10:15 a.m. CST

    Sounds interesting, but...

    by RenoNevada2000

    Every since I had to wait for Dave McKean to get all ten issues of CAGES out over six freaking years, I've been leary about picking up indie titles where the creator isn't really showing a track record of getting the material out in a timely, regular fashion.

  • July 24, 2007, 12:19 p.m. CST

    Paul Pope...

    by Kid Z

    ... Is the coolest muthafucka on the planet!

  • July 24, 2007, 12:34 p.m. CST

    Q. Alexandra does realize how annoying she is, right?

    by Zarles

    A. Probably not.

  • July 24, 2007, 2:18 p.m. CST

    wow this bitch must really be something

    by El Borak

    it's like the second coming or something. where is this bitch's picture? i must see this godsent vixen. if she's an heiress of anything tell her i could give two dry fucks what she thinks about comics or movies.

  • July 24, 2007, 4:44 p.m. CST

    Is this the sexist anger I've been searching for?

    by eggart

    Come my brothers, together we must build a giant wooden penis which we can use to erradicate all the thieving whores and the ugly bitches from our world. God gave it to us, not them, and we don't have to share it if we don't want to.

  • July 24, 2007, 7:49 p.m. CST


    by blackthought

    i thought i was the coolest motha on the planet.

  • July 24, 2007, 8:02 p.m. CST

    Did this TB just collapse under its own hate?

    by tonagan

    Man, it's just like Barbaro - off to a great start, then snap!

  • July 24, 2007, 9:21 p.m. CST


    by El Borak


  • July 25, 2007, 4:52 a.m. CST

    YES! Alexandra's back! Now I can throw up again!!!

    by Big Dumb Ape

    "It's like getting a blow job from a black hole. That's how much you fucking suck." I swear, here it is late at night, I was just sitting at my desk quietly, skimming the Talkback while starting to drink something, when I read that and gagged from starting to laugh so hard. Well done, Ender. Well done indeed.<p>As for Dupont, it's not that I love or hate her per se, but the hype over her at AICN has truly become vomit inducing. Seriously, raise your hands -- the moment you saw on the opening page that there was a new Dupont article posted, how many of you instantly knew that you could click on the link, at which point you'd find an article that would begin with some truly groan inducing copy like...<P>"She's back! The hottest babe with the most fuckable body that puts Brazilian supermodels to shame, who possesses a Reed Richard's-like brilliance, yet is also so rich that she only parties long and hard and for months on end with the most powerful and influential people on the Earth, which is why a gnat like you could never be worthy to lick her shoe, let alone stand in her shadow. But to be merciful, we'll let you read these latest thoughts of genius that she's now willing to impart upon you cretins, words more coveted from a goddess like her and more in demand than a new HARRY POTTER book."<p>Honestly, her (assuming Alexandra is even a real "she") reviews and opinions in films are usually pretty off or downright shitty...her pompass, self-indulgent writing style makes you want to punch your monitor...and frankly if she was all "that" in the looks department, why doesn't she have the plain simple guts to post her photo alongside an article or two?<P>Is Alexandra all that? Beats me, but I don't give a fuck. Considering my last two girlfriends WERE a hot Brazilian stripper and a blonde bombshell catalog model, I seriously doubt that Alexandra could impress me unless she really CAN suck like a black hole...

  • July 25, 2007, 6:42 a.m. CST

    And who said chivalry was dead?

    by ian216a

    Seriously, just calm down guys. That's a nice and comprehensive introduction to the THB books presented to you there. Should be informative to those unfamilar and is no more glowing than any other Paul Pope fan would have given (the ones I know, including myself are pretty steadfast). I didn't realise that that was what it took to be a "fucking cunt" these days.

  • July 25, 2007, 10:40 a.m. CST

    If I'm gay, let's build that big ol' penis anyway!

    by eggart

    Oh the times we'll share!

  • July 25, 2007, 3:05 p.m. CST

    Looks like something she would read.

    by scudd

    Please stop letting her post on this site. No one likes her.