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Signing Tour Diary

September 10th Wednesday

On the way to his job mapping the brain Joe takes me to The Military Bookman, where despite the service I find a book I’d been searching after for years: "Railways and War since 1917." All right, I know you’re not impressed but I was pretty excited! Alone I brave the New York Subway (it’s a very good system) to meet my travelling companions at D.C. Comics on Time Square for lunch with some editors from D.C. and several cartoonists including Ivan Velez. (Time Square itself is something appalling, crowded with tourists, garish and dripping with tasteless glamour. I loathed it.) Briefly tour the offices of Vertigo, say hello to a couple of editors. I notice the editors tend to decorate their offices with comics paraphernalia from hipper, alternative comics they don’t actually publish, like a Bone Red Dragoon miniature on one desk. Ivan tells me that the fact I’m wearing shorts past Labour Day in New York betrays the fact I am a tourist, if the camera and my gormless expression hadn’t already done so. I had no idea the dress code was so strict. There’s some black people in Times Square dressed like Bedouin from Lawrence Of Arabia, claiming to be the true Jews, the chosen people and Aids is "God’s punishment for homosexuals". They’re horrid but people just laugh at them.

Insane "Chosen People" on Times Square preach the word.

We make it to St.Marks Comics slightly late; the shop is a small walk down and crammed with comics from floor to ceiling. We sit behind a tiny table as the readers arrive, get a fairly good crowd I thought. It seems that I’ve got a reputation as a anarchist cartoonist, certainly political, judging from the folks who come to see me in particular. It’s not surprising, after all, anyone in America left of Pat Buchanan is likely to be labeled an anarchist. (Personally, I find anarchy an appealingly romantic notion without a hope in the real world.) Studious looking college professor types mostly with a tendency to mumble. My old right-wing-we-never-agree-on-anything-but-get-along-famously pal "Gunner" Michael Graham from Staten Island drops in to say hello. If you’ve ever wondered what a signing is like it’s mostly chatting with readers, signing books and doing sketches for fans. I drew a Wobblie at one reader’s request. This time we leave the business of selling the actual comics up to the store. Afterwards we go back to the Pierces for repacking and… Japanese curry! We are leaving New York far too quickly, I want to go back soon.

St.Marks comics-if you look closely at the window theres a Big Thing #1!

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