Visual innovation meets emotional exhaustion in Chris Ware’s Rusty Brown

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Visual innovation meets emotional exhaustion in Chris Ware’s Rusty Brown
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Reading a Chris Ware graphic novel means committing to a cycle of excitement and fatigue. I’m weary before even taking off Rusty Brown’s plastic shrink wrap, knowing that this brick of a book will be jam-packed with tiny panels chronicling life’s never-ending stream of disappointments. But then the plastic is ripped away and the excitement sets in. Ooh, there’s a two-way foldable strip along the side of the dust jacket with teasers and little activities! That’s cool! Wait, the entire dust jacket unfolds? There are four different dust jacket configurations? This is going to be fun! Then I dive in, and it’s page after page of childhood trauma and the creative, professional, and sexual frustrations of adults. The subject matter is far from fun but the creative choices are invigorating, driving the book’s momentum to prevent it from becoming a miserable slog.

The thrill of Ware’s innovative graphic storytelling always has a comedown, typically via a gut punch that reinforces a character’s isolation or despair. This feeling in the reader echoes what these characters experience as they are enthused by life’s opportunities and crushed by inevitable failure. A romantic encounter turns into a destructive pattern of sexual manipulation. A lucrative business proposition leads to financial ruin. For Ware, the high of graphic experimentation hooks people, then he drags them through the dirt of existence.

The narrative content on its own is heavy, but when paired with Ware’s intricately designed artwork, Rusty Brown becomes flat-out overwhelming. Reading a 351-page Chris Ware graphic novel won’t take me as long as reading a prose novel of the same length, but it can feel like an even bigger commitment because there’s so much happening on each page.

In graphic novels, every page turn brings a new wave of visual stimuli that hits before the text. Layouts, panel compositions, coloring, and lettering are all changing, adding new layers that give creators more authority over the reader’s interpretation of the story. There’s always a reorientation that occurs when you turn the page and immediately encounter new visual information. And with Chris Ware, you are getting a lot of information.

Rusty Brown contains four interconnected stories, each one expanding the scope of the narrative. The first introduces the main cast of characters by focusing on a single day at an Omaha school in the ’70s, following a brother/sister pair of new students as they meet their classmates and teachers. The book then flashes back to explore the life of one of their teachers, William Brown, detailing the young adult heartbreak that inspired him to become a sci-fi writer. Teenage bully Jordan Lint gets the most comprehensive narrative, tracing his entire life from birth to death through visuals that ingeniously depict his mental development over time. This first book (of two) ends with a spotlight on Joanne Cole, a Black teacher at a predominantly white school who cares for her elderly mother and laments being pulled out of the classroom to do administrative work. Joanne is the only adult lead who can be considered a decent, compassionate person, making her humiliations and rejections all the more dispiriting.

Created over the course of 18 years and published in increments across various publications, Rusty Brown deepens as Ware’s storytelling priorities change over time. For most of the first three stories, Ware focuses on desperately horny straight white men, a fascination for many alt-comics pioneers. The introduction has two male teachers who leer at their underage female students, and the titular character’s infatuation with his Supergirl toy is tied to the mysterious feeling he gets in his groin when he plays with it. William Brown becomes obsessed with his female coworker after losing his virginity to her, stalks her until she pays him to stay away, and continues to lust over other women after getting married and starting a family.

Jordan Lint regularly torpedoes his life in search of the next high, advancing from bullying to sex to drugs to corporate crime. He’s a despicable character, but Ware creates sympathy for him by tracing how his life was shaped by traumatic circumstances. The opening 16 pages of Jordan’s story, originally published in the anthology The Book Of Other People, edited by Zadie Smith, is a high point in Ware’s career, breaking from naturalism for an abstract breakdown of human development from birth to adulthood. The first moments of consciousness are depicted with simple geometric shapes, which gain more form as baby Jordan takes in the world.

Language is presented as sequences of empty boxes, indicating that Jordan recognizes a sound is happening but doesn’t have the vocabulary to interpret it. The first word he recognizes is his name, but that moment of joy is quickly replaced by panic when he hears his name shouted in anger for the first time after he watches himself defecate on the floor. Just as he’s beginning to delineate identities, he witnesses his father hit his mother, creating the first feelings of resentment that will eventually poison Jordan’s life. As his awareness expands, Ware’s visual storytelling changes. The simplicity of childhood is replaced by the complexity of adolescence, where Jordan’s internal monologue is presented with gigantic block letters.

In Jordan’s story, Ware pushes his boundaries the furthest, and toward the end, he embraces a completely different visual style for a deeply upsetting sequence where Jordan reads his gay son’s memoir. Ware presents the excerpt with scratchy, wild art reminiscent of Gary Panter’s uninhibited work, and changes the orientation of the page to accentuate what a major moment this is for the now elderly Jordan, who recalls a moment of such severe guilt that he had buried it away. We experience the son’s memory through Jordan’s interpretation, which reveals a monstrous side of himself with which he cannot reckon. He’s an apathetic bully until the end, choosing to fight his son’s claims rather than atone for his sins.

With the final segment, Ware makes a drastic shift by focusing on a Black woman’s experience in the environments we previously saw through a white male perspective. Larger sociopolitical issues are touched on in earlier stories, but with Joanne, Ware focuses on systemic problems like racism and misogyny as he recounts her uphill battle to become a respected teacher at her school. Joanne is spat on when she walks through her college campus. She’s treated like a prostitute in the white neighborhood where she teaches. She’s the most senior, hardest-working employee at her school, but still makes less money than her white male coworkers. Joanne also carries trauma inherited from her mother, who grew up in the Jim Crow-era South.

All of these histories overlap on a page that shows Joanne paying one of her mother’s bills, an act that takes her back to when she was a child hearing tales of the past from her mother. Along the bottom of the page, full-color images of the mother’s memories are mixed with Joanne’s pale blue mental images. At first, Joanne imagines the carefree lifestyle of her mother’s youth when she thinks about playing along the river, sleeping under trees, and cooking up the fish she caught. But then comes the work in the cotton fields and lugging giant bags of cotton for a single coin.

Joanne’s story is the best example of how Ware uses the little things in life to get to the core of relationships. Licking the bill envelope sends Joanne on a journey into her own past as well as her mother’s, giving the reader valuable context for their complicated present-day relationship. This is an especially important relationship to establish given the ending of Joanne’s story, which leaves readers with a completely unexpected feeling: hope.

This Wednesday, the MacArthur Foundation announced the recipients of its 2019 “genius” grants, a group of 26 individuals that includes comic book icon Lynda Barry. A strip from Barry’s What It Is popped up in the wave of online praise, a comic that concisely describes the appeal of cartoonists like Ware who focus on the minutiae of everyday life. “The ordinary is extraordinary,” writes Barry. “The ordinary is the thing we want back when someone we love dies. When someone dies or leaves or falls out of love with us. We call it ‘little things.’ We say, ‘It’s the little things I miss the most.’ The ordinary things.”

Barry had a huge effect on Ware, who told the Chicago Tribune in 2008, “I say with absolute conviction that, just as Charles Schulz created the first sympathetic cartoon character in Charlie Brown, Lynda was the first cartoonist to write fiction from the inside out—she trusted herself to close her eyes and dive down within herself and see what she came up with. We’d still be trying to find ways into stories with pictures if she hadn’t.” It’s this interior excavation that makes Ware’s comics so powerful and so draining.

21 Comments

  • augustintrebuchon-av says:

    I was looking forward to reading the article, sadly the spoiler warning means I did not.Chris Ware is a genius, and more people need to discover his work. Maybe a spoiler-free article would mean more people would do so, and yet still be fresh when they’re moved to buy the book.

    • michaeljordanstoupee-av says:

      “Chris Ware is a genius, and more people need to discover his work. Maybe a spoiler-free article would mean more people would do so,”That first part DEFINITELY isn’t true, but it’s the rest of it that is infuriatingly stupid, so let’s rip THAT bit to shreds.You claim, with ZERO evidence that more people need to discover this puds work, but then claim that the ONLY way to do so is with an article that tells ABSOLUTELY NOTHING about said pud or what he does/creates?How the FUCK is that gonna draw ANYONE in?“ZOMG!!! YOU GUYS!!!! THERE’S LIKE THIS TOOOOTALLY AWESOME PERSON WHO DOES THIS TOTALLLLY RAD THING AND YOU HAVE TO SPEND ALL THJIS MONEY ON IT AND AND LOVE IT AS MUCH AS I DO!!!!”“Uh, yeah, sure thing. Question. Just what the fuck are you on about? Why can’t you tell me ANYTHING about this person or what they do? Is it because they make snuff films? This is one of those snuff films isn’t it?”“No. ZOMG!!! Why are you so judgemental? If I told you anything about the person or the thing it will be RUINED. God. Do you know about spoilers?”

      • chris-finch-av says:

        Well you’ve certainly established yourself as an expert on intelligence.You do realize there’s a difference between a spoiler-free review and one which completely obfuscates all details about the work, right?

        • michaeljordanstoupee-av says:

          No there isn’t.The title of a book/tv show/play/album/song/movie is a spoiler.The names of actors or the musical artists are spoilers.The name of the studio is a spoiler.The names of EVERYONE involved with the project on ANY WAY are spoilers.

          • chris-finch-av says:

            Either you’re being massively sarcastic or the fact that you’re frequenting a movie/book/music review site and engaging with “spoilers” of every type you just described must be tearing you apart.

          • michaeljordanstoupee-av says:

            No, because I’m an adult I don’t spazz and throw a spittle flying from my mouth pound my fists on the floor hissy fit because some plot point in a book/movie/porno/tv show or WHATEVER isn’t in a spoiler box or has a warning that there are spoilers ahead.If your life is so damaged/destroyed/injured/traumatized/triggered because some type of art/popular culture was RUINED because someone somehow ‘spoiled’ some part of it you are a pathetic loser who needs to see a therapist 5 times a week.It is EXTREMELY troubling and disturbing that more people have gone apeshit over things being spoiled in the recent Avengers movie than give ANY shit about what is going on in Honk Kong where ACTUAL REAL PEOPLE ARE INVOLVED.

          • chris-finch-av says:

            You do realize you’re the one having the hissy fit meltdown here, yeah?

          • michaeljordanstoupee-av says:

            We’re her, we’re QUEER, we’re not going skiing!We’re here, we’re QUEER we’re not going skiing!!!!

    • edkedfromavc-av says:

      Don’t sweat it, man; you’re not obligated to respect the response of anyone who caps-yells at you that much.

    • captainbubb-av says:

      I wasn’t familiar with Chris Ware, read this article despite the spoiler warning, and am now intrigued and want to seek out this book. This piece is still fairly vague on plot points. It was the descriptions of the art and pages presented here that stuck with me.

      • augustintrebuchon-av says:

        I’m glad the spoilers didn’t spoil things then :-)I hope you will read the book, and I really hope you’ll enjoy it. Ware is really worth reading, but he’s a bit of an acquired taste, I’ll be the first to admit that!

  • stotm-av says:

    Can someone tell me how much of this book is new material, and how much was previously published in Acme Novelty Library? The only thing that sounds new is the Joanne story. I’m still going to get it eventually, but I’d like to know how urgent it is. 

    • kingkookie-av says:

      I thumbed through it at SPX a few weekends ago and it was mostly things I had seen before.

    • derrabbi-av says:

      Flipping thru it is seems 60/70% was in those past Acme editions. Just a casual flip thru though.

      • chris-finch-av says:

        Thanks for that; it’s been near impossible to find an indication of whether there’s new material here. I’ve thankfully held off on purchasing any of the Acme Libraries and just kept up with Rusty via library copies, but the presence of new material definitely slides this from “buy sometime” to “buy now” for this cat.

    • derrabbi-av says:

      I had to make a similar call on the new Kevin Huizenga book which is basically the last 6 issues of Ganges plus just a few pages. I mean I have the $24 to buy it just don’t want stuff piling up in my house any more than it already is.

  • bashbash99-av says:

    To each his own, but after reading Jimmy Corrigan I walked away feeling like this guy was extremely overrated. Visually inventive but storywise i just feel like there’s not much there, there. Guess if you want to feel depressed its good reading.Cool that he’s coming up with a volume that has, according to the poster below, about 60-70% reprinted material.

    • 2lines1shape-av says:

      Does it seem to anyone else that Chris Ware keeps telling the exact same story over and over: “Miserable person suffers and grows old” in the exact same way: gorgeous designs highlighting the minutia of said miserable person’s life.I’m not sure one can even say he’s interested in the deep dive into people, since he only seems to be interested in the parts where they’re unhappy, or at the very least, where he thinks they should be unhappy, but are either too meek or dumb to admit it and be properly miserable.
      Imagine if Ware took his considerable storytelling and design skills and put them to a different story for once. Without sacrificing style, his work would fit perfectly into a drawing room murder mystery, or a hard Neal Stephenson-style science fiction novel, or a riotous Shakespearean farce. He just doesn’t seem interested in anything but

      • bashbash99-av says:

        that’s pretty much exactly how i feel. very talented artist especially in terms of layouts, but seems to apply his talents to stories that are dreary and not all that interesting (imo). would be interesting to see him tackle something more upbeat but obviously thats up to him.  otoh i’m sure there are any number of other artists influenced by his style, so that’s a plus.

  • perversion1-av says:

    I am not into comics, but have been into Chris Ware since the early ‘90s when his stuff was published in full color, full page spreads in New City (Chicago at-weekly), and then later in the decade in the Chicago Reader. Have the Jimmy Corrigan book, Building Stories, and some of his stuff in other sources. I might still have some of the original comic panels clipped and saved from the two at-weeklies mentioned above. Never found him or his stuff dull.  I think on some level he taps into the weariness/malaise/profound existential sadness that a lot of people having come of age in this particular time, feel. 

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