From my recent blog post on the on-going reaction to DC’s reboot this autumn:
It’s quite hilarious really. DC says its reboot is about getting new readers for a shrinking market, and all it does is chase after the mythical boy reader that it’s been courting to years, which research has shown is increasingly disenchanted by what DC is offering.
This is the kind of uninspired strategy that comes out of the mouths of movie executives, which should point to the fact that DC is really at the beck and call of Warner Bros, and is part of a media conglomerate which has a track record of ignoring and marginalising women and minorities.
It’s the DC Mad Hatter tea party. They call for change and everyone moves around the table but nobody new is invited.
They’re feasting off the same stale crumbs and dank tea.
The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it: ‘No room! No room!’ they cried out when they saw Alice coming. ‘There’s plenty of room!’ said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table.
‘Have some wine,’ the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. ‘I don’t see any wine,’ she remarked.
‘There isn’t any,’ said the March Hare.
‘Then it wasn’t very civil of you to offer it,’ said Alice angrily.
‘It wasn’t very civil of you to sit down without being invited,’ said the March Hare.
‘I didn’t know it was your table,’ said Alice; ‘it’s laid for a great many more than three.’
In this decayed hole among the mountains In the faint moonlight, the grass is singing Over the tumbled graves, about the chapel There is the empty chapel, only the wind’s home It has no windows, and the door swings Dry bones can harm no one Only a cock stood on the rooftree Co co rico co co rico In a flash of lightning. Then a damp gust Bringing rain
Ganga was sunken, and the limp leaves Waited for rain, while the black clouds Gathered far distant, over Himavant The jungle crouched, humped in silence Then spoke the thunder DA Datta: what have we given? My friend, blood shaking my heart The awful daring of a moment’s surrender Which an age of prudence can never retract By this, and this only, we have existed Which is not to be found in our obituaries Or in memories draped by the beneficent spider Or under seals broken by the lean solicitor In our empty rooms DA Dayadhvam: I have heard the key Turn in the door once and turn once only We think of the key, each in his prison Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison Only at nightfall, aetherial rumours Revive for a moment a broken Coriolanus DA Damyata: The boat responded Gaily, to the hand expert with sail and oar The sea was calm, your heart would have responded Gaily, when invited, beating obedient To controlling hands
Here’s a snippet from my blog post looking at the number of women creators on the forthcoming DC relaunch:
What’s shocking is the lack of women creators on the titles. Bleeding Cool has done the gendercrunching on the numbers. There are 160 credited creators on the 52 titles, of which 157 are male and 3 are female.
The three is actually two. Gail Simone is the writer on two projects (she’s co-writing one of them) and Jenny Frison is doing one of the covers. No female artists are being employed for interior art. There might yet be women colourists and letterers, but usually those names are not featured on the covers of comic books.
Last night Gail Simone tweeted: “DC, we need more female creators, stat. Really. Let’s make this happen.” (Bleeding Cool has put her tweeted conversation online).
It’s good for Gail to go to bat for women in comics – especially as she’s working for DC. I found it interesting that some people took umbrage at her remark. As if her statement was a call for an easy ride for women. Women are not absent in the industry, but they are incredibly scarce in DC (and Marvel doesn’t fare much better most of the time).
The statistics are frankly embarrassing for any industry in the 21st century.