Still shambling the streets of the city Nelson Algren defined, I am the Monster in a madhouse refined. Burma Shave.
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Fletcher Hanks, Fantomah, and Stardust
Well, I posted more panels of art than I expected here. Bob had reminded me that Fantomah was the work of Fletcher Hanks, as was Stardust. I was going to mention the latter in this post, along with a few others. I'll stick with just the two tonight. And it should be mentioned that Fantomah preceded Wonder Woman by a few months as the first female character in comics. Check out the bad luck of the guy she'd end up killing by being engulfed in a tidal wave.
Hanks was an alcoholic and a wife abuser, but he seemed, by all accounts, to have left his family behind in the 1930s. As Bob mentioned, he was found dead in NYC, frozen to a park bench in February of 1976. (Things have changed, but it was not uncommon to see the homeless found frozen here in Chicago during the blizzard years of the late 70s and early 80s.) There's no way to connect the dots between 1949 and 1976, but if it involved drink, I'm surprised he lived that long: he was born in 1889. Hanks did use several pseudonyms, perhaps he found work somewhere under a different guise, but his style is quite memorable. And he is violent, but that was the Golden Age's underbelly. You could get away with bondage and beheadings. Siegel & Shuster created The Spectre a few years after Superman, and he did all sorts of things to crooks, he melted them, cut them in half with scissors, you name it.
For all the names he used, Fletcher Hanks was using his own at the end of it all, at least that's who the cops identified on that park bench almost thirty years ago.
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All of the Fletcher Hanks stories are contained in my two anthologies: "I Shall Destroy All the Civilized Planets!" and "You Shall Die By YOur Own Evil Creation!". Slide over to the BONUS page of my website to read a full-length story by Hanks, the man whom R.Crumb called, "A twisted dude".
www.fletcherhanks.com
Lion, elephant, poisonous gnats, snakes, gorillas. Man, and I thought I'd had bad days.
The only artist I've ever encountered whose style resembled anything like that of Fletcher Hanks was Basil Wolverton. And of course Wolverton was an accomplished artist, whereas Hanks lacked basic talent.
Gosh, sad ending to a sad life. :-(
Geez, that top image reminds me a lot of me as either: A)my transformation at IBM from innocent-rube to mistreated-angry-passive, or, B)a picture of me before, during, and after chemo treatments. She's most definitely my new alter ego, wow. Fantomah....Jantomah, that works!
BTW, I love getting my lessons in Comic History 101 here Professor Algiers, since I missed out on all that being a little girl in the '50s and all.
:o)
These pages prove that the default mode of the universe is surrealism.
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