“You could do far worse than to build a lifetime of friendships with the people you meet in comics.
Far, far worse.” — Tom Spurgeon
I don’t really know how to write about the impact that Tom Spurgeon had on my life. The influence that he had on the development of my writing was immense and arrived at critical junctures. When I look back over the past quarter century I can see a number of moments when things might have gone differently for me, when things could have gone less well, and at so many of those points Tom was there pushing me in the proper direction. It is astounding to me that he was only a year older than me - he always seemed to be so much more mature and insightful. I’ve always been jealous of his writing, and his energy, and his commitment to get work done, and I’ve tried, as best I can, to follow his example.
You can go on Twitter today and read hundreds - maybe thousands - of people tweeting about @comicsreporter. They are all variations of the same theme: Tom was the kindest person in the comics field, he was the one who reached out to new people and used whatever influence he had to bring them into the spotlight, he was the type of generous spirit that we should work to become.
Maybe let me try to flesh out what it was like to work with him.
Tom was the first person who ever paid me to write, not just about comics, but generally. In 1994 I was a grad student in Montreal who spent too much time bantering on an online mailing list (the fabled comix@ list) in between working on term papers. One day, almost twenty-five years ago to this month, Tom sent me an email that told me I was “wasting my time” writing in a closed venue, I should write for him at The Comics Journal. He sent me the first few issues of Zero Zero and told me to write about them and I got paid a whopping penny per word. Suddenly, I was a professional writer.
Tom was an easy editor for me to work for. He was enthusiastic about my writing, rarely offered suggestions, and let me do basically anything I wanted. After that first piece ran he asked me to pitch subjects for review essays, and in that first year I wrote about Tom Hart and Megan Kelso and Debbie Drechsler, all artists that I thought deserved a much wider recognition. He let me follow my own muse with that early work.
In late-1996 I pitched him, with a friend, the idea of a monthly column about comics in Europe. The Journal had never really covered European work in a systematic manner. We workshopped the idea for a while, and in early-1997 I submitted my half of the first column. When my co-author was late with his contribution, Tom would call me every day to demand to know where the rest of the column was, becoming increasingly irate about it. On the fifth day he said “This is your column now, you’re a soloist, write next month’s column by Monday” (which is why the second Euro-Comics for Beginners column was about one book by Baru, atypical of the series). A few months later my pay rate doubled and I was added to the masthead as a columnist. He never brought up the fact that he almost fired me ever again.
It seems strange to me now, but writing Euro-Comics for Beginners paid my way through grad school. I was in an underfunded program and on a fellowship that wasn’t sufficient to pay my bills. People have asked me why those columns were always so long, and the truth was that I wrote them until they were worth $100 at two cents per word, because the extra $1,200 per year kept me afloat. It also me made me a faster writer, and a better writer. I dreaded the idea that a TCJ would come out and be filled with columns better than my own. Tom and I would talk every month about the column (usually about the art choices - I would have to FedEx my copies of the books to the office for the art director), but he rarely asked for corrections or changes. Clarifications, mostly.
I almost quit The Comics Journal under his editorship when TCJ #200 came out. I knew that this was to be a blockbuster issue, and I did a special column for it in the form of a quiz. I worked much harder on that piece than on anything else I had ever done for the magazine. I wanted to “win” that issue by writing the most talked about essay. A few days before it shipped Tom phoned me. He had just discovered that an art director had taken my essay home to work on and forgotten about it - it wasn’t going to be included, the magazine was already printed. He told me he would, of course, pay the kill fee. Then he told me he’d double it. When I still wasn’t talking to him he asked me what I wanted. I told him he should send me the Complete Crumb Comics. Two days later FedEx delivered a box of those hardcovers, along with the sketchbooks. The note read “Fuck it, it’s only Gary’s money”
My column outlived Tom’s run as editor, but not by that long. I liked a lot of the post-Tom editors at TCJ, but not as much as I had liked working with Tom. By the time we had both gone I had a job and didn’t need the two cents per word nearly as badly. I converted most of the work that I did for the magazine into the foundation of my book Unpopular Culture. Looking back, I realize that every relationship that I have with any cartoonist working in Europe stems from his decision to run my column. That column gave me the excuse to work with hundreds of cartoonists and publishers, to get the word out about their work. The funny thing is that it was the weirdest possible column. Almost unthinkable. Tom let me write five or six thousand words per month about comics that weren’t even in translation - comics that were completely unavailable to most of his readership. Why would any sane editor do that? Well, Tom was just really, really personally curious about what was going on in Europe, and he thought other people should be as well.
Just yesterday I saw that Yvan Alagbé’s Yellow Negroes and Other Imaginary Creatures made the AV Club’s list of best comics of the 2010s. Tom let me write on Alagbé in 1998, twenty years before his breakthrough on this side of the Atlantic.
After I quit The Comics Journal and Tom had made a success of The Comics Reporter website I became anxious to return to writing about comics in a less demanding form. I emailed him from the Angoulême Festival one year in the early-2000s to ask his advice about blogging: how hard was it? How technical is it? He said that I should just send articles to him for a while to get used to it, then, he suggested, we would work on an online feud (we were both fans of professional wrestling) and I would split off to my own site, and the feud would drive traffic to both sites. This was, I thought, an excellent plan. I ended up writing for him on and off for the next decade or so and he kept the archive of that writing as a sidebar on the site for far longer than it deserved (indeed, my name is still there).
This was the type of person Tom was: when The Comics Reporter won its first Eisner in 2010, Tom phoned me from San Diego to thank me for winning him an Eisner. I noted, correctly, that I contributed about half of one per cent of the content on that site and deserved none of the acclaim, but he said he was going to send me the trophy. He won a few more times over the years, and when he decided to decline further nominations he checked with me first, even though I was barely a part of the site at the time. “I just don’t want to turn down your Eisner,” he said. I told him, well, you still haven’t actually sent me the trophy, so you might as well. He said he had a bunch that he had collected for other people over the years and that maybe he’d send me one of those. I think he was going to send me a Chris Ware Best Lettering Eisner, but I never got that either.
Over the past few years Tom and I would talk by phone a lot less often. He would phone me if there was a major Euro-Comics story and I would give him background. We developed some mutual enemies that way. On the morning of the Charlie Hebdo massacre he was the one who broke the news to me, and he told me that he was referring all of his interview requests to me. Tom never wanted to be known as the expert, he wanted to facilitate expertise. He knew everyone, and he liked most everyone. One of my favourite nights at TCAF was simply sitting with him for about eight hours in the Marriott bar because everyone would come sit at our table for a while to talk to him. I think he pitched three different books for me that night with the line “You should get Bart to write a book about that for you. He’s your guy”.
That’s how it was with me and Tom - I would always just be happy to stand beside him and watch him talk to people. He was so generous with his time. He wanted people to have opportunities. He was never really someone that you could get gossip out of, because he never really seemed interested in tearing other people down. He wanted to build up the whole community. And that’s what he did.
If you didn’t know Tom, and didn’t get to work with Tom, and you want to understand him, I’m going to suggest you read the Christmas Carol run of Wildwood that he wrote in 2001 with Dan Wright. Notice the way that every character in this tragically short-lived strip has a unique voice, and how, even in the confines of the gag strip, they have strong personalities. Tom was a great comic writer because he listened to people and he cared about people, both are traits that you can see in his work. He was a Pastor Bobo figure putting people together and trusting them to do their best work. I’m eternally grateful that he reached out to a mouthy grad student on a mailing list and said “you can be better”. I try.