Maximum Minimum Wage
Writer/Artist: Bob Fingerman
Review: Will Dubbeld
Indy books, Underground Comix, Small Press, Creator-Owned.
These
are amongst the most glorious words in comicdom, right up there with
'New Comic Day' and 'Man-Thing'. Not that there's anything wrong with
the Big Two (well, there's a lot wrong, but anywho...), but there's
always a measure of satisfaction in reading a book that was squeezed out
of the heart of some guy or gal over the course of years, with endless
nights toiling in a cruddy apartment, eking out a living whilst
attempting to craft a labor of comic love.
At least that's how I envision the independent comic book creation process.
I suppose there could be some trust fund babies slinging Indy Books, but I kinda doubt it. Thus Spake Maximum Minimum Wage. Paging, once again, through Previews, I discovered a solicit for Bob
Fingerman's new Minimum Wage series. The description grabbed me
immediately and the accompanying preview art sealed the deal. The book
screamed the primal scream of a time when Fantagraphics was the premier
publisher of Indy Books and Image was slinging shoulder pads and belt
pouches.
Times, they are a changin'...
Solicited
along with the new Minimum Wage series was a plug for Maximum Minimum
Wage, an oversized hardcover collection of Fingerman's original series. I
gave it a good, long look, but ultimately didn't order the hardcover as
it was a bit on the spendy side.
Not that I balk at droppin' bills at the comic shop, but I'm trying (mostly) to be a bit more frugal.
These funnybooks ain't free, folks.
Upon reading Minimum Wage no. 1, I immediately regretted not ordering the hardcover.
The
first issue was phenomenal, a slice of life snapshot of some poor
schmuck, recently split from his wife and bemoaning his fleeting youth.
And the damn thing near demanded I read the preceding series.
Cursing
my sporadic frugality, I found a significantly cheaper copy of Maximum
Minimum Wage on the Internets and promptly ordered. Upon receipt, I devoured the book in a couple of days and was awestruck by the contents.
Minimum
Wage is a slice-of-life, semi autobiographical account of a budding
cartoonist named Rob, his mildly damaged girlfriend Sylvia, and their
potpourri of friends and coworkers in '90s New York City.
Fingerman paints us a picture of an Everyman, albeit a bit
exaggerated without delving into the fantastical. Moving in with your
girlfriend, putting up with neurotic family, friends and coworkers, and
marriage. It's a book about common, everyday occurrences presented in an
uncommon and interesting manner. The characters are evocative of those
idiot friends, those crazy exes, those asshole supervisors we all have
or have had. But it's not us, not our obnoxious Godzilla-fanboy friend
or archetypical Italian grandmother. It's a mildly oblique version of
these friends and family, in the same reality as ours, but just slightly
to the left. Much of the book is tongue in cheek humor, but Bob
Fingerman touches on some very real issues through the life of Rob, his
hapless Everyman. There is a sequence involving Rob and Sylvia and their
decision have an abortion that disturbed me more than anything I'd read
in a comic in quite a while. It wasn't a graphic depiction, it was
merely a frank discussion and emotive sequence that unsettled me. I'm
not hypersensitive when it comes to the topic of abortion, nor am I
easily shaken, but that particular chapter of Minimum Wage was so vivid,
so raw, that I was unnerved. If that was Fingerman's intention, well
done.
After that bit of gravitas...
The Art! The art in Minimum Wage is fantastic. The seemingly
simplified black-and-white line art contained some deceptively complex
pieces of background and character studies. Every so often, a background
character or passerby would be rendered with such an amount of detail,
you know it was Fingerman's landlord, his aunt, his pizza delivery boy,
or the guy who ran the
7-11 down the street from his apartment.
The character designs of the main characters are great, not overdone but
neither are they simplified to the point of monotony. The characters
reminded me stylistically of the Mission Hill animated series from some
years ago. An R-rated Mission Hill...
Bonus features, bonus features, bonus features, will you guys get your money's worth out of this book!
The
main story concludes on pg. 236. The book clocks out at pg. 384. You do
the math, but it's somewhere in the neighborhood of shitloads of
extras, and none of it felt like filler. The next hundred (100!) pages
are early stories/incarnations of Minimum Wage, followed by a cover
gallery, pin ups from Peter Bagge, Gilbert Hernandez, and some other
Indy luminaries I could name drop to be hip.
Closing out the book is some sketches, character designs, and an unused script.
Minimum Wage is a less foul Robert Crumb, a less zany Fabulous Furry
Freak Brothers, a more fanciful American Splendor, and nearly as full
of human drama and study as Strangers In Paradise. Or Omaha the Cat Dancer, but without all the graphic, anthropomorphic cat-sex.
Maximum Minimum Wage is a 384 page hardcover available from Image Comics for the worth-the-money price of $34.99. Skip
a few books from the Big Two for a couple of weeks and buy this
collection instead. You'll feel better about yourself, and Spider-Man
will still be there next week.
Plus, this book has a dust jacket and one of those fancy bookmarks that's sewn into the binding.