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The story of the rise and fall of those comic books has never been fully told -- until The Ten-Cent Plague . David Hajdu's remarkable new book vividly opens up the lost world of comic books, its creativity, irreverence, and suspicion of authority.
In the years between World War II and the emergence of television as a mass medium, American popular culture as we know it was first created--in the pulpy, boldly illustrated pages of comic books. No sooner had this new culture emerged than it was beaten down by church groups, community bluestockings, and a McCarthyish Congress--only to resurface with a crooked smile on its face in Mad magazine.
When we picture the 1950s, we hear the sound of early rock and roll. The Ten-Cent Plague shows how -- years before music -- comics brought on a clash between children and their parents, between prewar and postwar standards. Created by outsiders from the tenements, garish, shameless, and often shocking, comics spoke to young people and provided the guardians of mainstream culture with a big target. Parents, teachers, and complicit kids burned comics in public bonfires. Cities passed laws to outlaw comics. Congress took action with televised hearings that nearly destroyed the careers of hundreds of artists and writers.
The Ten-Cent Plague radically revises common notions of popular culture, the generation gap, and the divide between "high" and "low" art. As he did with the lives of Billy Strayhorn and Duke Ellington (in Lush Life ) and Bob Dylan and his circle (in Positively 4th Street ), Hajdu brings a place, a time, and a milieu unforgettably back to life.
Reviews (5)
Publisher's Weekly Review
After writing about the folk scene of the early 1960s in Positively 4th Street, Hajdu goes back a decade to examine the censorship debate over comic books, casting the controversy as a prelude to the cultural battle over rock music. Fredric Wertham's Seduction of the Innocent, the centerpiece of the movement, has been reduced in public memory to a joke-particularly the attack on Batman for its homoeroticism-but Hajdu brings a more nuanced telling of Wertham's background and shows how his arguments were preceded by others. Yet he comes down hard on the unsound research techniques and sweeping generalizations that led Wertham to conclude that nearly all comic books would inspire antisocial behavior in young readers. There are no real heroes here, only villains and victims; Hajdu turns to the writers and artists whose careers were ruined when censorship and other legal restrictions gutted the comics industry, and young kids who were coerced into participating in book burnings by overzealous parents and teachers. With such a meticulous setup, the history builds slowly but the main attraction-EC Comics publisher Bill Gaines's attempt to explain in a Senate committee hearing how an illustration of a man holding a severed head could be in "good taste"-holds all the dramatic power it has acquired as it's been told among fans over the past half-century. (Mar.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved
Booklist Review
The movies and rock 'n' roll have had brushes with censorship, but the comic-book industry was nearly wiped out in the 1950s by do-gooders concerned about their hypothesized detrimental effects on young readers. As Hajdu shows, comics were controversial right from their turn-of-the-century origins in newspapers, but the post-World War II development of lurid crime comic books depicting the exploits of violent gangsters aroused virulent opposition that intensified with the medium's next step gruesome horror titles. The latter became the target of newspaper crusades, the psychiatric establishment (led by Frederic Wertham, whose 1954 screed Seduction of the Innocent became a bestseller), congressional hearings, and censorship boards in more than 50 cities. The industry, a refuge for ethnic minorities and other outsiders who reveled in the freedoms gained by working under the radar of adult audiences, survived only through self-regulation in the form of a Comics Code that stripped comics of much vitality. As a telling coda, Hajdu appends a list of nearly 900 creators who, after the crackdown, never worked in comics again.--Flagg, Gordon Copyright 2008 Booklist
New York Review of Books Review
A history of America's midcentury war against the comics industry. MY first hallucinatory experience had nothing to do with drugs, unless you consider comic books to be a form of drug. On a spring morning in 1953, I strolled into Mrs. Shelburne's sixthgrade classroom at the Mark Twain School and spotted a classmate covertly flipping through a Superman comic. Only it wasn't quite Superman. Not the Man of Steel I idolized, but a grinning thugimposter in red cape and blue tights, gutpunching a helpless geezer on crutches as his false teeth flew out and a mob of citizens cheered, and a babe far leggier and bustier than Lois Lane leered her approval. The monster's name bulged in thick red letters atop the panel: Superduperman. My goodguy stomach rolled. Everything stretched and went slantwise; a parallel universe yawed open, like jaws, and threatened to suck me inside. Then Mrs. Shelburne waddled into class; the kid stowed the comic; the jaws evaporated. Too soon, I realized dizzily. Wait! I wanted in! This shockbaptismal of my grade school self into the new houseofmirrors comic that was Mad (it was the magazine's fourth issue I'd glimpsed) reinforces several themes in David Hajdu's "TenCent Plague." It suggests how deeply the comics had implanted themselves in kidhood consciousness in only their second decade as a normative popcultural universe; how shocking and yet irresistible we found each new and more subversive permutation; and how recklessly indifferent to adult America's ever hardening hostility were the wild misfit artists who, even as I buckled under Superduperman's (and Lois's) seditious antics, were dancing into the flames of selfdestruction. Flames, quite literally. As in book burnings, comicbook burnings. My pals and I were mostly clueless that our dimes were supporting an industry that, virtually from its inception, had driven to hysteria the reallife defenders of the American Way. Comics were "furnishing a prefascist pattern for the youth of America," a critic fumed in 1941; another, as World War II drew toward a close, declared that in the derringdo of these socalled superheroes, the "vigilante spirit is rife; ... the Gestapo method is glorified." Fighting fascism on the homefront by building book bonfires is among the halfforgotten travesties of our yeasty paranoid style in America; an irony that beggars the tepid limits of those naughty Mad satirists. The meticulously researched evidence of how easily America can be gulled into trashing its defining ideals in the name of Americanism as if we needed any reminders are among the highlights of Hajdu's book. The comics' impact on American life is an inexhaustibly fascinating topic which is probably why it has nearly been exhausted as a topic. Hajdu, the author of the wellreceived "Positively 4th Street" is but partly successful at making it fresh again. As his subtitle suggests, Hajdu intends to establish the transformative impact of comics on society. This is a wellworn path, and one that his own evidence stubbornly proves to be headed in diametrically the wrong direction. It was society that again and again transformed the comics; it was society, represented by churches, reformers and the United States Congress, that sought to all but eradicate the comics from the cultural landscape. America's exploding youth population was hungry for a cultural referent of its own when comic books came along (in 1933, 1934 or 1937, depending on how one defines the form). It was the kids, not the surprised writers and illustrators, who decided the comics spoke to their repressed outlaw souls. (In 1948 alone, 80 million to 100 million comic books sold each month.) Moreover, as Hajdu's exhaustive reportage makes clear, "the comics" were repeatedly transformed by the shifting concerns (and anxieties) of their host nation. At the same time that censorious authorities labored to make their very name synonymous with deviancy and macabre trash, comic books proliferated in countless genres, from zany clowns and cute ghosts to biblical characters to the creepy CryptKeeper and the VaultKeeper, as their creators searched for responsive chords within the booming youth market. Even their dominant motifs shifted with the prevailing winds: from the primitive noirish panels of the '30s to the superheroesasantiAxis superpatriots of the war years, to the violent crimebusters of the late '40s, to the weepy romance heroines who replaced the outoffavor tough guys, to horror and sciencefiction monsters as America's postwar paranoia deepened, and then on to Mad and its imitators as a hipster subculture began to bubble up from the depths of the repressed '50s. Let us not even get started on Donald Duck. Hajdu clearly cherishes "the great comicbook scare." He reveres the blunt streetlevel expressiveness of the immigrants, the lowerclass urban Jews and the other societal fugitives who poured their raw passions into their new jazzlike idiom; and he likewise respects that idiom's neglected aspirations to high art. He illuminates such idealists as Arnold Drake and Leslie Waller, two aspiring novelists who thought of comics as "picture novels" a quartercentury before the concept became a vogue. "The attitude was, for an adult to read a comic book was a mark of ignorance," Drake tells him." But Les and I knew we were geniuses, so we thought we would simply change the world." The pioneering artist/publisher Will Eisner had used similar language in 1941. It was not to be. The forces of offended decency hovered over comic books virtually from their inception. A bluenosed literary journalist in Chicago, wonderfully named Sterling North, attacked the genre in May 1940, in his essay "A National Disgrace (And a Challenge to American Parents)." North condemned the "poisonous mushroom growth" of "color 'comic' magazines" over the previous two years. Not even the nebula of superheroes was exempt; in fact, Superman and his caped colleagues were nothing more than sadists and bullying vigilantes. World War II drained off much of the reformers' energy and attention. But at the dawn of the jittery 1950s just when comics sales were peaking at (according to one estimate) a billion copies a year the reformers remobilized and pounced. In 1954 a new prophet of doom, the selfpromoting psychiatrist Fredric Wertham, published "Seduction of the Innocent: The Influence of Comic Books on Today's Youth." Dovetailing with the antifascist/ protofascist wave of comicbook bonfires around the country, and with the spread of censorship boards and arrests of newsdealers in towns and cities, Wertham's intellectually shoddy book dwarfed "A National Disgrace" in its influence. "I think Hitler was a beginner compared to the comicbook industry," Wertham suavely remarked, even as his jingoism prompted urban police forces, churches and eventually Congress to join the chanting burners and cripple a flourishing industry, ruin the livelihoods of hundreds of artists and demonstrate (not for the last time) how fragile are the integuments of American democracy. A frustrating obstacle to full readerly engagement in "The TenCent Plague" is Hajdu's otherwise touching affection for the men and women who wrote and drew the comic books. He seeks to memorialize them all thousandodd of them, individually, it sometimes seems, by emptying his notebook of their names, soundbite quotations and thumbnail descriptions: their pencil mustaches, cigars, derby hats, pageboy cuts and pet monkeys. This is kind, but it clogs the narrative and diffuses the attention owed the giants like Eisner; Jerry Iger; M.C. Gaines and his son, Bill; and the illstarred cocreators of "Superman," Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster, who prematurely sold their copyright on the greatest comic character of them all. That said, "The TenCent Plague" is a worthy addition to the canon of comicbook literature: a super effort, if not a superduper one. Ron Powers is a frequent contributor to the Book Review.
Kirkus Review
What happened when Americans discovered what their children were reading between luridly colored covers. "The panic over comic books falls somewhere between the Red Scare and the frenzy over UFOs among the pathologies of postwar America," writes Hajdu (Positively 4th Street: The Lives and Times of Joan Baez, Bob Dylan, Mimi Baez Fari¿a, and Richard Fari¿a, 2001, etc.). The road that led from opportunistic moralists through a newly militarized and nationalistic society to paper bonfires was swiftly traveled during the 1950s, according to this sobering history. Hajdu begins by laying out the exponential growth of the comics industry in the early 20th century, covering some admittedly well-traveled territory with aplomb. A thick network of improbably talented and productive artists, writers and money men worked at dizzying speed, and outrage was nearly always snapping at their heels. Twice it seemed the industry was about to be submerged by a wave of indignation--pre-1917 moral watchdogs decried crude Sunday funnies for distracting the lower classes from the Sabbath; their 1930s counterparts critiqued Superman as a proto-Nazi authoritarian--but world wars intervened to divert people's attention. The 1950s, however, were a different story. Superheroes had been shoved to the side in a fickle marketplace by lurid crime and horror pulps. By the end of 1954, with McCarthy on the wane and no great national crisis to absorb a country accustomed to witch hunts, scolds quickly whipped up an outcry over comics, quoting so-called experts who linked them (with no evidence) to a perceived growth in juvenile delinquency. A wave of Senate hearings and outraged editorials led to an ugly coast-to-coast parade of comic-book burnings and the end of a popular art form. Half the comics on newsstands disappeared between 1954 and '56; five major publishers folded. An ugly and hysterical episode in American history, vividly rendered by a dogged student of the era. Copyright ©Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
Library Journal Review
Tarnish still lingers on the graphic narrative from anticomics crusades peaking in the 1950s. Remembering the past will hopefully prevent a replay, and this detailed history by Hajdu (Positively Fourth Street: The Lives and Times of Joan Baez, Bob Dylan, Mimi Baez Farina, and Richard Farina) fills the bill admirably as a prompt. Several trends powered the crusades: a bright and talented but ignored out-class working in comics, a rising youth culture before television and rock music, a national Cold War witch-hunt mentality, and the prewar intelligentsia's desire to retain their cultural hegemony over all ages and ethnicities. Comics took serious critical heat as early as 1906, but it was the escalation of crime and horror comics in the 1940s and 1950s that became linked to "juvenile delinquency" (especially by psychiatrist Fredric Wertham) and led to legislation, book burnings, the Comics Code Authority, and the evisceration of the industry, with hundreds of people put out of work. Hajdu documents this painful, fascinating story and includes over 80 pages of notes and sources. Highly recommended for all public and academic libraries. See also Pulp Demons: International Dimensions of the Postwar Anti-Comics Campaign, edited by John Lent, for reverberations around the world, and Bart Beaty's Fredric Wertham and the Critique of Mass Culture. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 11/15/07.]--M.C. (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.