jump to navigation

Crumb of Comfort May 28, 2012

Posted by markswill in About me, Cars and Bikes, That's Entertainment.

Grappling for the relevance or otherwise of yet another unasked for rhetoric-fest, never mind its subject matter, the best I could come up with were a few odds and sods. Still, as the highly sexualised secretary in Thomas McGuane’s latest novel exclaims after an unexpected bout of jiggery-pokery with his adolescent hero, at least it’s been “never a dull moment” since I last spewed forth. So, some random incidents, observations and travelogues…

Went to Paris last week to do some art and socialising and art apart, it’s so refreshing to visit a city that’s still motorcycle friendly: park on the pavement, ride like the devil in jeans and  t-shirt, make as much noise as you like. And plenty of girls at it, too. Great. As for the exhibs, well the Degas Nudes at the D’Orsay weren’t entirely my cuppa, but you gotta admire his draughtsmanship when the chips are down, even more so Matisse at the Pompidou which was far more impressive, especially the photographically rendered revelation that he executed dozens of versions of what he had in mind before reaching his conclusion. Spent some time at the Pomp’s permanent collection which includes some fantastic stuff, especially your Cubists, your Fauvists and your Post-Modernists, although as you traipsed through the rooms the combinations seemed to get barmier and barmier.

But the hit and main purpose of the trip was the Robert Crumb retrospective at the Musee d’Art Moderne. If you don’t know Crumb, then shame on you for he was the pre-eminent American underground comic artist of the 1960s and ‘70s whose wry exaggerations perfectly skewered the cultural conceits of those times. Having lived in their country for the past 20 years, the French have done him justice with a massive assemblage of original comic strip artwork, illustrations and indeed influences which was a true delight.

Robert Crumb woos the girl of his dreams

All his great creations were here, Mr Natural, Honeybunch Kominsky, Fritz the Cat etc., plus his entire cartoon version of the Book of Genesis published in 2009 and four years in the drawing. My only crit of a show that needed a good two hours to absorb is that the latter, a masterpiece of graphic exposition, was last on the menu by which time and despite its greatness, I was too arted-out to clock every page.

After a restorative pot of tea overlooking the Seine and Eiffel Tower – it’s a great gallery in a great location – I explored some of its permanent works which, like the Pompidou’s, were pretty impressive if somewhat arbitrarily hung. Then the return Eurostar broke down just before the chunnel eventually, and after an infuriating confusion of announcements and silences, going backwards to Lille to be shoved onto a spare for the journey home three hours later. However as compensation we were offered a free return ticket anytime in the next year: not a bad trade-off, especially as having just concluded that if you ain’t got kids or a high maintenance spouse, and thankfully I have neither, then art is the most important thing in life. And so I’m going to go and study art history in Paris, for which the gratis Eurotart tickets are a good start.

Or at least that’s what I was thinking for the final 24 hours of my visit and the first 24 after I got home. Now… well maybe not. Art is incredibly important, though, and back-to-back gallery hopping among the greats like this reminds you how transformative and uplifting it can be. It certainly, and here I should issue an Arty Bollocks Alert, consolidates the certainties that so much else in this vale of tears™ lacks. Attachments to people you’ve known for decades, or even just met, are almost as important, but they can evaporate upon an emotional whim, or a motorway pile-up, leaving you bewildered and distraught, but great art is always there.

Trouble is, I can neither paint nor sculpt and can barely string together a few words, and I think I’m a bit too old to give it all up and live in a Parisian garret whilst I try to make sense of it all for no other purpose than, well, to make sense of it all. And in the ongoing absence of any income, I think some hideously expensive dental work is a rather more pressing need.

As for writing, well I took along the new McGuane novel which, as it somewhat shockingly hasn’t found a U.K. publisher, I rather sheepishly bought online, though not I hasten to add, from Amazon.

So back to McGuane, who is for my money arguably the best living novelist, and certainly along with Richard Ford – who is published here – the best American. In a gently sardonic sentence McGuane can say more about the emotional contraptions we erect for ourselves than many writers can in a chapter or indeed, a blog, and end it with a comic punch that’ll have you laughing out loud. His writing has a sparse cadence and (more arty bollocks ahoy, I’m afraid) lack of showyness that belies its anthropological depth, and Driving on the Rim is the best of his more recent works. But if you want to start somewhere, try Panama, which I have to read at least once a year to keep sane… and teach me some humility as a scrawler.

And here I am nearing my self-imposed 1000 word maxima with so much more to spew forth – thoughts on Leveson, FarceBerk’s floatation, the Euro implosion, Waterstone’s faustian pact with Amazon and the joy of new fencing to name but a bit – but so little confidence in your continued tolerance that I’ll leave it ‘til next time.

Make a comment, check out previous blogs or subscribe to get ’em automatically via the righthand column.



1. Stephen - May 28, 2012

There is no question that France is more bike friendly than the UK. Chug along any high st on an old brit single and virtually everyone will turn around and smile. You then park it in a french way (which means anywhere really) and no one minds nor turns a hair. Parking on pavements in Paris is something else. A UK traffic warden would have apporplexy.

As the son of a prolific artist, I would agree that art is wonderful and escapist but the bills need paying.

I have a Vincent comet riding journo pal who lives in Paris. If and when you go back I am sure he would enjoy echanging observations with you if you wish.

markswill - May 28, 2012

Thanks Stephen – will let you know when cash in those return tickets.

2. Andy Tribble - May 28, 2012

I recommend you look up R Crumb’s compilation CD of his favourite music, Gay Times In Old Sekanka.

Also does the exhibition include Fat Freddie Buys a Harley? Burnt into my memory.

markswill - May 28, 2012

Sadly, Crumb didn’t do Fat Freddy (& The Fab Furry Freak Bros), that was Gilbert Shelton. But there were ALL of Crumb’s album covers in the show.

3. Gus - May 28, 2012

Oh go on !
Share your thoughts on Leveson, FarceBerk’s floatation, the Euro implosion, and Waterstone’s faustian pact with Amazon.
I bet I can out-bile you on three out of four !

markswill - May 28, 2012

Maybe you can Guys, but you’ll hav’ta wait ’til Wednesday before I’ve built up enough bile of my own.

4. WTK - May 29, 2012

First, I must apologize for being tardy in response to your email and now this blog. I just don’t have anything to say other than I enjoyed reading your work, it was insightful and of course well drafted. Actually, it was comforting, a word I don’t use often. Very enjoyable my dear friend!

markswill - May 29, 2012

Long time since anyone accused me of being “comforting” Terry… I must be getting soft in my old age. But thanks, anyway.

5. Paul Blezard - May 30, 2012

This all made me very nostalgic for Gay Paree Mark. I really must get back there ASAP. If I’d had more time, I would have diverted there from Antwerp this week, but….Paris will have to wait. Putting my pedant’s hat on, surely, it’s a self-imposed maximUM of 1,000 words, because the singular notion ‘amount’ or ‘batch’ is understood, regardless of the fact that there is more than word? And surely it’s flotation, not “floatation”, mon vieux, n’est-ce pas?! Finally, I’ve always loved the fact that the French have such a vibrant culture of bande dessinées (cartoons) in everything from Asterix to Tin Tin and a host of more adult material. Great way to learn colloquial French and improve one’s understanding of jokes and ‘jeux de mots’ too.

6. Marylou - April 13, 2013

I was curious if you ever thought of changing the structure of your site?
Its very well written; I love what youve got to say.
But maybe you could a little more in the way of
content so people could connect with it better. Youve got an awful lot of text for only having one or 2
images. Maybe you could space it out better?

markswill - April 14, 2013

Thanks for the thought, Marylou. I know I write too much, but ’tis hard to condense my tumbling thoughts into just a few paras. which is what today’s short attentions spans demand. Not always, nay, usually possible to find enough relevant images to break up the bile, otherwise I would!

7. viral optin - April 28, 2013

Very nice post. I just stumbled upon your weblog and wished to say that I
have truly enjoyed surfing around your blog posts. In any case I will be subscribing to your
rss feed and I hope you write again very

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: