Our Russian, based on another artist, shows up for the first time. And the first hints of the Peach, unlike his brother Erwin, enjoying the blessing of a leaf-grinder stomach. Until about issue 19, when illness and age start catching up with him. Just the usual mechanical problems we all run into.
I’ve got one of those leaf-grinder stomachs, but I don’t kid myself it’s going to last forever! And since I’m an Art Witch — whatever I publish comes true, sooner or later — I’ve let myself in for it with what I did to my main character.
If you wonder why I can do this to my characters, remember that to me they’re actors. the nastier I am to them, the higher scale they get paid. They have a union; I’m just managment. They wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me things. One audience favorite said how he was going to die. I told him, “You’re going to get me lynched!” I will admit that I danced around it like a cat around a bowl of hot porridge, in Bread and Swans. You can get away with more in prose because you can just hint at it, or at least more easily. Drawn books are pretty naked.
I read this one in the “Desert Peach vol. 1″, and really laughed and loved how you worked the “Rommel’s” temper! XD What I found so cute is that The Peach wont drink his favorite kind of beer at a local pub, but he would in privacy. It’s it something of a status?
Well, we all have our little prejudices about what we let people see us do in public. There isn’t really any stigma placed on Bock, especially for a Swabian like the Peach. I was having fun with it. I wonder if Cliff’s Comic World is still around?