A review of a review.
This is Ayo talking about Aya. I know it’s confusing.
Caitlin Hu wrote a review of the first Aya graphic novel:
(avoid the comments as there are major spoilers for the Aya extended series)
This is a pretty terrible way to read books. Aya’s author, Marguerite Abouet wrote this series of books based on her life and observations in Ivory Coast. Caitlin Hu diminishes Abouet’s story by referring to it as “heterosex” and “problematic” with only a vague sense of justification based on a notion that Aya isn’t Hu’s ideal of a central character and that Aya’s friends are okay but tragically heterosexual. The passive-aggressive manner in which Hu attacks “Aya,” by lightly complimenting elements of the book and then taking those compliments back seem to underline the reviewer’s discomfort with stories which aren’t directly about the Caitlin Hu Experience. Hu is condescending and imperialist. She reviews Aya as though she were a better authority on how three girls lives in Ivory Coast ought to be written than the woman who lived that life.
What part of the game is that?
By Darryl Ayo
You realize that you hate Supergirl fans because they campaign against the existence of Power Girl. Never content to simply not read the comic that you like, those people write letters to the editor asking to end the comic and erase the character.
Despite two critically-lauded runs, Supergirl fans get their way and you grit your teeth, rage boiling behind your eyes, more angry with yourself for caring about a goddamned superhero than you are with the people who wished her away.
Somewhere, a dude walked past FURY: My War Gone By #3 and bought a copy of “Before Watchmen” #1. Damn, that’s a sucka.
There is nothing that I can tell you about this comic. If you believe, you’ve already read it. If you don’t believe, you just won’t. It’s not even “too bad.” You’re just *different* from people like me. Have fun with your life, buddy.
Bloggers, what up? Critics, what up? I’ve heard about companies retaliating against critics by shutting off access to things like press releases and previews. Listen closely to me:
Low style is better than no style. Serviceable but rote cultural products are less interesting to me than inspired, idiosyncratic failures. M. Night Shyamalan is more interesting for the very personal way in which he destroys the motion picture medium than inoffensive workmen like Gary Ross.
Leave the room, authors. Nobody is talking about you. Yes, your name will be used because you are the creator of the work in question, but criticism is not for you. It’s not *for* you. It isn’t about
Criticism is for everybody else. It is for the audience of a work. Any intonations toward addressing an author in a critical piece are strictly rhetorical. That said, critics: we have to stop acting as though we are in conversation with authors. We are in conversation with work.
We exchange ideas and methodologies and the work in question is often the ball as well as the court. I am thinking of tennis as a metaphor. But nightmare tennis where you are one player and on the other half of the court are dozens or hundreds of other players. The work you are discussing is the net, ball and court. Your intelligence is your racket. No pun intended. This is a terrible metaphor.