

His artwork is fine, highly detailed and elaborate. When he draws windows and buildings and the the crafted landscape of the city he can do so with the precision and skill of an architect. But these are no mere blueprints. They sing with life and realism.


The Da Vinci parallel does not end there though. Eisner also lived in a Renaissance of Comics. Imagine being peers with Stan Lee, Jack Kirby, Carl Banks, Bill Finger, Harvey Kurtzman and R Crumb. These men made a medium! Comics as a monthly distribution were just starting and a wide range of comics existed including Romance, Western, Crime, and Funny Animal comics. The styles were cruder and more direct. The art was rougher and the stories more simplistic and far from being aimed at a mature or intelligent reader. These men for the sake of art, for the sake of money, or for the sake of the insuppressable creativity that dwelled in them (often for all three) made comics what they are today. They introduced the formats and standards that took comics from kids 5 cent funnies into an artform that is lucrative, culturally relevant, artistically stimulating, and unique from all other forms of media. Putting it in perspective it would be like if Da Vinci and Michelangelo were the first guys to do tapestries and by the time they were done tapestries were as popular as... Well, as tapestries were.
You know how people say "he wrote the book on [comic]" well Will Eisner DID! It's called Comics and Sequential Art and it so instructively and wonderfully illustrates the principals of comics as an art that it is taught.


The Spirit is one of the great modern heroes. He fights crime because he has the anonymity to do so. Dr. Cobra never asked Denny Colt if he wanted to be experimented on for goodness' sake! He was just a feisty Lois Lane-esque reporter (with hairy-er gams). He got caught by evil mad scientist and supposedly killed. But in reality he was only put into a state of suspended animation and he wakes up in a graveyard. And so, like any red blooded, super villain-fearing American would he decides to don a domino mask and take his two fisted assault right back to the criminal scum of Central City. Like Batman the Spirit has a confidante and friend in the Police Commissioner Dolan. He also has a Superman-Lois-like romance with Commissioner Dolan's vivacious daughter Ellen (Like Lois but she's got gams that would make Betty Grable bust a seam). And it goes without saying that the movie dismally failed to capture any of the SPIRIT of the Spirit. There's a word for that. It rhymes with "shit".

One of my first Spirit comics was the confession of an old criminal recounting the story of how he killed his brother years earlier. It was heart-wrenching and sincere in the emotion and the drama of the man's ordeal. Eisner is so amazing at facial expressions that the anguish and fear seem to exude off the pages and into the reader. The Spirit shows up at the end to bust the old crook but finds the man dead. There were lots of these stories of the citizens of Central City inspired by Eisner growing up in the poorest neighborhoods of depression-era Brooklyn. Tales of tenements and poverty that were rife in urban life at the time but were never touched on in comics.
The Spirit was genre-breaking as well. He was something between a pulp detective and a superhero while not really being either. There were stories of straight heroism to be sure but there were also noir detective tales. Horror stories cropped up as well and murder mysteries. Occasionally mysticism was dealt with as well as mob stories. But perhaps my favorite Spirit stories are the funny ones. At the heart of all of these adventures was a strong sense of humanism as embodied by the Spirit.
The Spirit is just an ordinary man. He is easily overwhelmed and more than not he is up against overwhelming odds. Often blind luck saves him from injury and death and by the end of the story he is usually bruised, bloody lipped, and his clothes are ripped and ruffled. This is not because these stories are particularly violent but rather because the Spirit was just a guy in a suit and that's what happens when you get in a fight regardless of whether you wear a mask or not. The Spirit was often confounded and flummoxed by women as well. He thought of himself as a James Bond-like playboy but very often he was being played or the woman in question thought he was a joke. The guy just couldn't catch a break. The public had very mixed views on the Spirit's activities additionally. People went so far as to dump garbage on him or throw bottles all of which he took with a groan and a grumble and a scoff of his foot while he plods back to the graveyard only to go out again and do what he thinks is right despite the adversity.

I would just like to point out that all of this was years before Peter Parker who now holds the crown for getting dumped on by life; he got it from the Spirit. The Spirit didn't even have the grief motivation that keeps Spider-Man going when he's at his lowest because for the Spirit there was no Uncle Ben - He was just a guy trying to do right.
And the Spirit had villains too! In my childhood the trope was played out in the guise of the Claw on Inspector Gadget but Octopus was the original shadowy mastermind. The only glimpse we get of him is of his trademark gloves.

And do you want to talk about Femme Fatales? The Spirit had them like none other! There was P'Gell, Sand Saref, Silken Floss, and many many more. They were as much a challenge for the Spirit as any male rogues as the Spirit was constantly being seduced, tricked, distracted, and otherwise bewildering him. And as always, they dripped with sensuality and sex appeal courtesy of Eisner's art. The Spirit's awkward attempts to deal with them resonate because (especially for comic book reading men) women can be confusing, frustrating, and irrational. And we can go "Yeah, man. I hear that!" when he gets clobbered over the head just when he least expects it by some minx.

Now, I could go on and on about the Spirit, but it isn't the Spirit's birthday. It's Will's. And as I said, the Spirit is far from his only creation and he isn't even my favorite. My favorite Will Eisner creation is not an individual but a neighborhood: Dropsie Ave.

To Will Eisner New York was like a prism of potential. It was a collection of stories - Every man woman and child you saw on any given street at any given moment was in the middle of a passionate love story or a comedic romp or a heart-breaking tragedy and the city in all its might and majesty was the setting for it all. More than that, the city was a story in and of itself. One of my favorite Eisner sequences is a series of pages depicting the elements of the city as they exist in our lives. Most of these tales are only a page or two long but each perfectly captures the part that those things play in the life of the city and the lives of the people in it. Taken all together they are like a biography of New York from the point of view of the most overlooked but essential "residents": The stoop, the subway, the street lamp, the fire hydrant, the mailbox, the windows, the sound of construction, the rush of traffic.

But Eisner's real joy and the thing that he was best at was telling about people. Dropsie Ave is the stories of people living in New York. The dramas they live. The hardships they endure and the loves they have and the misfortunes and blessings that life inevitably brings. In one book he traces the history of the Neighborhood from an 1870 farm to a sprawling suburb through urbanization, immigration, racial desegregation. All through the interweaving sagas of the people who lived there, were born there, grew up, moved in, moved out, and died there. Generations of overlapping natives and newcomers in the swirling symphony of the city as told through words and pictures.
Eisner also deals with the meaning of life. He and his characters examine God as a debate between faith and reason that all of us either internally or externally struggle with. In a Life Force he deals with people trying to live and struggling with the all important question of "Why?"
My favorite sequence involves Jacob, one of the central characters and resident of Dropsie Ave. "Izzy the Cockroach fell to the floor of the alley from two flights up!" and lands next to Jacob who just suffered a heart attack.

Jacob then realizes that he too is just trying to stay alive and for what? He thinks about the possibilities of Man creating God and of God creating Man and how either way the reason for living is a great unknown. "So in either case both man and cockroach are in serious trouble! Because staying alive seems to be the ONLY thing on which EVERYBODY agrees!" He then nearly gets beaten up for stopping a man from stepping on the cockroach. He proudly declares as the passer-by threatens to hit him "Go ahead! Hit me! ... So at least I'll die for a reason! That at least I can understand!"
The very first Graphic Novel (a term Eisner coined to try and covey what the content of his work was) was also set in the Neighborhood. A Contract with God is an amazing meditation on the highs and lows of life, the intimacy and power of faith, and on a man's personal struggle with the concept of God. It is too nuanced a story to go into in this blog because it would only do the story a disservice (although maybe I'll do a full review of it one day) but I will say that it is one of the best comics I have ever read and I would encourage everyone (comic fan or not) to read it.

So?? Will there ever be another?
Will Eisner was a master in every sense of the word and while I do think there will be others who enrich and evolve the medium as much as he did, there are usually generations between geniuses of his caliber.
Now I am going to go read more Will Eisner because 4 hours of working on this post was not nearly enough. In fact, it's just whet my appetite for much more.
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