Sequentially reprinting Dave Sim's letters and faxed correspondence to me, with occasional annotation from me.
Today's letter from Dave continues the discussion of the ongoing attempts to publicize glamourpuss. He was looking for volunteers to help get the word out about it at various 2008 comic book websites and discussion groups. He also discusses the “Dave Sim is not a misogynist” petition. Note that the numbers have changed significantly in the ensuing eight years. Also note that I then and now have no idea to what the Stephen King references referred, but then I’ve never been a big fan of Stephen King.
10 July 08
Well, I think it’s one of those “let’s face facts” things but you need to have the facts before you can do so. I’m definitely over in Stephen King territory and have been for some time so the only way to deal with these things is patiently. Patiently and [by] documenting what reality is, as opposed to what people want it to be (which is really the underpinning of feminism and, therefore, it’s not unexpected that this is the core of what’s wrong with our society).
I think you can be helpful by documenting what is going on. This is how many volunteers we ostensibly have, this is how many we actually have. This is what they said they were going to do, this is that they’ve actually done. Obviously, if you’re looking for something on a website and can’t find it, that bodes ill for its promotional value where what you’re counting on is people happening across it. The potential flaw in the reasoning there is that people are familiar with different websites. So, obviously, the volunteers should be posting to websites that they know because they know where the structural bodies are buried. It looks like Lenny has the best grasp of what needs to be done and is doing it, but then I’m in direct communication with him. That’s part of the Stephen King quality to this. People’s reliability seems dependent on direct contact with me. But, of course, the idea is to find a way to make it work where I don’t have to spend hours a day holding everyone’s hands because I’m supposed to be writing and drawing. The Larger Imperative, it seems to me, is to try to get Dave Sim onto the Internet. He spent a month there in February, so he should be jonesing at this point and is just about to break down and get a laptop, high-speed Internet connection and spend hours a day on there, so his production schedule goes to hell. Again, the Stephen King quality. Why do I seem to be immune? Why does that seem to have a disproportionately large impact?
I’m trying to learn Bizarro World logic to give myself a fighting chance. The petition is part of it. The Stephen King thing is made up of contradictory dichotomies that everyone needs to hold onto in order to convince themselves that they’re sane. “Dave Sim is an enormously popular creator whom everyone admires and respects” on the one hand and “Dave Sim is an evil misogynist that no one can stand and no one will have anything to do with” on the other. The petition in tandem with the low sales on glamourpuss and Judenhass is showing that the latter is the prevailing reality. Sales tend to be hidden but the petition is right out there in such a way that it allows Marxist-feminists to manipulate and therefore (in their frames of reference) create reality. But they don’t know which reality to create. If supposition A is true, then signing the petition is necessary in order to create that reality. If supposition B is true, then not signing the petition -- or taking your name off of the petition if you’ve mistakenly signed it -- is necessary in order to create THAT reality. 118 people is too many in situation B and not nearly enough in situation A.
The complete lack of volunteers only defines reality more sharply. Situation A is such a minority (.01%) view that active support of it drops exponentially when anything more elaborate than signing a petition is suggested (.001%). In that case, 118 people is definitely WAY, WAY too many, which means, in order to support that created reality you need to believe that 118 people having absolutely nothing in common apart from signing are completely batshit insane and all in the same way.
My best guess is that everyone besides the 118 want OUT because of the compelled inferences involved -- and OUT means pretending that Dave Sim (and Cerebus and glamourpuss and Judenhass) don’t exist. And basically hoping that I’ll kill myself or declare bankruptcy or something in order to make supposition B reality. My theory all along has been "Never commit suicide: Always make them kill you", so there’s not a lot of potential for relief for them over there -- although I’m pretty sure that they’ll eventually see it as the only viable option.
I mean, don’t you find “What was I supposed to do about this?” to be a little bit of a Stephen King-like question coming from a librarian about a book that someone discussed with him? You’re a librarian, what do you THINK you’re supposed to do about a book that someone discussed with you? [ED: IIRC, this refers to my having offered to donate a copy of Judenhass to my local library, as I have done with several school and public libraries. At one library, I found the copy I donated on the “For Sale” shelf some weeks later.]
There’s this... ambience... around me. I think we’re getting to Something’s Got To Give, but then I thought that fourteen years ago and I was wrong then and I’m probably wrong now. Lou Copeland, who worked on Judenhass for two years, hey, it was up and down, but he’s still glad he worked on it. But does he find it odd that this amazing piece of work is now all but ignored? No, not really. Just figures it’s the dysfunctional direct market. You see what I mean? For Liberals, it’s just a matter of picking a scapegoat and then “moving on”. There's always a scapegoat, so there's never anything wrong. Just "move on". If they can ignore a 6,000-page graphic novel, then they can ignore anything.
I hope you're right about it [ED: Judenhass] being a long-term gainer but I don’t see any evidence of that with anything of mine -- unless it's fifty years after I'm dead: which I've been saying all along.