Jack Cole and Plastic Man
Forms Stretched to Their Limits
Publication Date: August 1, 2001
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Pulitzer Prize-winning writer and illustrator Art Spiegelman joins forces with designer Chip Kidd to pay homage to the comic book hero Plastic Man and his creator, Jack Cole. Plastic Man is more than just a putty face--with his bad-boy past, he literally embodies the comic book form: the exuberant energy, flexibility, boyishness, and subtle hints of sexuality. And as cartoonists "become" each character they create, it can be said that Jack Cole himself resembles Plastic Man. Cole revealed the true magnitude and intensity of his imagination and inner thoughts as Plastic Man slithered from panel to panel--shifting forms and dashing from male to female, or freely morphing from a stiff upright figure to a being as soft as a Dali clock. With a compelling history, a V-necked red rubber leotard, a black-and-yellow striped belt, and very cool tinted goggles, Plastic Man is truly a cult classic, and this art-packed book will delight any fan.
Art Spiegelman is the Pulitzer Prize--winning author of Maus and Maus II. His work has been published in more than sixteen languages and has appeared in The New York Times, Village Voice, and Playboy, among others. He has been a contributing editor and cov
Chip Kidd has designed book jackets for Alfred A. Knopf for over a decade. His work has been featured in Vanity Fair, Print, Entertainment Weekly, The New Republic, Time, The New York Times, Graphis, New York, and ID magazine. He lives in New York City.
Jack Cole was a masterful comic book artist who helped define the golden age of his art form. In the early '40s he looked at sideshow freaks and a new wonder material that was reshaping the planet and combined them into Plastic Man, a superhero of infinite physical malleability and upright demeanor. Nominally an FBI agent, Plas used his ability to stretch, bend, and mimic animals, vegetables, and minerals to defeat a cavalcade of villians, ranging from hideously sadistic child-killers to a thief so pitifully sad-faced jewelers begged him to take their wares. The plots, however smart or goofy (and often they were both), were overshadowed by the baroque concoctions that emerged from Cole's drawing board; he made the point, as Spiegelman puts it, that "anything one could dream, one could draw." Hence, Plas, nonchalantly absorbing bullets that simply spike his skin out as though he were a hypertrophied porcupine, or blown up as a blimp surveilling runaway crooks. Hugh Hefner (for whom Cole did lush watercolors of pneumatic babes) called Plastic Man "hallucinogenic." Thomas Pynchon apparently agreed, and had the priapic anithero of Gravity's Rainbow, Tyrone Slothrop, read Plastic Man comics between such madcap set pieces as throwing custard pies at attacking airplanes.
Spiegelman and Kidd have made a brave decision to use reproductions direct from poorly printed vintage comics. This leads to a serendipitous, homely beauty--panel enlargements reveal nimbuses of cyan and magenta, benday dots floating free of constraining black outlines and moving into the formal anomalies that Warhol would exploit with his degraded screen prints and off-register portraits during the '60s.
Spiegelman is an ardent proselytizer for comics-as-art, and is at his best explaining why Cole's manic visuals succeed without going completely over the edge. In one morbidly hard-hitting tale that Cole did for True Crime Comics, Spiegelman delves into how even the shuddering panel borders move the plot to is bullet-riddles and bleak conclusion. In the book's last chapter, you can feel Spiegelman's sympathy, but also his frustration, with Cole's mysterious 1958 suicide.
The book closes with a final, inadvertent tribute to Cole's genius: The authors have cropped, enlarged, combined, and anamorphicized a hodgepodge of Cole's work into "A Portfolio of Polymorphously Perverse Plasticity." It's kinda fun and inventive, but nowhere near as much as its source. Cole's primitive tools fo pens, brushes, ink and atrocious printing beat the banal miracles of Photoshop seven ways to Sunday.-Village Voice