Kirb Your Enthusiasm (25)

By: Douglas Wolk
March 9, 2011

Twenty-fifth in a series of posts, each one analyzing a single panel from a Jack Kirby-drawn comic book.

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Imagine for a moment that somebody — not Jack Kirby — wrote a script for 2001: A Space Odyssey #9 (August 1977), and that somebody else — also not Jack Kirby — was going to have to draw it. The description of this panel would probably have said something like “Interior: a small prison cell. X-51, our robotic protagonist, is seething at being locked up. His face has been stolen, and we can see the machinery beneath it — maybe a couple of red lights for eyes — along with an identifying plate on his forehead that says ‘X-51.’ He’s prepping the weapons systems in his gloves, figuring out how he’s going to break out.” The artist might have staged it any number of ways: a long shot of X-51 meditating in the corner of his cell, or inspecting it for an escape route, or maybe some kind of surveillance image, overlaid with a set of shadows to emphasize the bars of the cage. The idea is to establish the setting, the situation and the character, right? Storytelling 101.

Except Kirby was, of course, doing the whole damn thing himself. (“Edited, written and drawn by Jack Kirby,” reads the credit at the top of the page: in that order, apparently.) He also knew that Storytelling 101 won’t do you a crumb of good if you don’t grab the reader by the shoulders from the get-go. So the story opens with the most dramatic image the situation permits: we’re looking at X-51 from the perspective of something (the door, as it happens) that he’s a microsecond away from smashing clear into next week, and his fist is zooming in on us, occupying a full quarter of our visual field. Kirby and inker Mike Royer’s line here is so thick that it’s not just mapping the contours of the character’s shape, it’s indicating that those contours are about to make contact with your own. Each of the robot’s fingers appears to be a different kind of weapon, bristling with Kirbytech circuitry (and there’s a Kirbytech lockpick extending from his left fuck-you finger to his right j’accuse fingernail); his eyes and mouth are glowing with three different strains of electronic heat.

Guess what, though? This panel still does all that 101 stuff without even breathing hard. The cramped, stuffed layout makes it obvious that X-51 is trapped in a very small space; the three tiny “air vents” at the right of the panel, in conjunction with the blobby shadows of Royer’s inks, are all the visual cues we need to know that he’s imprisoned. And the robot’s face here, with its snap-to-lock striations and uncovered lighting sources, is the metallic equivalent of a skinned skull — missing its surface and desperate to get it back. Every element of the story’s physical facts and psychological perceptions is present in this drawing, and they’re all about to explode.

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Kirb Your Enthusiasm (25)

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