Contents ( 107)
- Dedication
- Contents
- Introduction
- I
- SOME THINGS I BELIEVE
- Credo
- Telling Lies for a Living . . . And Why We Do It: The Newbery Medal Speech, 2009
- Four Bookshops
- The Pornography of Genre, or the Genre of Pornography
- Ghosts in the Machines: Some Hallowe’en Thoughts.
- How Dare You: On America, and Writing About It
- All Books Have Genders
- The PEN Awards and Charlie Hebdo
- II
- SOME PEOPLE I HAVE KNOWN
- These Are Not Our Faces
- Reflections: On Diana Wynne Jones
- Terry Pratchett: An Appreciation
- On Dave McKean
- How to Read Gene Wolfe
- Remembering Douglas Adams
- Harlan Ellison: The Beast That Shouted Love at the Heart of the World
- Banging the Drum for Harlan Ellison
- On Stephen King, for the Sunday Times
- Geoff Notkin: Meteorite Man
- Gumshoe: A Book Review
- SIMCITY
- Six to Six
- III
- INTRODUCTIONS AND MUSINGS: SCIENCE FICTION
- Fritz Leiber: The Short Stories
- Hothouse
- Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 and What Science Fiction Is and Does
- Of Time, and Gully Foyle: Alfred Bester and The Stars My Destination
- Samuel R. Delany and The Einstein Intersection
- On the Fortieth Anniversary of the Nebula Awards: A Speech, 2005
- IV
- FILMS AND MOVIES AND ME
- The Bride of Frankenstein
- MirrorMask: An Introduction
- MirrorMask: A Sundance Diary
- The Nature of the Infection: Some Thoughts on Doctor Who
- On Comics and Films: 2006
- V
- ON COMICS AND SOME OF THE PEOPLE WHO MAKE THEM
- Good Comics and Tulips: A Speech
- “But What Has That to Do with Bacchus?” Eddie Campbell and Deadface
- Confessions: On Astro City and Kurt Busiek
- Batman: Cover to Cover
- Bone: An Introduction, and Some Subsequent Thoughts
- Jack Kirby: King of Comics
- The Simon and Kirby Superheroes
- The Spirit of Seventy-Five
- The Best of the Spirit
- Will Eisner: New York Stories
- The Keynote Speech for the 2003 Eisner Awards
- 2004 Harvey Awards Speech
- The Best American Comics, 2010
- VI
- INTRODUCTIONS AND CONTRADICTIONS
- Some Strangeness in the Proportion: The Exquisite Beauties of Edgar Allan Poe
- On The New Annotated Dracula
- Rudyard Kipling’s Tales of Horror and Fantasy
- The Mystery of G. K. Chesterton’s Father Brown
- Concerning Dreams and Nightmares: The Dream Stories of H. P. Lovecraft
- On The 13 Clocks by James Thurber
- Votan and Other Novels by John James
- On Viriconium: Some Notes Toward an Introduction
- So Long, and Thanks for All the Fish: An Introduction
- Dogsbody by Diana Wynne Jones
- Voice of the Fire by Alan Moore
- Art and Artifice by Jim Steinmeyer
- The Moth: An Introduction
- VII
- MUSIC AND THE PEOPLE WHO MAKE IT
- Hi, By the Way: Tori Amos
- Curious Wine: Tori Amos II
- Flood: Twenty-Fifth Anniversary Edition, They Might Be Giants
- Lou Reed, in Memoriam: “The Soundtrack to My Life”
- Waiting for the Man: Lou Reed
- Afterword Afterword: Evelyn Evelyn
- Who Killed Amanda Palmer
- VIII
- ON STARDUST AND FAIRY TALES
- Once Upon a Time
- Several Things About Charles Vess
- The King of Elfland’s Daughter, Lord Dunsany
- Lud-in-the-Mist
- The Thing of It Is: Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell
- On Richard Dadd’s The Fairy-Feller’s Master-Stroke
- IX
- MAKE GOOD ART
- Make Good Art
- X
- THE VIEW FROM THE CHEAP SEATS: REAL THINGS
- The View from the Cheap Seats
- A Wilderness of Mirrors
- The Dresden Dolls: Hallowe’en 2010
- Eight Views of Mount Fuji: Beloved Demons and Anthony Martignetti
- So Many Ways to Die in Syria Now: May 2014
- A Slip of the Keyboard: Terry Pratchett
- Credits
- Index
- About the Author
- Also by Neil Gaiman
- Copyright
- About the Publisher
Most important, in comics there’s one of you, or at most two or three people, with one vision. As a writer I think I’d been spoiled by the “because I say so” factor. The point I realized that wasn’t there in the TV show was the point I looked at the costume sketches and realized that they bore no relation to what was called for in the script.
I think one reason one becomes a writer may well be to have a certain amount of control over a vision, and unless you are working with a director whose vision parallels yours, then the odds are probably against you.
And bear in mind that the TV series is from a show that everyone was at least on the same page about. The Sandman film, which I am happily not involved with, has gone through eight script drafts, three writers, and a director so far. And I heard the other day that they’re about to hire a new writer with instructions to make it a romance.
After Neverwhere was done, I told my agent to pull out of another TV series I was creating for the UK, because I didn’t want to do it unless I had more control than you get as a writer: in fantasy, the tone of voice, the look and feel, the way something is shot and edited, is vital, and I wanted to be able to be in charge of that.
I’ve agreed to work on the Death movie with the carrot being dangled in front of me that I could direct it. And we’ll see if that happens, and if I’m a good director or not when the time comes.
So that’s my wisdom on movies.
Books are a bit more straightforward.
A few years ago, when I still hung out on bulletin boards, I was on CompuServe’s comics forum, and I read a message by a writer of comics announcing petulantly that he was going to go and write real prose books because he wanted “an audience.”
I told him his audience writing comics was much larger than he would have, barring some exceptional circumstances, for a first novel in prose. He took this as an attack on his as-yet-unproven abilities as a writer of prose, which it wasn’t meant to be. It was simply a flat statement that in those days—and even in these dark days—any fairly healthy comic sells in numbers that most prose authors would be very happy to get.
For me, though, comics are much more interesting than prose, at least as a creator. One has greater control of how the information is received in comics than you do in prose—whether it’s keeping control of the reader’s eye to stop them skipping ahead, or simply making sure that they see the same character in their heads that you do in yours.
And comics have the joy that you never see in prose: the joy of being able to enjoy your own stuff. I can’t enjoy a prose story I wrote, but I can enjoy what Dave McKean or Charles Vess or Jon Muth or P. Craig Russell does to one of my stories.