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“I always thought I’d quit in a couple of years.
But it never seemed to happen…” – Stan Lee
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‘Nuff Said: Memories of Stan
Lee
by Rick Marschall
by Rick Marschall
Stan
Lee died this week. As if he were invulnerable like many of his superheroes –
or the usual superheroes, not the Marvel Universe head-cases – many fans likely
thought he would simply live on and on.
He
did, in a way that few others in the comic-book field did. Even Steve Ditko, so
closely linked to Stan and who also died this year, began his career when Stan
was well established. Heck, Stan was a veteran in comics when I was born. Eventual
retrospectives will assess his career as spanning the Adolescent Age (of the
comic-book format, not only readers’ ages) to extravagant SFX Hollywood
exploitation.
There
have been a plethora of tributes and appraisals of Stan this week, starting
within hours of his death. Media canned obits; fans’ fond memories; critics
jumping on his grave before he could even occupy it – carping, criticism,
iconoclasm, deconstruction, revisionism.
I
think Stan’s contributions were enormous, and I can avoid hagiography to say so.
His personality was enormous, and so were his talents and instincts and ego and
modesty. With great power comes great contradictions.
Instead,
I will offer some aspects and anecdotes that might not be found elsewhere. And
they can be added, perhaps, to the assessments other will make in the future. They
are personal, but not mine alone.
I
met Stan when I was Comics Editor of Publishers Newspaper Syndicate in the
mid-1970s. It was in Chicago, in the Sun-Times Building, across the river from
the virtual cathedral known as Tribune Tower. Stan was in town I think as a
guest of Chicago Con, but also to speak with my syndicate’s president Dick
Sherry. Not about a Spiderman strip; another syndicate, another time,
would do that. No, Stan and Dick had been discussing a European-style magazine,
along the lines of Linus, Eureka, or the original Charlie
– new contents, international material, articles, interviews, news, reviews,
all about comics.
I
don’t remember whose idea it was, originally, but Marvel (or Stan himself?) and
Publishers Syndicate would co-produce. A major investor would have been Johnny
Hart (BC and Wizard of Id), who did not join us for lunch or back
at the office. My familiarity with European comics and cartoonists was a major
reason Sherry hired me, and I would have been the editor. The working title
(appropriately random and only vaguely germane) was to be GROG! after
the strange beast in BC. He would have been the magazine’s “mascot.”
We
made dummy copies and got to second base, but never to third or home, for
various and sundry reasons.
But
Stan and I kept in touch. A couple years later, with Chicago (and the third of
the syndicates where I edited comics) in the rear-view mirror, I wrote to Stan
about working for Marvel. I had never been a particular fan of superheroes, which
I did not, um, stress in our correspondence. It seems that it would not have
made a difference, however, because I was indeed hired, but initially to handle
the magazine line – black and white comics, one-shots, “Super Specials,” movie
adaptations, and such. The Hulk was a hit on network TV then, and the
process-color magazine stories I hatched or edited were supposed to be “more
like the TV Hulk.”
Eventually
I was given the privilege of conceiving (with many Stan conferences),
designing, naming, and charting the course of what became EPIC magazine.
This
brief column will correct some of the conceptions and misconceptions about this
Marvel period, and Stan. The Editor in Chief at the time was Jim Shooter, and
he has written some memoir about my hiring, and the birth (and birth-pangs) of EPIC.
I would like to say that I have read and enjoyed these. I would like to say
that, but I cannot, because they are mostly tripe. He wrote that I was hired “cold”
by him, yet I had known and (almost) worked with Stan previously, as I have
related.
The
same with EPIC: it was to be more like Heavy Metal than GROG!,
of course; and I took the position that, like HM and the European
magazines, we would have to grant creators’ rights and sign royalty agreements.
This
argument was resisted in higher echelons at Marvel, of course. Shooter came on
board but was not father to the idea, despite his revisionist history. And it
did happen: in the Marvel Universe, EPIC was the entry-way to royalty
deals. Stan eventually sent me to Europe, to the Lucca Festival principally, to
scout for artists. (Shooter was steamed, just as he complained about my
invitation to lunches and meetings when European publishers came to New York.
But. I had previous relations with many of them; and as one executive said, “We
don’t want to scare them off.”)
Back
to Stan, and some more pertinent things to share. He was, in the office, just
what people saw in conventions and TV commercials. Dashing about in warp-speed.
Gregarious. Yes, nicknames. There were many meetings, and chats, in his office;
but he often came into the office of me and Ralph Macchio, my assistant.
Sometimes business, of course, but – this was cool – sometimes to talk about
nothing. Not quite like Seinfeld, but… old comics, newspaper strips, “what ever
happened to this-or-that old cartoonist” who I might have known. Once when
Burne Hogarth came up to visit me, I took him down to meet Stan, who acted (and
surely was) blown away to meet the Tarzan artist.
If
memory serves, when Tom Batiuk visited New York once (I had edited Funky
Winkerbean at Publishers) he was awed to be in the Marvel offices, and met
Stan. My Connecticut friend Chad Grothkopf (who was my first landlord after I married
Nancy) requested that I arrange an audience with Stan. They had worked together
decades earlier, and were friends whose wives shared the same first name.
Ralph
thought these visits to my desk were out of the ordinary, by Marvel standards;
usually editors were called to his large office if at all. But these were
social calls. One thing he shared I never forgot. Out of the blue, one day he
talked about his early, and surviving, dreams for Marvel: he always held up
Disneyland, the theme parks; and what they represented. Not so much the
characters except “the way Disneyland, the whole Disney thing, is tattooed on
everyone’s brain... There are other cartoons, but Disney is first. There
are other funny animals, but the Disney ones are what people think of.
Mickey Mouse is the most famous character in the world! Disneyland! A whole
city!” I wondered, years later, after Marvel was swallowed by Disney, how
ironic that was to him – maybe bitter, since Stan was long-gone by then.
More
than that, is something I can share, and it seldom is mentioned about Stan. His
instincts. He loved comics as an art form, but never got artsy about it
(believe me, friends here and in Europe can and do) (so do I). By the end of my
time at Marvel, Stan knew little about the Marvel titles or new characters.
Enough – no; actually, not enough – to answer fans’ questions at
conventions. That was the real reason he gave talks with no questions, or arranged
signings alone, with no presentations.
But
he never lost his technical-editing (if I can use that term) chops. As I said,
I had been a cartoonist, had edited comics, churned ‘em out at Marvel after
all; and studied strips. The “Language and Structure,” as my course would be
called as a teacher at SVA. Stan, however, held “classes” every day.
–
How to construct a page? He would explain how to lead the reader’s eye through
a page.
–
Balloon placement? He was brilliant, seeing designs like parts of jigsaw
puzzle, making the reader look here and notice that, via balloons, sound
effects, visual elements, “camera” angles.
Covers
and colors? This was what Stan held onto longest – approving every single
cover. The drawing, usually roughs AND finishes, and especially the colors.
Contrasts and values, logos and figures. He would never merely reject out of
hand; he would correct and show and discuss. By my time, the assembly-line of
cover roughs had Marie Severin execute the final versions for Stan, and her own
talent as well as years-with-Stan, virtually assured their OKs. But there was
almost always one little tweak, at least, and spot-on irrefutable.
Every
chat was like going to school.
Whatever
is said, or speculated, about Stan Lee’s collaborations, what is seldom said
and less often acknowledged is the undeniable effect that such “lessons” – his
instincts, not just about what would make young readers flip – but how
to do it, in a million subtle ways… could not have been lost on Jack Kirby,
Steve Ditko, and others. Even Drawing the Marvel Way does not give a
full impression of the passionate love affair Stan had with the comic-book
page. And his visceral analyses. I would ask John Buscema if he realized the
same things about Stan. “Oh, sure,” he would wave his hand. He acknowledged
picking up countless tips from Stan.
Memorable
characters? Stan created or wet-nursed them; all with his DNA. Strips? He loved
comics, so launched several newspaper strips. Other genres? He loved
humor, as well as teenage, girls, parody, fumetti, and romance themes.
Merchandising, movies, theme parks… we know them all. Astounding, really.
In
one dynamic man, he was what other publishers needed staffs for. He always
seemed a bit uncomfortable in person, however affable, as if fighting eternally
blocked nasal passages; and – during my time – I used to wonder how painful
those hair plugs were. Yet nothing slowed him down. I even remember hearing
that when he moved to Los Angeles, his place was so big that he skated around
on roller skates, even answering the door with them on. True? Even if not, it
fit the man perfectly. Legends imitate life.
In
that regard, finally, one time he bounded into my office, and related an idea
he had for a Silver Surfer story in the planned EPIC. He was full
of life, gesticulating, doing action poses, loudly building to a crescendo ending.
After he left, Ralph Macchio and I looked at each other, rolling our eyes and
stifling laughs. We had the common impression – the story hung on the sort of
speculation that we both had as kids, young kids, and therefore many readers
probably would too; and therefore the pitch seemed mundane, not special.
Eventually
I realized that the story idea, I won’t recount here, was pure Stan. If it was
juvenile… it touched on ordinary fantasies. A good thing. If it was simple… it
meant it was universal. If it was child-like…
…
well, that was Stan Lee. A brilliant child – maybe several brilliant kids
rolled into one – who never lost the joy of childhood. Everything could be fun,
if you dreamed it right, planned it right, told it right, drew it right, and
sold, or shared it, right. At the root of it all, whatever the genre or
project, Stan Lee asked “What if…?”
Topper: Jack Kirby, Fantastic Four, Marvel Treasury Edition, 1976
Bottom: Stan Lee, 1969
Bottom: Stan Lee, 1969
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