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BERKELEY BREATHEDINTERVIEW BY JESSE PEARSON, PHOTO BY JODY BOYMAN ![]() For those of us who grew up as weird kids in the 1980s, the work of Berkeley Breathed was as important as those twin eternal pillars of weird-kid-dom: Monty Python and Mad magazine. In a word: seminal. In two words: fucking seminal. Breathed’s comic strip Bloom County ran from 1980 until 1988. It crossed the goofiness of talking penguins and drug addict cats with the topicality of stuff like nuclear anxiety and the evils of consumerism. (Remember when Opus would compulsively buy Ronco products because of infomercials?) It even won a Pulitzer Prize in 1987, though at the time we were more impressed with the Billy & the Boingers flexi-disc than some boring grown-up award. A five-volume compilation of every Bloom County strip is being released now, and it’s a trip to go back and reread all the stuff that we practically had memorized over 20 years ago. It’s still as smart and hilarious as we remember it being, though it’s amazing to realize how much of the satire went over our heads. Did 12-year-old us even know who Bella Abzug was? (Actually we kinda still don’t know who that was.) After Bloom County, Breathed did two more strips, Outland and Opus, and wrote a bunch of acclaimed children’s books, the most recent of which is called Flawed Dogs: The Shocking Raid on Westminster. It’s about a dog who goes through a series of pretty severe trials and tribulations and it made us cry. Breathed is an outspoken animal-rights activist and that often comes through in his work, especially in this novel, with its nightmarish descriptions of dogfighting and animal testing. But it’s not all glum, chum. The humor in it is as distinctive as ever and feels to us like the voice of an old palor maybe it’s the ghost of our childhoods. Scary! Anyway, Bill the Cat for president! Ack! Vice: I’m curious as to how the writing process for Bloom County worked. Did you always know where you were heading, or was there an element of discovery as you wrote? Did you think in terms of seasons, sort of like television writing? Berkeley Breathed: Your question presumes a reality so distant from the experience that any questions about process are meaninglessbut perfectly reasonable. The problem is that you’re asking a guy who didn’t think of any individual strip or story line longer than it takes to read this sentence. I drew in a manic, sweat-flinging state of deadline panic EVERY week. Not most weeks. EVERY week. For ten years. I drew what occurred to me as I stared at the same blank strips I’d been watching for six days, and only because the plane that would deliver them to my syndicate editor was due to take off at 5:30 AM, about seven hours from that moment. Ouch. This is not how a comic strip should be drawn. This is not how ANY deadline should be handled by any reasonable, conscientious, grown-up professional. But as I wasn’t, they weren’t. The flip side of that confessional coin is that Bloom County would not have been what it waswhatever it wasif I’d been that thing I just described. It was art and writing born of chaos. It was the poison the madness needed. The new bookwith all the chaos intact and not edited out, as it was in books beforeshows that rather intriguingly. Can you talk a little about how you developed the looks for the main characters? What were some of the inspirations in terms of the art of the Bloom County universenot just for the characters but also for the settings? As many have read and few have doubted, Doonesbury was the stylistic key that all of us turned to in those dayscollege cartoonists, I mean. Jules Feiffer played a similar role for Garry Trudeau. I doubt Garry would have left the word balloons behind if it hadn’t been for Jules. I virtually didn’t have any other artistic influences, as I wasn’t familiar with other comic strips. I’m still not today. They simply were never in my sights. Why not? Comic strips didn’t tell stories well, as slow and chopped as they are. And storiesnarrative, plot, characterare what still make me sweaty with creative passion. You want to know why Bloom County was set in a rural, small-town environment? To Kill a Mockingbird. Maycomb, Alabama, was where I naturally dropped all of my imagination when it needed a setting. A therapist might help explain why, but there it is. I will say that Opus is really Scout from Mockingbird in many ways. He’s a motherless innocent, adrift and wandering about in an adult world of confusion, betrayal, and incivility. We experience it through both their eyes. But don’t think for a second that this occurred to me when I sketched a penguin for a throwaway gag in 1982. I show it in the new collection: Opus was meant to be dispensed with after his initial appearance. Go figger. And when was the last time you met a penguin in real life? I walked with them in Antarctica in the early 80s. Swam with them in the Galapagos in 1989. I sensedand I might be projecting herethat they knew who I was. Were you more of a Milo or a Binkley when you were a kid? I definitely felt very Binkley most of the time. Absolutely split the difference. I think most cartoonists with an ensemble set of characters split their personality up in contrasting elements and then apply it to their characters. Not always, but to a large extent you can’t help it. So I was filled with self-doubt as Binkley was. But the little scheming media manipulator of Milo? Well, guilty. As a ten-year-old kid reading your comics, a lot of the political humor went right over my head. I remember having to ask a grown-up who Jeane Kirkpatrick was because she kept popping up in Bloom County. It’s interesting that a comic could encompass a range of characters and references that has Jesse Helms on one side and the Giant Purple Snorklewacker on the other. I drew what seemed amusing to me. That was the extent of my thoughtfulness when it came to designing the Bloom County world. As with most cartoonists, a comic strip is an unsavory peek into the head of its maker. Having said that, I have no inkling as to the inside of Jim Davis’s head from a reading of Garfield. It was the classic corporate inventiondrawn by a staffwhich made it fun to skewer. It was there to sell shit. Speaking of that, did you ever hear about any reaction from Jim Davis regarding your statement that Bill the Cat started as a parody of Garfield? Trust me, Davis could care less about being mocked. It wasn’t respect that he worked hard for. I think that a lot of kids in the 80s sort of started with Garfield when they were really young and then graduated to Bloom County. Do you have many memories of encounters with fans of Bloom County? In the heyday, I would do signings at comic-book stores, which I’d never seen beforenor the fans of such. It was a bit of a shocker. This is pre-Comic Con. I was stunned because I could never have been in one of those crowds myself. It wasn’t in my DNA. So I had to adapt to a fan base of people that I had yet to understand. I simply didn’t come from their world. The influence I was having on the younger kids was rather sobering. Anyone who produces stories and popular art remembers when they suddenly realized that there were actual faces to the readers of one’s work and that they, in many cases, took it far more seriously than I did. I remember hearing about Harrison Ford out and out dismissing his movies’ fans as being nut jobs. He’s in the wrong business. You can sense it in his performances now. He’d rather be drunk and somewhere else. A pity. We who are lucky enough to provoke the imaginations of the public owe it to ourselves and to them to embrace the whole enchilada. It took me some years to appreciate this. Have you ever had a crazy fan? Yes indeedy, I’ve had crazy fans. Rabid. Committable. Bloom County seemed to attract mental cases like flies to horseshit. One poor adult woman kept sending me hours of videotapes of herself talking to me, but calling me by a different name. Her family finally contacted me and apologized after she stripped in one of them. It’s both sad and deeply scary that in these days, folks can find your address in two clicks. It wasn’t like this before. We live behind gates now. See all articles by this contributor
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