It is perhaps a little ironic that I find it hard to adequately describe in words the impact that the classic comic strip Calvin & Hobbes, written and illustrated by Bill Watterson, had on me. The main protagonist, Calvin, was never at a loss for words, and though I often try to emulate him in my life, I more than often fall short.
His brashness, honesty, and stolid self-interest clashed congenially with Hobbes’ thoughtful, soft, tiger-centric views of the world. The masterwork of Bill Watterson (though one wonders if he would describe it as such) was a large step in the development of my young mind, and speaks volumes to the importance of humor in the development of young children.Calvin & Hobbes is my favorite anything, ever.
The humor site Progressive Boink.com (which takes its name from a Calvin & Hobbes strip) summed it up perfectly when they noted that “Calvin and Hobbes outclasses the rest of the comic strip world more than anything else has ever outclassed the rest of its medium.” But more than that, and perhaps what captured my attention most as a child, it is simple, so contained in its own package, and to me, remains one of the masterpieces of literature of the late 20th century.The argument against comics as literature has been raging ever since the medium was invented.
Plagued by super heroes and thoughtless premises (which Watterson often decried in his strips), comic books and comic strips have struggled a long time to gain notoriety and prestige. Luckily, ground-breaking comic book series like Neil Gaiman’s Sandman, Will Eisner’s A Contract with God, and Frank Miller’s Sin City, comic books (or “graphic novels,” a term the literary crowd can wrap their heads around more easily) have gained far more notice as legitimate works of fiction literature. But the comic strip, long deemed a venue for nothing more than slapstick jokes, hastily rendered caricatures, silly writing and inane punchlines, has never seemed to elevate its standing passed kid’s fare in the general population’s eyes. If one was to make an argument in favor of the comic strip as literature, Calvin & Hobbes would no doubt be the first and strongest example in the litany.
Make no mistake: this is not an academic paper, but rather a swan song to one of my favorite comics. I don’t want to list reasons why it is one of the great American stories, or anything like that. Rather, I want to share with you some of my thoughts on this great strip and how it has influenced my life and why it keeps me thinking to this day. So here are some reasons that I love Calvin & Hobbes.The first time I read Calvin & Hobbes was “The Authoritative Calvin & Hobbes.” It was given to me by a family friend who said it would be “right up my alley.”
Boy, he probably has no idea.Calvin & Hobbes was a social education for the lonely child. It was particularly lovely for me as a home-schooled child. My parents did good job of making sure I had activities outside the home, but for one reason or another, it has always been hard for me to make fast friends. In Calvin, I found a kid who made his own fun. Like him, I often wandered off on my own, more enchanted by the creations of my own imagination than the games and “team” activities of others. And no matter how weird, strange, or aloof I felt as a child, I always knew I had a friend in the funnies who really got me. As a child, you live in a world you can barely understand (or don’t care to), a world of adults who put arbitrary rules on a world that could be filled with freedom and fun. Calvin was my first channel for the voice of dissent, in that time of my young life when I was getting my first taste of independence. Calvin taught me that it was okay to be myself.Reading Calvin and Hobbes was never an activity one talked about to other kids. Unlike something like “The Simpsons,” one didn’t go discussing jokes on the schoolyard the day after. It was an incredibly personal, delicate experience that seemed so much to speak just to you that you really didn’t want to do anything to disrupt that.
I think that comic strips, comic books, and picture books hold a unique place in literature, because they are an almost completely solitary reading experience. A movie or show can be watched by you and others, a passive form of entertainment. A book, as well, though often read alone, lends itself to being read aloud. A book can be shared. But comics are so idiosyncratic, with a melding of words and pictures that becomes cumbersome to share. The reader’s eyes can wander across the panels, read text or image first. And as Scott McCloud has postulated in his amazing work “Understanding Comics,” the simplified caricatures of comics lend themselves to immediate empathy with the reader; the simpler the character’s rendering, the easier it is to put oneself inside that character’s head. The experience one has reading a comic is uniquely and completely their own.As we fans of the strip got older, and learned to socialize a little bit more, having read Calvin & Hobbes put us into a kind of special secret club. When I discovered someone had read Calvin & Hobbes, I felt I had found a kindred spirit. We would instantly reminisce about our favorite stories, the best Sundays, and the best jokes, and then probably leave it at that.
But there’s an unspoken something going on when you meet another Calvin & Hobbes fan, and its in all those personal moments you’ve shared with Calvin. Every Calvin & Hobbes fan has shared these moments as well; we have wandered the arid alien landscapes alongside Spaceman Spiff, we have marveled at the hides of living dinosaurs in our backyards, we have pontificated on a keen insight about the nature of television, we have cried over a dead raccoon. Even if I never mentioned Calvin & Hobbes again to a new-found fan, I knew I could trust them.Bill of Progressive Boink.com wrote in the site’s article “25 Great Calvin & Hobbes Strips:” “I know that people of all ages enjoyed Calvin and Hobbes, but I have to think that it meant even more to those of us who grew up with him.” I couldn’t agree more. For one thing, Calvin & Hobbes taught me how to read.
I would stumble over Calvin’s inordinately large vocabulary, to the delight of my parents,and often find ways to use his impressive words myself, often to the consternation of other children my own age. But throughout it all, Calvin didn’t just give me his vocabulary, he gave me his demeanor as well. Calvin is weird, doesn’t take to social activities, and often seems a little “out of sync with the world around him.” As Bill of Progressive Boink puts it, “It was Calvin who expressed the idea… that it was okay to be different.”By the time I had grown up enough to understand the big words I had phonetically worked out years earlier, Calvin had taught me what it meant to be a kid, but Bill Watterson taught me how to be a human. As a more sophisticated reader, you begin to realize you aren’t just reading a funny comic with good drawings and sight gags, but a very smart person’s emotionally charged critique of humanity, pulled off with the magic of masterful character-driven storytelling. This is, in essence, what good humor is all about: a level-headed insight into the contrivances and hypocrisies of the society we inhabit. Watterson attempted to say something honest about the world we created as humans.
He gave away his views freely to anyone willing to read them, and I took it on as my own; because it never seemed malicious or mean and it was always encapsulating something I felt about the silly world I had been born into. And he always packaged it in a weird, absurd, bizarre wrapping that told you he wasn’t taking any of it too seriously.The comic strip, to me, is the most idiosyncratic work of art created so far. Isn’t it appropriate that Jim Davis, the author Garfield, a comics strip about a fat, lazy cat, has now begun to rest on his laurels and relies on a team of cut-and-paste artists to create his strip? One can see the intimate personalities of Charles Schultz in every Peanuts character, the seamless melding of black culture, social dissent and martial arts inside Aaron McGruder’s The Boondocks, the weird and wonderful hectic insanity of Gary Larson inside every Far Side strip. A good comic strip is like looking into another human’s brain and finding all their thoughts, ideas, loves, passions, tastes and dislikes transformed into their own world, a parallel universe to our own.
It takes the objective world we have all agreed upon and turns it into a completely subjective experience. Calvin & Hobbes does this with masterful ease and never falters in its pursuit of the truth as Watterson sees it. I love seeing a pack of deer shoot to death an office worker, or watching a race of aliens suck all of the earth’s air and water away from us. Watterson always had an underlying philosophy behind his humor. I have always loved humor that can make you think, and it is clear from the strips he produced, Watterson was a thinker.Lastly, Bill Watterson taught me about integrity. As a dutiful nerd should, I could never stop eating up any bit of back-story information for any of the media I loved, and Calvin & Hobbes was no different. Though Watterson is notorious for shying away from the limelight, preferring that his work speak for itself, I have scrounged together small bits of information and essays written by Watterson, read every comment in his anniversary book and Sunday pages. One thing that comes across very strongly is that Watterson believed in his strip as a work of art.
He could deftly maneuver the subject material of his strip between critiquing the ever-self-aggrandizing art world, examining our ignorance of our own environmental mistakes, or postulating on the way the future would look. To me, nothing better exemplified Watterson’s somewhat dismal view of humanity’s stupidity than the countless times Calvin looks blank-facedly up to the sky, seeming to comment that there is no help out there but what we can give ourselves. And yet, there is always a child-like wonder piercing through the exterior, a rapture with the world that would seem diametrically opposed to these other, more pessimistic thoughts, but that go hand-in-hand with one another.
Through his constant attempts over ten years to become a better draftsman, taking on subject matter that wasn’t just interesting but important to discuss, and constantly fighting against merchandising his strip, he believed in the aura of his work. It still shows.Of all the things I have been lucky enough to come into contact with in my life, I am grateful for Calvin & Hobbes the most. It meant something real to me as a child; not just that it taught me how to read, but that it taught me how to listen. Calvin and Hobbes were my first teachers, social dissenters, philosophers and poets, but they will remain always in my memory as my friends.