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January 5, 2019

Barry Hannah, Darkly Comic Writer, Dies at 67 (Hannah wrote about Feet, Goats, Engines, Governors, Hell, White people, War, Snow, Women) He was a good teacher and friend

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Barry Hannah, Darkly Comic Writer, Dies at 67

By WILLIAM GRIMES
Published: March 3, 2010


Barry Hannah, a writer who found wide acclaim with wild, darkly comic short stories and novels set in a phantasmagoric South moving at warp speed, died on Monday at his home in Oxford, Miss. He was 67.


Barry Hannah at a writers' conference in Tennessee in 2006.

The cause was a heart attack, his son Barry Jr. said.

Mr. Hannah staked his claim to the Gothic territory mapped out by William Faulkner and Flannery O’Connor in his first novel, “Geronimo Rex” (1972), a high-octane coming-of-age tale set in the fictional town of Dream of Pines, La.

“That book was like a bolt of lightning,” Morgan Entrekin, the publisher of Grove/Atlantic, said in an interview Tuesday. “It was gonzo Southern fiction that opened you to a whole new way of writing. It was fresh, original and dangerous, in a way.”

Reviewing the book for The New York Times, the novelist Jim Harrison called Mr. Hannah “one of those young writers who is brilliantly drunk with words and could at gunpoint write the life story of a telephone pole.”

The short story collection “Airships,” published in 1978, confirmed Mr. Hannah’s budding reputation as a daring stylist and a loose-limbed adventurer in an absurdist South of his own imagining: a passionate and violent land teeming with loud drunks, confused war veterans and ardent, uneasy good ol’ boys. Most of the stories were first published by Gordon Lish in Esquire.

“He played an important role in introducing Southern literature to postmodernism at a time when Southern writing was trying to live up to and move beyond the great achievements of the modernist Southern Renaissance authors, especially William Faulkner,” Martyn Bone, the editor of “Perspectives on Barry Hannah” (University Press of Mississippi, 2007), wrote in an e-mail message on Tuesday.

“Many of his stories or novels feature scenes in which Faulkner’s style, characters, or subject matter are satirized or parodied,” Mr. Bone added. “He was able to play fast and loose with Southern literary tradition and its subject matter in a way that some other writers were not.”

Howard Barry Hannah was born on April 23, 1942, in Meridian, Miss., and grew up in Clinton, a small town near Jackson. After earning a bachelor’s degree in English from Mississippi College in 1964, he enrolled at the University of Arkansas, where he received a master’s degree in 1966 and the university’s first M.F.A. degree in fiction in 1967.

While writing, he taught literature and creative writing at several colleges, including Clemson University and the University of Alabama, and was at various times a writer in residence at Middlebury College in Vermont, the University of Iowa and the University of Montana at Missoula.

In 1982 he became a writer in residence at the University of Mississippi, and later was the director of its M.F.A. and creative writing program. His many students over the years included the writers Bob Shacochis, Donna Tartt, Cynthia Shearer and Wells Tower.

Mr. Hannah’s first two marriages ended in divorce. In addition to his son Barry, known as Po, of Knoxville, Tenn., he is survived by his wife, Susan; a sister, Dorothy Kitchings of Jackson; a brother, Bob, of Destin, Fla.; a foster brother, Ralph Marston of Richardson, Texas; another son, Ted, of Leeds, Ala.; a daughter, Lee McDonald, of Tuscaloosa, Ala.; and three grandchildren.

Mr. Hannah’s exuberant, high-energy narratives tended toward the picaresque and, as often as not, crashed and burned in spectacular fashion. “Nightwatchmen” (1973), a horror-mystery tale in an almost hysterically comic vein, exhibited the author’s alarming tendency to wander, wobble and then fall apart — what John Updike, in a review of “Geronimo Rex,” called “accelerating incoherence.” Over the years, such performances recurred, in novels jammed with incident and infatuated with language, like “The Tennis Handsome” (1983) and “Hey Jack!” (1987).

Mr. Hannah himself admitted to being a short story writer first, with an imagination calibrated to the short burst. “The old man off 40 years of morphine was fascinated by guns,” begins the short story “Two Things, Dimly, Were Going at Each Other.” “He was also a foe of dogs everywhere. They were too servile, too slavering, too helplessly pack-bent, when not treacherous. The cat was the thing. Coots cut at the evening with his cane and wanted to ‘see a death’ in the big city.”

Plot and character mattered less to him than the ripe bit of regional speech, the fraught incident, the startling metaphor, the ingeniously shaped sentence. “I am doomed to be a more lengthy fragmentist,” he said in a 2001 interview with Bomb.” In my thoughts, I don’t ever come on to plot in a straightforward way.”

The essential Hannah, most critics agreed, could be found in his story collections, “Captain Maximus” (1985), “Bats Out of Hell” (1993) and “High Lonesome” (1996), and more fitfully in his eight novels.

Over the years, the manic energy of early novels like “Ray” (1980) subsided a bit. “Boomerang” (1989), a slim, autobiographical novel, exhibited a chastened, wistful tone new to Mr. Hannah’s writing. “The old guys are me now, is the horror,” his narrator writes. “I’ll wander up and get registered and vote.”

The outlaws and oddballs of “Yonder Stands Your Orphan,” in thrall to a sinister character named Man Mortimer, earn the author’s pity. Hell-raisers in their day, they have lived on into a strangely soft twilight.

“There’s a world of kindness and tenderness that surrounds me and my friends in this little town of Oxford,” Mr. Hannah told Bomb, “and I would be a liar if I left it out.”


Evening of the Yarp: A Report by Roonswent Dover

Barry Hannah
Mississippi Review
Vol. 25, No. 3, Barry Hannah Special (Spring, 1997), pp. 89-105
Page Count: 17





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Don Martin, 'Mad's Maddest Artist,' Is Dead at 68


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Don Martin, 'Mad's Maddest Artist,' Is Dead at 68




Don Martin, the Mad magazine cartoonist with a rubbery slapstick style whom the magazine billed as ''Mad's maddest artist,'' died on Thursday at Baptist Hospital in Miami. He was 68.

The cause was cancer, said Christine Thompson, a hospital spokeswoman.

Mr. Martin's hapless characters inhabited a topsy-turvy, Kafka-esque world in which a hotel guest complaining about cockroaches might discover that the desk clerk himself was a giant cockroach, complete with four arms, stubble, cigar and irately quivering antennae. His prototypical drawing was of a jug-eared, slack-jawed, knock-kneed and hinge-footed man impervious to all types of mayhem, even when he is tap-dancing over an open manhole and bouncing off a skyscraper beam.

After selling his first cartoon to Mad in 1956, Mr. Martin continued to draw for the magazine until 1987, when he left to work for a rival magazine, Cracked, because of disagreements over reprint rights with Mad's publisher, William M. Gaines.

Like many other magazines, Mad pays artists on a work-for-hire basis and reserves the profitable reprint rights. Mr. Martin felt so strongly about the issue that he testified before a Congressional subcommittee on the rights of freelance artists. Paperback collections of Mr. Martin's previously unpublished cartoons were issued starting in 1962 with ''Don Martin Steps Out!'' and have sold more than seven million copies.
His gags fit in well with the ''sick'' school of the 1950's humor, but his loose, kinetic style and outrageously physical form of attack brought the strips into their own dimension. Like latter-day Harold Lloyds, his characters named Fonebone and Captain Klutz were at odds with the modern world. Machinery was always the enemy, from power tools to steamrollers to things as simple as a paper-towel dispenser.

Mr. Martin elevated the comic book sound effect to new onomatopoeic heights.

In his wacky world, a squirting flower went "SHKLITZA,'' and recalcitrant meals of spaghetti or pizza made inimitably meaty sounds. Each form of physical torture had its own exquisite sound: getting slapped in the face with a wet mackerel went ''SPLADAP,'' while getting conked with a frying pan went ''PWANG.''

His own vanity license plate read ''SHTOINK."
He attributed his style to influences as diverse as the grotesque characters of Bosch, the manic energy of the Warner Brothers cartoons and the elegant line of Al Hirschfeld.
Mr. Martin's admirers included Gary Larson, known for the twisted humor of ''The Far Side.'' An animated version of Mr. Martin's cartoons also appeared briefly on Fox Television's ''Mad TV.''
Mr. Martin was born in Passaic, N.J., grew up in Brookside, N.J., and attended public school in Morristown, N.J. ''It is interesting that all three towns deny any and all of this information,'' he wrote in a biographical note in the 1970's. He then studied at the Newark School of Fine Art for three years and graduated from the Pennsylvania Academy of Art in Philadelphia.
He drew despite a degenerative eye condition for which he underwent corneal transplants. To produce his last strips, he needed to wear special contact lenses that caused great discomfort and to work with a magnifying glass.
He is survived by his wife, Norma; a son, Max; a brother, Ralph, and a grandson.


Martin, Don

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