New in the Birdcage Bottom Books shop:
Hazel Newlevant’s “If This Be Sin”
Winner of the 2013 Prism Comics Queer Press Grant!
Hazel Newlevant’s ‘If This Be Sin’ is a collection of comics about queer women expressing themselves through music. It tells the stories of Gladys Bentley, the Harlem Renaissance blues singer and drag king, and Wendy and Lisa, the lesbian rockstars of Prince and the Revolution.
“Hazel Newlevant draws like a dream and weaves a mesmerizing story. ‘If This Be Sin’ is a stunning achievement.”
—Alison Bechdel, author of ‘Fun Home’
“The stories are super sweet and hopeful, but also have a touching gloominess to them. I loved it!”
—Ross Campbell, author of ‘Wet Moon’
8.25″ x 11″, 44 pages. $10
Full-color cover & interior, perfect bound.
An SPX 2014 debut.
*** This is the expanded book version, the mini comic version is out-of-print ***
- See more at: http://www.birdcagebottombooks.com/shop/if-this-be-sin-book/#sthash.YVUF7evu.dpuf
You can also order my new book from my distributor! BBB is the best.
~~~BIG (_(_) GIVEAWAYYY~~~
I’m almost at 9000 followers (WOW cannot believe it…) so I am preemptively celebrating by doing this giveaway contest thing :o)
YOU (((yes you!))) COULD WIN the following from my shop :
- 5 x 2.25 inch buttons (1 confetti, 1 flower, 1 hand drawn, 1 sofa soft, 1 bricollage)
- 3 brooches (1 caterpillar, 1 flower, 1 pineapple)
- 2 cat flower barrettes
- 2 necklaces (1 mushroom, 1 hand painted wooden cross)
- 1 pair of mousey earrings
- 3 mini sticker packs (1 flowers, 1 doggie desserts, 1 fun pack)
- 11 ‘loose’ stickers (as seen in first photo)
+ extrassss (eggplant eraser, pretzel eraser i made, egg in pan thing, strawberry bead, pink paint poop, home made round crayon, paper scraps…
♥♥♥♥ lots ‘o stuff ♥♥♥♥
To enter please reblog post in full and have your askbox open so I can contact you if you win!!! (otherwise I will have to randomly pick another winner…)
OPEN WORLDWIDE BTW
The lucky one will be announced/contacted on the last day of August (31st)!
In the meantime ~~~ I have a new coupon code active right now for 20% off just use DREAMZINE until August 10th… On that day my shop will be closed while I attend Zine Dream in Toronto. After that AUGUSTSPECIAL coupon code will be activated for 10% off till this contest is over. :o)
♥ Thanks for reading!!! Thanks for following!!! ♥
edited bold bits new coupon code for the rest of this month!!! (also this contest is ongoing till the end of August too)
One week left whoaaaa!!!!! ~~~~
yoooo only two days left for this contest and the coupon O_O!
man, you inspire me to keep my dream of working on my own comic. Thanks.
I am very touched by that! I have no idea what I’m doing. I rip up pages every day in bleak frustration. If you don’t get to that hopeless, teeth-gritting phase at least once daily as you are feverishly erasing a penciled-too-thick dog snout and you realize yet again that nothing is happening in the story and you have drawn it eighty times before, you aren’t really living.
Jimmy, Bubble, and Timmy (our stray kitty) on a grand adventure~! A loose concept request in which I inserted m’cats.
In other new, Jimmy just got out of surgery. :( He’s been having poop issues for quite some time and it turned out the cause was an intussusception - which is when the intestine folds into itself for some reason and causes an obstruction. So they removed the bad piece of his intestine and they said he should not be sick anymore. So it’s good I think…. He is recovering now so please wish him well!
This image will be for sale as a print soon!
"The box remained empty until the end of the performance. Nevertheless, there was reasonable hope that, having been unable to attend the concert, for reasons she would explain, she’ll be waiting for him outside, at the stage door. She wasn’t there. And since the fate of hopes is always to breed more hopes, which is why, despite so many disappointments, they have not died out in the world, she might be waiting for him outside his building with a smile on her lips and the letter in her hand, Here you are, as promised. She wasn’t there either. The cellist went into his apartment like an old-fashioned, first-generation automaton, the sort that had to ask one leg to move in order to move the other one. He pushed away the dog who had come to greet him, put his cello down in the first convenient place and went and lay on his bed. Now will you learn your lesson, you idiot, you’ve behaved like a complete imbecile, you gave the meanings you wanted to words which, in the end, meant something else entirely, meanings that you don’t know and never will know, you believed in smiles that were nothing but deliberate muscular contractions, you forgot that you’re really five hundred years old, even though the years very kindly reminded you of this, and now here you are, washed up, lying on the bed where you were hoping to welcome her, while she’s laughing at the foolish figure you cut and at your ineradicable stupidity. His master’s rebuff forgotten, the dog came over to the bed to console him. He put his front paws on the mattress and pulled himself up to the height of his master’s left hand, which lay there like something futile and vain, and gently rested his head on it. He could have licked it and licked it again, as is the way with ordinary dogs, but nature had, for once, revealed her benevolent side and reserved for him a very special sensitivity, one that allowed him even to invent different gestures to express emotions that are always the same and always unique. The cellist turned toward the dog, and adjusted his position so that his head was only a few inches from the dog’s head, and there they stayed, looking at each other, saying, with no need for words, When I think about it, I have no idea who you are, but that’s not important, what matters is that we care about each other."