The downside about regularly reading a lot of comics is that it's hard to be surprised anymore: being immersed in all the talent (name or otherwise) making everything from superhero monthlies to graphic novels comes with its own set of expectations per the specific talent.
I've never read anything by Frank M. Young or David Lasky which, for the sake of my picking up their years in the making graphic novel The Carter Family: Don't Forget This Song (published by Abrams ComicArts), made it an unexpectedly better reading experience than an initial flip between its hardcovers hinted it would be.
The Carter Family tells the story of A.P. Carter, his wife Sara, and their band The Carter Family--the first commercially popular music band (in there case, country)--who came from the mountains of Virginia to start a musical legacy that can be felt today, but in a six degress of Kevin Bacon sort of way. And that's not to denigrate their contribution to country music, the commercialization of entertainment, or even the preservation of the old country tunes collected by A.P. through his career.
I've heard it said many times that music and comics don't mix. I would argue with that, but only in the case of music that is so embedded in the vernacular that the reader can't help but "hear" it as a soundtrack to the sequence that attempts to mix the two (the best example, to my immediate mind, would be Arne Bellstorf's excellent Baby's in Black graphic novel, which showcases the Beatles' music throughout). I could have listened to the bonus CD included in this hardcover, while reading, but decided to hold off until after the reading experience, to keep it pure. The truth is, music doesn't work but so well in The Carter Family, but the book isn't about their music: it's about the family's trial and tribulations, from A.P.'s workaholic nature to Sara's cheatin' ways, and the newborn music industry's effect on them and their simple country life.
The Carter Family is a surprisingly engaging and disarming biography, told in a non-pretentious manner. Young preserves the dialect (remember dialect? That long-lost narrative art form where the characters speak in "funny accents" that denote where they're from, abolished mostly for its association with minstrel humor?) of the Carters and their ilk, in a historian's honest way. Lasky's art, the story broken down into several small panels, and populated with a thin penline and frequent stippling, owes more than a nod to Harold Gray's art on Little Orphan Annie, while the break-up of the book into several shorter chapters, some more vignettes than others, evokes the Sunday comics page on more than one occasion. The major downside is in the art, which becomes inconsistent throughout the graphic novel, going from tightly drawn with heavily-rendered (relatively speaking, for Lasky's style) to more loose with a thicker contour line.
But in all, The Carter Family is worth picking up, even if you're not a fan of country music. Chances are the book's strength--it's disarming packaging--might keep it under the radar to the comics world at large.
