For those arriving late, Joe Simon was one of the founding fathers of the American comic book. He was in the business from almost the very start, and was working with his long-term creative and business partner Jack Kirby almost as early. Together, they created Captain America, which simultaneously established what is now Marvel Comics and the way in which superhero stories are best told. They then went off to DC, where they revitalised or created a number of other superheroes, as well as creating the "kid gang" genre. After the war, they invented the romance comic genre (which lasted for 30 years even though most of their successors were anaemic in comparison to the originators), made substantial contributions to the crime, horror, war and western genres, and continued to develop their work in the superhero and kid gang fields. They were ridiculously successful, though they split up in the comicbook slump of the mid-fifties, and only once and briefly worked together again after that. Simon dabbled in all sorts of fields, and occasionally appeared in mainstream comics with strange, anomalous and misunderstood titles like Brother Power the Geek (too odd to describe here) and Prez (nearly as odd). Kirby went on to do a few strips you might have heard of, too.
About twenty years ago, Simon brought out a book called "The Comic Book Makers", his memories of his peers in the industry of the 1940s and 1950s. This autobiography is a sequel of sorts, and though its style appears artless it's one of the most captivating books I've read all year, the sort of thing that you pick up from the bedside table intending to read for ten minutes, only to put the light out 90 minutes later knowing you're not going to get enough sleep but not caring anyway.
You see all those comments above headed "Review", under "Product Description"? Every single one of them is correct. Even, God forbid, the one from Ain't It Cool News. Simon has a highly engaging, conversational style - it's like spending time with a coherent, truthful Grandpa Simpson who's actually done something with his life.
The target audience for this book must be comic book fans of a certain age - mea culpa - but what struck me was how interesting it was when Simon was talking about other things entirely, like the towns he grew up in, his family's roots (in Leeds, of all places), his time working in newspapers in the 1930s, his wartime service in the coastguard and his children. He has a habit of going on interesting diversions; it's like he's taking a conversation for a walk.
Towards the end of the book, you get the impression that Simon has chosen not to mention much about certain aspects of his private life: the long and evidently unhappy years after his wife's death are brushed over, and there's a hint that one of his children had a disability. It's his right not to discuss these matters, but many readers would probably like to know more, not out of prurience but because we just want to know more about a fascinating, eloquent man who's clearly led a very interesting and rewarding life.
Because of my interest in American comic books I bought this thinking I'd learn something more about them: I did, but the real pleasure, and the real interest, was in all the other stuff, and in feeling I'd got to know a highly interesting, very engaging and totally distinctive character. I was disapppointed when I finished this book, but only because I wanted it to go on for so much longer.