I suppose we all grew up with comics. They were a guilty pleasure for me – for some reason my mother thought that they would addle my brain somehow so I used to read them in secret, borrowed from friends or picked up in those bargain bins they used to have in the news agents for pennies. Beano. Hotspur. All those ones with Spitfires and plucky tommies dodging bullets on the covers. As a student, my mate Mark had a thing for 2000AD, which both thrilled me and horrified me with its creative dystopian bleakness. Then I sort of stopped reading comics. They were for kids after alland my mum might have been right all along.

Something is changing though. The dominance of Marvel might be part of it, with the superhero genre taking centre stage. They are emphatically NOT my thing though, even the films that transcend the limitations of the superhero genre (bombastic conversation – ludicrous fight – bombastic conversation – ludicrous fight – repeat) to deliver something more nuanced and intelligent tend to leave me cold. And anyway, these films are live action now, despite all the CGI. No, something else is going on. The Graphic Novel is on the rise…

Forget comics. These are not disposable pieces of distraction. They are not even comic. They can be moving, inspiring and challenging in ways that all the best art really should be.

My window into this world is my mate Si Smith, who for years I have heard get excited about graphic novels and animated films that I had never heard of. I still mostly did not ‘get’ them, even if it was hard not to be caught up in his enthusiasm. I am too wedded to words perhaps. Also, the incredible craft needed to put together a whole story line in graphic form is hard to grasp for muggles life me.

Well, time to change all that.

A few months ago, I got my first read of this. 

It is brilliant. You should buy it. If it is a new art form to you, here is some advice; treat reading it almost like you would a spiritual discipline. Lectio Divina or something like that. I know, that sounds blasphemous right? Follow me on this though- I suggest reading it through once quite quickly. Then notice the sound track- read it through again, much more slowly, allowing the songs to filter in too (there is playlist on Spotify under the same name if you use this.) Of course, the story will have nagged at you as you were reading. Then it might be time to think about meaning. What is this story about? Why is the main character doing what he is doing? What is driving him? Perhaps too, you will come to ask, what is the relationship between this story and Lent? Next, allow individual images to speak to you. Expressions, moments of tender observation…

Or you could forget all that and just enjoy the creativity- which brings me to this. Si has been running a side blog that reveals something of the process of how a piece of work like this comes together. Check it out here.

It gives a glimpse onto the way that each image is constructed layer by layer. A lot of the images are from another piece of work, also brilliant, called Abide with me.

This is a very different piece of work, concerning itself with the ever present but often ignored issue of dementia. It is the story of one day, told from three different perspective, in three different zines. A man with dementia, his wife and their visiting son.

It is really great to celebrate the success of a friend, but this is no puff piece. Don’t take my word for it, get hold of these things for yourself. Allow them to open up a new world for you. You won’t regret it.

Economics has sold us a story of gloom over the last decade or so. Experts in the field (who seem to have been very poor at both predicting the scale of the crash, or learning from it, according to their own students) have mostly given us the language of austerity, of scarcity, of what we can not afford. What little hope that could be offered was measured in miserly predictions of growth, or increases in people working insecure low-paid jobs.

There is no ‘Magic Money Tree’, according to Theresa May- at least not for those of us who are in the most need. Quantitive Easing (QE) which might be regarded as the very definition of a magic money tree, only bears fruit for those who can reach the very top.

A few months ago, I began a conversation with an economics professor that I hope to continue. I asked him what hope economics can offer us- as in where are the inspiring stories, the people who see differently within the field? What alternatives are being proposed? In the end though, the conversation tended to revolve around doing more of the same, only doing it better. Perhaps my naivety might have left me hoping for some kind of magic bullet, some kind of break-through brilliance that could turn the dreadful elitist and unsustainable inequalities of our current system upside down and ‘let the grand correction commence.’ Anyway, I was left disappointed.

But the conversation is only just beginning. There are of course many other economic perspectives that directly contradict what is happening within our economy at present, and not just from the old binary divisions proposing a Marxist analysis, or a return to the Keynsian hegemony of the fifties.

Interestingly, one of the ideas that has occupied my thinking for a couple of years now is Localism. Then, over the last couple of days, I have heard it discussed both on the radio, and in a rather fascinating article in the Guardian (more of this later.)

By Localism, I mean simply this;

• Strengthening and developing local community resources, markets and networks
• Pushing back globalised corporations, and loosing their grip on government
• Finding local solutions to local problems wherever possible
• Contracting out/employing local businesses and skills wherever possible
• Valuing small over distant conglomerates
• Investing money in local projects
• Using localised banking and credit unions
• Encourage local cashless exchanges
• Encourage co-operatives and small community development projects.
• Grow food locally wherever possible
• Make things locally wherever possible

Why?

Well, the economic benefits are startling. Then there are the environmental benefits. Then there are the potential benefits to local democratic processes. Perhaps most importantly, localism speaks to our humanity in a way that globalisation can not. It allow us to focus on human-scale connection within known community, not on bloody ‘brand loyalty’. It reminds us that we are not just consumers, we are also neighbours who are responsible for one another and in charge of our own collective destiny.

But don’t take my word for it- check out the article here by Aditya Chakrabortty, which describes developments in Preston, Lancashire (of all places), somewhere I know well, having lived there or thereabouts for most of my early to mid adulthood.

Here are a few quotes for those of you who are too busy to read the whole thing;

…the city council no longer plays that game. Instead it has adopted a guerrilla localism. It keeps its money as close to home as possible so that, amid historically drastic cuts, the amount spent locally has gone up. Where other authorities privatise, Preston grows its own businesses. It even creates worker-owned co-operatives…

 

…calculations in 2013 showed that a mere fraction – one quid for each £20 spent – stayed in Preston. Much of the rest was going to building firms headquartered in London, say, or to global catering companies.

Years before PFI builder Carillion keeled over and the rest of the country realised the importance of which particular private firms take public money, Preston had already begun fretting about where its pounds were going. “There was all this money in the community and it was leaking out,” says Brown. The Federation of Small Businesses has published research by CLES showing that for every pound spent with a small or medium-sized firm, 63p is respent locally. That drops to 40p for every pound given to a large or multinational company….

Decades of hollowing out and of contracts going to big companies elsewhere means Preston doesn’t have much of a local economy left. There is no shoal of eager contenders clamouring for each new job. Some firms simply aren’t used to applying for big contracts, so need coaxing. In other cases, Community Gateway asks bidders to detail how they will employ locally, provide training, and partner with other local businesses.

In 2015, Lancashire county council put a contract to provide school meals out to tender. That was impossibly large for local firms, so officers broke it into bite-size chunks. There was a tender to provide yoghurt, others for sandwich fillings, eggs, cheese, milk, and so on. One contract was split into nine different lots. It meant officials actually shaping a market to fit their society – and it worked. Local suppliers using Lancashire farmers won every contract and provided an estimated £2m boost to the county.

Preston is trying to do localism on a big scale. But what does it look like on a small scale? I am on the verge of becoming involved in something called the South Cowal Community Development Company. We are looking at various plans for investing in our small community. Buying the local shop perhaps and making it a hub for all sorts of other activities. Developing renewable energy sources and investing the income locally. Who knows where it will go? But it will be above all things, local.