G.T. Labs

Jim Ottaviani

Detroit, Sunday Oct. 20, ~5:30-8:30am

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Here’s today’s pre-dawn playlist. Don’t worry, I listened via an iPod, so I didn’t disturb the neighbors at The Inn on Ferry Street*:
The Love I Saw in You Was Just a Mirage by Smokey Robinson and The Miracles
The End of Our Road by Marvin Gaye
I Heard It Through the Grapevine by Gladys Knight & The Pips (The Randy Watson Experience Sympathy For The Grapes Mix)
You have to click on track 02 to hear this, but it’s worth the extra effort! You can go the YouTube route for a live, unmixed version. You’ll get to watch the Pips do their thing…and that’s always worth your time.
Then I ran the Detroit Half-Marathon, and posted my best ever time.** Coincidence?
* Which is a wonderful place to stay…just off Woodward, close to Wayne State and the Cultural Center.
** Which will cause no elite Kenyan runners to reconsider their life choices. But I’m happy. And tired.

World Science Festival/NYCC13 panel

wsf-nycc2013.jpgThank you to The World Science Festival for inviting me to take part in the best convention panel I’ve ever been on. Moderated by Jonathan Coulton (@jonathancoulton), it featured Dominic Walliman (@DominicWalliman) and Charles Soule (@CharlesSoule). All smart, all funny, all with interesting insights into comics and science…and all a great pleasure to meet and get to know.

You can see more photos from the panel at the WSF link above…and like the one here, courtesy of Erika Crown, you’ll know when I’m in one because I’m the guy with his mouth open.

New Teacher’s Guides for Feynman and Primates

First Second and I have created new teacher’s guides for Feynman and Primates. They look great (that’s because of First Second’s fabulous designers) and are full of useful information about the books (I can take some credit for that part). 

We think teachers…and casual readers too…will find them useful. You can find them at the links above. 

And, thanks for reading these, and all my other stories. As Banned Books Week approaches I’m inclined to paraphrase the oft-banned George Orwell and say that all readers are equal, but some readers are more equal than others. Those are the ones who head towards the bibliographies I include in my books and then read even more about these scientists!

G.T. Labs post office box…no more!

In the last year or so arrivals to my P.O. box have dwindled, so that now only virtual particles bubbling up from the vacuum and checks from my distributor have appeared there. So, it’s time to reduce the keys I carry around each day by one… 

I find myself sad to close it. It served me well for over a decade and I loved finding the yellow “a package is waiting for you” slip or a note from someone who just discovered one of my books and had to tell me about it by sending a letter. Paying a visit after a few weeks out of town was like unlocking a long-abandoned storage locker, one that might be full of treasure, and I have happy memories of using a trip to get my mail as a way to trick myself into getting a few miles of running in during the dead of winter.
Anyway, if you see reference to a post office box in older copies of my books and are hankering to mail beef jerky or chain letters or stuff I might actually want to hold in my hands, please don’t send it there. Instead, contact me via email and we’ll figure out what to do next.

I’m not sure what will happen to good old eighty-one forty-five next, but I’m about to find out. Or not…it probably transforms itself into a miniature black hole, from which nothing escapes. And yes, I’ve already made sure those checks don’t cross that event horizon!

Jim O. at Decatur Book Festival, Sunday, Sep. 1 at 4pm

PRIMATES coverI’ve never been to the Decatur Book Festival but have heard it’s great. So, time to go! 

I’ll be talking about Primates (and other books too, if you ask me about them) on Sunday, September 1st, at 4pm on the Teen Stage. If you’re in the neighborhood — which is in the neighborhood of Atlanta — I hope to see you there in a few days! 
For myself, I’m looking forward to talks by Virgina Morrell, Adam Rex, Caleb Scharf, and Brian Switek, and am sad that I won’t be there for Sen. John Lewis’ keynote and presentations by a bunch of other great authors. (I’ll probably miss Frans de Waal’s talk as well…but that’s because my signing happens at the same time. So if nobody shows up I’ll get to hear him, but I’ll be sad for a different reason!)

Primates: Did they really say that? Did that really happen?

I’ve received some notes from readers of Primates, wondering how much of what they read is really what our heroes said, and whether they did what we showed them doing.
So, here’s an example of how we adapted dialogue from two letters written by Jane Goodall to her family, from the camp she called Chimpland, and how we wove parts of them into the story. You can find the originals and many more in Africa in My Blood, one of the books we recommend at the end of Primates.
Let’s start with a paragraph from a letter dated (probably? Dale Peterson, Africa in My Blood’s editor, isn’t certain) September 19, 1960. The underlined text is in the original…the italics highlight what we used:
“It’s quite cold up on the mountains at dawn, now. An icy wind sweeps over the peaks, & one longs for the clouds to be swept away from the sun. Then, at 12 when the sun is hottest, the wind stops altogether & one nearly dies of heat! I am rapidly becoming like a piece of tough brown leather. Even when I slip down a few yards of shale, I find the skin on hands, elbows, legs, etc. is not broken! It’s rather a hoot! Today is my day for doing paper work — the 1st for 2 weeks when I have not been out. It feels very strange to be staying in camp all day but there is such a lot to do.”
Now, have a look at the dialogue on page 15 of Primates…
Primates 15, panels 1-3

Page 15, panel 1: I am rapidly becoming like a piece of tough brown leather.

Page 15, panel 2: Even when I slip down a few yards of shale, I find the skin on my  hands, elbows, legs, etc. is unbroken.
Page 15, panel 3: It’s rather a hoot!
Why the changes? First, I broke sentences up and spread them across different panels to try and create a rhythm and an interplay between the words and the pictures that Maris would soon draw. We don’t want her slipping in more than one panel, and we can’t jam all those words into a single panel, either. And because space is always at a premium in comics, minor changes like going from “is not broken” (13 characters) to “is unbroken” (11 characters) get made. Over the course of a whole book, those extra characters add up!
Now, from another letter, this one dated September 25, 1960:
“Another part of my job is messing around in dung, under their nests, to see what they’ve been eating! What a life, eh! Sometimes it suddenly comes over me how strange it all is, really. Here I am, an ordinary person, with my staff of 3, a camp, unlimited funds, and doing what I have always wanted to do. Not stuck away in some horrid office, out of the sunlight, but out in the open, sleeping under the stars, climbing the mountains, watching the animals. Is it possible? Can it really be me? Or is it some strange hallucination? The only sad part is that it’s so far away from all of you.”
I broke that apart so it became…
Page 15, panel 5: Not stuck in some horrid office, but out in the open.
Page 15, panel 6: Climbing mountains…
Page 16: Watching animals.
Page 22, panel 3: Is it possible? Can it really be me, here, now?
Page 22, panel 4: Or is it some strange hallucination? …No. It’s me.
Primates 15, panels 4-6

Primates 16

Again, pacing is important here, because I know page 16 will be a full page illustration — what comics creators call a “splash” — and we want to use the fewest possible words with the greatest possible impact there.
(Notice that on page 16 Jane doesn’t actually see any animals, but you, the reader, do see one: a human! All of a sudden you’re in Jane’s shoes; we hope that helped make you feel what she was feeling.)
On pages 17-21 we see her make her groundbreaking discovery, let her come back down off The Peak, and do some late-night writing in Chimpland. And you probably noticed that instead of removing words, I added some on page 22: “here, now?” and “…No, it’s me.” I did this to heighten the immediacy of what she’s writing. No question that it’s artistic license, but I hope you agree that it’s in the right voice, and it highlights what she’s feeling as she writes that letter.

Primates 21, bottom panels

What about those pesky pages 17-21, though? Did her discovery happen between the 19th and 25th of September? No. George Schaller visited the next month, in October, and she first recorded observing tool use in her journal on November 4 of that year. So I clearly shifted things around by a couple of months.
So, is the result non-fiction? Your answer will depend on how worried you are about the late-September to early-November 1960 chronology being in exactly the right order. But I would say yes…or at least it’s 96% non-fiction (see page 24!), because it’s what happened and what she said…edited for clarity and impact.
I could go on, but you get the idea…repeat this process scene after scene for two more scientists and 133 pages and you end up with Primates!
p.s. Because you probably wondered about this too, walking the path without clothes and carrying them in a plastic (“polyethylene”) bag comes from letters postmarked February 6, 1961 and April 25, 1963.
p.p.s. An alert reader caught a very silly (and embarrassing) error on page 11, where we have Louis place the Gombe Preserve in Nigeria instead of Tanzania. Now even though there is in fact a Gombe in Nigeria, the chances of Leakey making this mistake are small. As for me, I didn’t do it to save space, because that would just be dumb…and the mistake is plenty dumb enough! We’ll try to get that fixed in a future edition.
p.p.p.s. (added September 24, 2013) Enough folks have asked “What did Biruté sit on?!” that, even though it’s in the visuals, I now think I probably should have punctuated the scene with a caption to bring it home: This comes from pages 93 and 102 of Dr. Galdikas’s book Reflections of Eden, where a forestry official (Mr. Yusuran) warns her against sitting on any log, since they burn. Biruté G. thinks he’s making a confused reference to the biblical story of the burning bush, but…no. He was being literal about the effects of the sap, and she pays for the error with “a large, black area on my behind [that] looked as though it had been burnt to a crisp, like the skin of an overtoasted marshmallow.”