This afternoon, I went to Barnes and Noble to see if a book I ordered three weeks ago, Panel One: Comic Scripts by Top Writers, was in yet. It turns out I’d never received the email notification, and the book had been pulled yesterday to be sent back to the warehouse…except it hadn’t been put away correctly, and the woman trying to locate it for me had to call the woman who manages holds to find the book for me.
When I went to check out, the woman who manages the holds happened to be at the register. She never said anything, but her eyes widened when she saw the book. She rang it up, and then politely asked me if I needed a gift receipt.
I was furious. Absolutely furious.
Fortunately, I’m still sick. I couldn’t manage much more than a snarky smile and confidently told her it wasn’t a gift. Again, she said nothing, but her face held such a look of surprise.
By the time we got to the house, I was fuming. My partner in all crimes of the geeky girl persuasion (otherwise known as artist Dena Neal) happened to be walking out as we were walking in, and I told her the whole story.
Now, you have to understand…Dena is a fellow manga fan, the illustrator for two of my future projects, and she’s working on launching her web comic. And she was just as irritated as I was. (Another girl was walking up as I told Dena what had happened, and she couldn’t believe it, either.)
To make matters worse, all of the contributing authors are listed on the front of the book, and one of them is Trina Robbins.
I honetly didn’t think I still lived in a world where it was completely unheard of for a woman to write comic books (or graphic novels). Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe I’ve just lived in the Geek Underworld for too long.
Oh, well. It turns out there’s a Panel Two, so I think I’ll just order it from Amazon.