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Barbara Kesel writes, with art duties split between Jill Thompson (Amazaonian Island etherea, all flowy lithe fullness) and Amanda Conner (Gendered World Extant, filled with them man-things, pointy and polluted and confused, empty space), operating as a blatant psychoanalytical metaphor thingy, with ropes and swords and the occasional flaglike swimsuit and eagle-esque armor. Colors by Lynn Varley.
There's an 'All Star Wonder Woman', especially if Diana gets to stab people frequently. And lecture on peace and love. Yes.
Everything is fake, or place-holder. Or, y'know, just something different from what I'd like.
(And, no none of those were chosen specifically because they were women. I just sat down and thought of who I like to see do the series the most. On relook, it's all women, with the far extreme hope being CLAMP, and I've begun wondering if women ever get to do a 'Wonder Woman' series.) |
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