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Yeah, where are you coming from, man?
Maybe you're on the same page as me. I decided I was finally going to pick up that Harvey Comics themed Comic Book Artist I had been eyeing. It had been a rough week and I wanted to treat myself. But the store didn't have any copies, and I couldn't really justify buying even what I really wanted, so I found my refuge in the half-dollar bin (formerly the quarter bin)!
Here's what I picked up. Take notes, remorse.
Muktuk Wolfsbreath, Hard-Boiled Shaman #2. The title really says it all. I really like this series. Nice, compact, with a really weird yet appropriate mix of genres. I know most people wish Vertigo would go back to the old days when you'd pick up every series they published, but I prefer the more diverse, weirder, individualistic Vertigo. Now all I need is #3.
Heartthrobs #3. Largely garbage. I find the introduction page (in which the artists describe themselves via their worst heartbreak) to be the best part of the book. However, this one has an excellent story by Peter Milligan and Eduardo Risso that makes it worth the 50 cents alone. It concerns a woman who finds the best catch available is a long dead Romantic poet. No real surprises, but it's cute. Hell, I would've even paid a whole dollar for it!
Black Jack. The God Of Comics' epic tale of a rogue surgeon! C'mon! Two Fisted Medical adventures. ER be damned!
Dexter's Laboratory #1. I have a real fondness for that limited, heavy-lined style of animation. One of the best comics I picked up this year was the Dexter's Lab with Action Hank. This issue has Dexter enter a comic book, where great big gobs of Kirbyesque silliness ensue.
And a few comics for my care package to SFD that shall remain nameless.
The Green Team. Oh, yes. Saving the best for last. Not since Prez has Joe Simon enthalled us with such boyish adventure and pointed social commentary. A team of young, bored millionaries take on zany challenges just for kicks. This is almost as exciting as owning Super-Heroes vs. Super Gorillas!
And in Montreal over the weekend I picked up a water damaged copy of Hey, Wait for next to nothing. Highly recommended. It only takes a few minutes to read but it will break your heart. And LLB, wherever you are, it's just one more comic out of dozens that have affected me more than only the fewest movies or literature. I think comics have been working at that level for quite a few years now.
OK, I'm going to go read something with a gorilla on the cover now. Night! |
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