Work was rough today and on my way to get my cell phone fixed, I stopped off at the comic book store for some therapy.My monthly regular comics habit is supplied from a comic shop online that gives me a deal but I occasionally stop by the local store for impulse buys or to pick up a single issue that is eluding me.
So, here’s what I got:
The Amazing Spider-Man #569: After reading Ellis’ take on Norman Osborn (two parts George W. Bush, one part Joker) I was curious to see how Norman would be in a spider-book. Also, after years of reading and digging Ultimate Spider-man I am curious to see how a Spider-man my own age is doing.
The use of Eddie Brock was nifty, as a kind of recovering addict of the Venom symbiote and Osborne is cuh-razy, though has amnesia apparently, so he only remembers that there is some link between Parker and as Osborne calls him, “the bug.” I waited all issue for Spider-man to correct him about being a bug and it never happened.
It was okay, nothing special. If it is a late night at Wegman’s and I need something to read with my sherbert binge, I’ll give a future issue a shot.
Air #1: It is a Vertigo title and it had an endorsement quote from Neil Gaiman. It was about a stewardess and it was trying to make some kind of a statement about terrorism and airlines. I couldn’t get through it and skimmed to the end just to make sure there wasn’t some kind of a big reveal that would blow my mind.
There is always that feeling when you pick up a Vertigo title. Am I getting on the ground floor of a Sandman, a Preacher, a 100 Bullets, or a Fables? No, not this time.
Doktor Sleepless #3 & 4:I wasn’t thrilled with the first issue of Doktor Sleepless and Elllis’ work on Avatar’s label has been hit or miss for me, mostly miss. But issue 3 had the words, “Don’t worry ma’am we’re from the internet” on the cover and I couldn’t deny it.
I came away with the same feelings I had from Global Frequency, each issue had a cool idea and just not enough going on around it to make it worth my while. Ellis has cool ideas about the future but there wasn’t enough character meats to keep me chewing.
But I’ll always go back to Ellis and give him a few issues worth of a shot because you never know when you might stumble into Planetary, Stormwatch, The Authority, Black Summer, Transmetropolitan, or my favorite of his, Fell.
Anna Mercury #1 and 3: I have no idea what is going on. Maybe this is because I am missing issue 2. It is perhaps more telling that I just don’t care about not knowing what is going on. This is a neo-pulp comic book about a fictnaut (yeah, he doesn’t use that word but its right out of Planetary) with red hair, wielding two guns in a tight leather outfit in a fictional zeppelined out city called New Ataraxia. The city is stunningly rendered with signs that say things like, “Magnetism: The way of the future.”
No idea what is going on but I’m in.
The reveal at the end of issue 3 is fun stuff and the constant banter with Mercury Launchpad reminds me a whole lot of Lacuna’s Control.
I’m in. You got me.
Batman R.I.P. #679-678: What is Grant Morrison up to? I had read the first arc of his Batman run and while the introduction of his son via Talia from the Batman: Son of the Demon graphic novel, the first hardback comic book I ever owned, tickled my geek, it just wasn’t that damned compelling.
I talked with my buddy, Pete, about Batman comics and neither of us knew what was going on with it. So, I picked up the most recent issue off of the rack and it grabbed me.
Also, Marvel announced a big, purty hardback for Morrison’s six issue mini-series, Marvel Boy and that was a doozy of a fun, rockin’ comic.
Long story short, Batman is having a nervous breakdown, folks are digging up stuff on the Waynes and it isn’t all that nice. Turns out Martha and Thomas had a hard party streak and there were even rumors back in the day that their first born son, Bruce, might’ve really been the son of the BUTLER!
I have no idea if the villain of the piece is really a fractured piece of Bruce Wayne or what.
A nice phone conversation with Janaki while watching some pretty people play volleyball, nine comics, a talk with Bret about Dogs in the Vineyard and our yearning to play us some Darkpages and the work-day is long behind me.