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REQUIRED READING The Dozen Comics Series' That Made Unca Cheeks Smile and Smile Most During the Last Twelve Months (Give or Take): Pt. 1 Contrary to popular misconception I don't absolutely loathe and despise all comics currently being conceived; created; and/or distributed today. Granted, the mainstream (or even quasi-mainstream,
for that matter) comics I don't find crass and unspeakable in the extreme
are vastly outnumbered by the far more massive phalanx of those I do
regard as flagrant violations of the Geneva Conference articles of warfare.
We live, after all, in an age in which both tastes and standards have been steadily
eroded and bastardized by two decades-plus of X-MEN sales supremacy; of totemization
of the continuity-obsessed fanboyus pinheadus as the "rightful" audience
for all mainstream fare; and the exaltion of Rob Liefeld as a major industry
"talent." Just to name three contributing factors to the ongoing
overall creative malaise nowadays, mind. Still it certainly isn't impossible,
by any means, to find intelligent and craftsmanlike works out there, given the
requisite amount of due diligence (and assuming one has cast a wide enough net).
Certain creators, in particular -- a Grant Morrison, here; a Chuck
Dixon, there -- may nearly always be counted upon to deliver the storytelling
"goods," nine hundred and ninety-nine times out of every thousand. The dozen comics series' which follow, on this page and the next, are the twelve which I found most entertaining and worthwhile, over the course of the last year or so. For those of you out there who keep asking and asking, via e-mail "... so which books are you reading nowadays, then...?" knock it off, already. A few notable exceptions from this list will be readily apparent to the more astute reader. Frank Miller's SIN CITY had a "slow" year (due to that worthy's having focused the bulk of his attentions elsewhere), and thus didn't make its usual place on my "short-short" list. STARMAN has (in my humble opinion) "dragged," of late, in the course of its lengthy "space travel" epic. The jury is still out, in these quarters, on MAGE II and INHUMANS; and my inclination to limit this list to comics still readily available to the interested reader meant that such laudable efforts as MAJOR BUMMER and CHASE received rather shorter shrift, in this instance, than they might otherwise have merited. (And Mark Waid's recent KINGDOM opus is [rightfully] slated for its own separate close-up examination, in the months to come. Just in case you were all wondering about that.) With those codicils in mind, then these twelve were (and remain) the brightest spots in my comics year, at any rate. # 12 On any major league baseball team
(yes; this is going to be another one of Unca Cheeks' baseball metaphors, here.
Deal with it.), there is a particularly invaluable position player commonly
known as "the utility infielder." It's a well-thought-out little tale, with writer Dixon
covering every last conceivable plot point or objection you can think of...
and then some. (Modern-day merchant ocean freighters, for example,
utilizing "weather wizards" in place of navigators; surgical procedures routinely
being handled by shamen, rather than surgeons; etc.) #11 If it weren't for the endlessly innovative likes of writer Mark Evanier... modern-day mainstream comics would be even more relentlessly humorless; soul-deadening; and "Clairmont"-ized than they are right now. (As horrifying a prospect as that might be to consider.) Mark's six-part FANBOY limited series -- in storytellingconjunction
with long-time GROO THE WANDERER accomplice Sergio Aragones, as well
as a small flotilla of penciling "special guest stars" -- takes a good, healthy
(and much-overdue) whack! at the over-stuffed piñata of
modern comics fanboy pretentiousness and narcissistic self-absorption.
And, oh! The delightful four- color candies which come tumbling
out -- !
[See cover reproduction, accompanying] The
satire (while often pointed) is never anything less than spot-on. (One
particularly delicious example a contemplative Finster muses that "...
when I was younger, I used to wonder what the essential difference was
between men and women... but since I hit teen-age, the
difference has become obvious. The men all want to kill
me, and the women all want me to drop dead on my own.")
One might, I suppose, reasonably advance the notion that mocking the modern-day
comics fanboy is roughly as daunting an intellectual challenge as cheating a
four-year-old at Trivial Pursuit... There's a not-inconsiderable amount of affronted online huffing and puffing, on the part of various comics fans, to the effect that "... well... I, for one, didn't find it 'funny'! No, sir! Not one little bit!" Which only proves Mark's point, of course. #10 Given that I've already rhapsodized,
at not-inconsiderable length, over the wonder and the glory that is Mark
Waid's CAPTAINAMERICA,
on this site... I'll simply limit myself to the following observation, in this
particular: #9 You know sometimes, your Unca
Cheeks really and truly does know of despair. This published-whenever- she-damned-well- feels-like
it black- and-white series concerns itself with the (alternately) lunatic and
endearing (mis)adventures of one "Pfirsich Rommel" the openly, flagrantly
gay younger brother of notorious Nazi Erwin ("The Desert Fox") Rommel. The fictitious "Pfirsich Rommel" was placed in charge
of anAfrika
Corps army battalion by his brother, the elder Rommel -- in an attempt to protect
his beloved (and studiedly pacifistic) sibling, you see; gays being no more
loved or tolerated by the Nazis than any other minority; sort of a "hide-in-
plain-sight" scenario, if you see what I'm getting at, here -- staffed with
the most incredible assortment of maladroits and malcontents you've ever bloody
seen in any comic book not headlined by one of the characters
from Chuck Jones' studio.
The patient and protective Pfirsich (in turn) -- who dreams wistfully of the
day he can return once more to a peaceful homeland, and attend tea cotillions
-- mothers and frets over his equally non-violent "charges" with all the single-minded
solicitude of a Teutonic mother hen. Lookit the book is just a clutching-desperately-at-your-sides-while-
No one who's ever taken The Unca Cheeks Challenge on
this comic (i.e., "For the love of all that's holy! Read this --
!") has ever come back to him with a thumbs-down after the experience. #8 The "rap" on writer Peter David,
in some online circles, is this that he (so the belief goes) "writes
to the bit." There has been -- in all of recorded human history -- precisely one
"great" HULK writer; only one writer, since the
three-decades-agone Steve Skeates to write AQUAMAN
in such a way as to make it (however briefly) a "hot"
fan favorite title; and -- more to the point -- but ONE writer top find a new
"wrinkle" on the hoary old comics cliche of the "kid's group" since the
introduction of THE LEGION OF SUPER-HEROES, back
in the early 1960s. Said "kids," in this particular series' line-up --
Superboy; Impulse; Robin; Wonder Girl; etc. -- do
anything and EVERYthing that you and I would do, in the unforseen
cosmic event that we'd been left Powers Above and Beyond Those of Ordinary
Men by a universe too bone-stupid to realize what an incalculable error it was
making at the time. They spray paint the legend HANSON SUCKS all
over their android "guardian"; they lie shamelessly to their respective super-powered
mentors; and bicker non-stop over which one gets to ride "shotgun" in their
team vehicle. If that's "writing to the bit"... then, brother put me down for an additional side order of eighteen or twenty o' dem fries. This series -- much like Grant Morrison's JLA;
much like Mark Waid's KINGDOM; much like the "No Man's Land" story arc,
currently running throughout the various BATMAN-related
titles --was predestined (to hear the online savants snuffle and sneer over
it, before its debut) to Suck Mightily. #7 Alan Moore should be declared a bloody national resource. He doesn't have to give us stuff such as THE
LEAGUE OF
EXTRAORDINARY GENTLEMEN, after all. He made his storytelling "rep" long
ago, with such attention-snaring mega-hits as SWAMP THING and THE WATCHMEN.
Like fellow U.K. expatriates Neil Gaiman (now a successful prose stylist)
and Grant Morrison (accomplished playwright) he hasn't actually
needed to "slum" in the mainstream American comics ghetto for a good
long while, now. Whichever the impetus -- "a" or "b" -- I'm certainly
thankful the generous and talented sir chose to indulge in it, insofar
as the (frankly) mind-boggling THE LEAGUE OF EXTRAORDINARY GENTLEMEN is concerned.
The Top Six Books of the past year (in your Unca Cheeks'
estimation); coming right up, on Page Two of REQUIRED READING. "REQUIRED READING The Dozen Comics Series' That Made Unca Cheeks Smile and Smile Most During the Last Twelve Months (Give or Take)" (PAGE TWO) |
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