Showing posts with label John Byrne. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Byrne. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Adventures of Superman #444, 480, 488, 489


I have a “junk pile” of comics. These are, mostly, made up of comics that I owned before I began “collecting” comics; a motley assortment of random drug-store purchases and hand-me-downs from who-knows-where. They used to sit in the bottom drawer of the desk in my old room in my parents house. When I began collecting, these comics were kept separate, from what I was buying and bagging in protective sleeves. If you asked me about these comics when I was a teenager, I’d probably say they were comics in either very poor condition (a few are missing their covers outright) or that they were so corny that I would be embarrassed to include them in my “real” collection. (This junk pile included, among other things: a half dozen random Marvel Tales, Marvel’s three-issue A-Team mini-series, and about twenty semi-random issues of Marvel’s Star Wars comic.) And yet these comics stuck around, because my collecting-mentality couldn’t bear to discard even the comics I had essentially already discarded. When my wife and I bought our house three years ago, my mother unceremoniously handed over four or five boxes of my old crap that she had been wanting to get rid of, and among those boxes was my “junk pile”. I weeded through those comics and ended up pulling out a few dozen issues that, as an adult, I had a nostalgic attachment to. I now have a “not-really-junk pile” and a “junkier pile”; the whereabouts of the latter is unknown, either donated to some Goodwill store, or buried in a basement closet, while the “not really junk pile” sits, unbagged, on a shelf; part of my comic collection but, still, not really part of my comic collection.

I mention all this for two reasons: to explain why I own issue 34 of DC Comics Presents and the why it is not counted as one of the comics in the 5,600+ that are part of this project. This comic is from 1981, featuring a team-up between Superman, Captain Marvel, and the rest of the Marvel family, as they battle Mr. Mxyzptlk , Mr. Mind, and King Kull. Among other things, it also included Supes and Marvel being transported to an alternate dimension populated by talking bunnies, one of whom was, of course, Bunny Marvel. (A serendipitous bonus: the “next issue” blurb promised a Superman/Man-Bat team up! Man, now I need to track that sucker down!)  It’s all played straight—even Marvel Bunny—and clearly meant for a young audience. But I got to tell you: I enjoyed reading this issue more than I did these four Adventures of Superman comics.

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Action Comics 760 - 766, 769 -770

It’s been over two weeks since I started writing this entry. I still can’t figure out why I can’t say anything about these issues, although the three rough drafts suggest that there is something to say, even if’s to provide an excuse to italicize as many words as possible. There seem to be three threads running through these drafts. Let me summarize them:
  1. Explaining why I would begin collecting a comic after I had stopped collecting it.
  2. Explaining the editorial shift in the Superman comics circa 1999.
  3. Analyzing the relationship between Superman and Wonder Woman. Again.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

Action Comics 710 – 717


In issue 711, at the climax of “The Death of Clark Kent”, when Superman confronts Conduit, he does something very dramatic: Superman takes off his costume, offering to fight his enemy not as Superman but as Clark Kent. After all, Conduit is really Kenny Braverman (subtle, huh?), Clarks childhood friend. It is Clark that Kenny has grown to hate; it is Clark’s life that Kenny has been systematically attacking for the last two months worth of comicbooks. It’s a powerful moment, as it clearly illustrates that there is a difference between Superman and Clark Kent. Except everything else in this story, as well as what follows, shows there’s no difference between the two at all.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Action Comics #600

As I mentioned in my first Action Comics post, I was more of a Marvel Zombie than a DC . . . um . . .what are DC fans called? Well, whatever they were, it wasn’t me. Just didn’t look interesting to my 12 year-old-brain. And yet, with the impeccable logic of a 12 year old whose head was spinning with the heady potential of collecting, the idea of having a comic that I bought today become valuable in the future had me willing to buy anything that had the potential to be worth money down the road. Such a topsy-turvy view of economics and investment strategy is why I majored in English and not Accounting.