Monday, September 11, 2006

Book-A-Day #56 (9/11): Batman and the Monster Men by Matt Wagner

I abandoned the book I was reading for the SFBC this morning and dived into another one after the weekly SFBC Monday morning meeting, in which Ellen Asher and I (and whoever else is around that week) try to figure out what we're doing and what happens next.

So I didn't finish that one, and it doesn't count for book-a-day. The new one is long, so I won't finish it for a couple of days. So I got to grab something from the teetering pile of comics 'n stuff, and this was it.

It's yet another untold (or maybe retold is more like it) story from the early career of Batman. It's a pretty good Batman story, so, if you're in the market for a new Batman story, this could fit the bill. However, Wagner is capable of immensely better work than this, and I hope the comics market has bounced back enough that he can go back to doing his own stories, instead of rehashing '70s stories that rehashed '40s stories.

Feh. There was a time when seeing one of my favorite comics creators doing a big mainstream underwear book would have been fresh and exciting, but that was a good fifteen years ago. Now it's just annoying.

1 comment:

whoami123 said...

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We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!

You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.

Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.

There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.

Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Whoami

P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."

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