Consider this a preface as well. And yes I know I’ve misspelled it, but…
What comics exploded the flood wall of your comics status quo, and brought in a new expectation?
Give me five, and I’ll give you five. Actually I’ll give you my five first. Actually I’ll give you ten, and you give me ten. But first, five.
Okay, I was raised on Tintin, Asterix, Mad, and the Freak Brothers, as well as Marvel Team-Up, Fantastic Four, Dr. Strange, and Not Brand Ecch. So it isn’t like I didn’t know there was something else out there. But what I’m saying is, there’s a unique tension in American superhero comics. And here’s what blew that shit up into the stratosphere for me, bit by precious bit:
1. Deathlok, by Rich Buckler
2. Cerebus, by Sim and Gerhard
3. American Flagg, by Howard Chaykin
4. The One, by Rick Veitch
5. Shade, The Changing Man, by Ditko and Fleisher
That’s pretty much chronological. Then came:
6. Coyote, by Englehart and Leialoha
7. The Price, by Jim Starlin
8. Paradax, by Milligan and I-Don’t-Know-Who [EDIT: I am reminded that this was Brendan McCarthy, and also that I’m an idiot]
9. 100 Rooms, by Jaime
10. Ed The Happy Clown, by Chester Brown
And after that I was done for. Got ahold of some Eightball, a little Maggie The Mechanic, then Hate came along…
Started reading The Comics Journal...
When Ed started buying Sandman and Watchmen, I just about turned my nose up at them both. Then he threatened to punch me in the face if I didn’t read them. And I think he was serious.
Let this be a lesson: the comics buddy system is to be encouraged.
We’ll do this again, Bloggers; only next time it will be “Intuition Comics”.
Intuition that there may be something else out there.
Those were interesting comics!
But these ones are the ones just after that.
So let’s have yours. Because I really don’t know. When did you — or, did you ever, to this date — discover that there might be other ways to apply genre conventions than just to uphold genre conventions? And did you subsequently bail out, or stay in. You see, I bailed out; Ed stayed in, and dragged me back in. I think he might have been a little bit pissed at me there, for a year or two!
But it was his own fault: he started shoving me Fanta titles in the first place. “Where’s Batman?” I mewled at first.
“Fuck your Batman,” he told me sternly. “Read this Lloyd Llewellen rant. He’s the new Batman.”
Ah, the days past intuition…
My place in the gallery of history signed with an “X”, Jeeves.