Showing posts with label Comics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Comics. Show all posts

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Introductions are in order.

No, I'm not introducing anyone or anything. In this past Friday's "Five for Friday" feature, Tom Spurgeon asked his readers to provide, and I quote, "Five of Your Favorite Comics/GN Introductions". Well, sometimes I'm pretty hit and miss with Tom's FFFs; occasionally I'll immediately think of more than five of the given topic, and sometimes it's a real struggle to come up with anything even close to that number. Sometimes, I can't think of anything at all, and I don't participate. That was the situation this week.

Now, when it comes to text introductions to graphic novels and collections, generally, if I read them at all, they don't really stick with me. More often as not, it's just a friend, collaborator, inspiration, or acquaintance of the writer and/or artist, paying back a favor or gladhanding a little. Sometimes I wonder if someone like Walter Cronkite himself could even be bothered writing an introduction to a Peanuts collection; bet a nickel that he had an assistant do it as a favor to ol' Chuck Schulz. For the life of me, I couldn't think of any forewords/introductions that I thought were remarkable enough to come out of hiding in the vast, cobweb-bedecked, shuttered up and boarded-doored archive of my mind.

So, the next thing I thought of were actual intros in the comics themselves; one which occurred to me was those long-winded speeches that the Phantom Stranger, the Rod Serling of Comics, would give before the lead stories in his 70's comic. They fit the character, and Len Wein in particular excelled at it. And then I thought of one other example: the introduction slash infodump that Jim Starlin gave us in Strange Tales #178, via a character named "Sphinxor from the Star System Pegasus", when he relaunched the Adam Warlock character and began that memorable, and short, run of stories back in the mid-70s...and enraptured young David Jones of Horse Cave, KY in the process.

But, alas, I could think of no others, and that's why you won't see Johnny Bacardi among this week's participants. But, thought I, perhaps I could share that Starlin-written and illustrated intro with all of you. And that's just what I'm gonna do. Below, from Strange Tales #178, cover dated February of 1975, the first (and only, I guess) appearance of Sphinxor, and a nifty recap of the Adam Warlock story to that point.




Now that's an introduction. Amiwrong?

Sunday, February 13, 2011

So...how's it going?

Having a good new year so far?

This is my first post here of the year 2011. I really hate that I don't update this blog as often as I once did, but that's the way it goes sometimes. Life in the Meat World is hectic and often frustrating, and I often have trouble getting myself in the proper mental place to write. I do still post stuff all over the place at odd times, just not here...and while it's possible that I'm spreading myself too thin, often it's just quicker and easier to post in those places. And those places are:

Twitter, of course. I'm always blathering on about something there. I hope you'll follow me in case I accidentally say something profound in 140 characters or less.

I've been posting mostly images of this and that on my Tumblr blog, called I Come Tumbl'n. That's kinda taken the place of the images I used to post here. Last night, I thought I would start a mini-feature of sorts, in which I'll post a page a day from Thriller, until I decide to stop.

Speaking of Thriller, I'm afraid I'm not going to be upgrading the venerable old website anytime soon; although I did reserve a Wordpress blog a few months ago with the idea that I might recreate it in blog form. Someday, I'll give the series and its creators a proper spotlight.

I'm on Facebook, and post a lot of links and videos there, which probably irritates my friends and family no end but I do get positive feedback as well, so feel free to friend me there if you like. I deleted my MySpace page last week, so don't look for me there.

If you miss my opinions and thoughts on recent comics and graphic novels, please check out my more-or-less weekly column over at Popdose, Confessions of a Comics Shop Junkie. Perhaps someday I'll start capsule reviewing my new comics purchases here again, but it won't be anytime soon.

I've also been invited to participate in a group blog about pop culture called Poplitiko; many, many fine writers have contributed already. I haven't put anything up there just yet, but I plan to do so as soon as I can get some coherent thoughts together. Chances are it won't be about comics; my first post will most likely be about my favorite year in music, 1974.

I still post the odd sketch on the ol' LiveJournal, as well as my DeviantArt page.

Geez, I am spread thin!

OK. How about some personal stuff! Actually, it had crossed my mind to make this blog more diary-like, but I'm not sure how much I want to do that. I din't think my personal life is all that interesting. I'm still working at the small print shop full time, though decreased business has caused the owner to cut us back to 4 days a week instead of 5...this is not a pleasing development, but we've managed to get by OK so far. Needless to say, I am considering my options and have been looking around for other jobs, but let's face it, my age is a handicap now. I've also begun to entertain thoughts of a career change for the first time in my life...but what, I can't say right now. Anyway, I still work part-time at the radio station, and right now, during basketball season, I'm getting enough hours to almost make it worth my time. That will all come to a halt in April, and I'm now considering trying to find a second part-time job to help make ends meet. Busing tables or working in a kitchen doesn't sound as bad to me now at 51 as it did, oh, 20 years ago.

Recent TV and movies I've seen and enjoyed include the Coens' True Grit and of course Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (I know, I haven't done proper movie reviews in ages). I've begun to watch the AMC series Breaking Bad on DVD, and am liking it quite a bit so far. I actually won an autographed copy of the documentary Who is Harry Nilsson...and Why is Everybody Talkin' About Him?- autographed by the director, not by Nilsson, of course. Actually, I have Harry's autograph already, obtained years ago for me by a friend at a Beatle convention. Long story. Anyway, it's fascinating, informative, and often moving- and while I can quibble with this and that and how it is or isn't presented, I recommend it highly if you haven't seen it. As far as currently airing programs go, right now I'm loving the FX series Justified, and am looking forward to the return of HBO series Boardwalk Empire and Treme.

Musically, I took money I got for Christmas and ordered a bunch of recent albums, such as the Black Keys' Brother, Tom Petty's Mojo, Band of Horses' Infinite Arms, Justin Townes Earle's Harlem River Blues, and Paul Simon's self-titled debut. Of all the new ones, I really loved that Band of Horses the most, though they were all very good. Some better than others. My music listening habits are random and varied; I'm liable to start the day in a Prince mood and wind up listening to Jethro Tull by days' end.

I also took some of that Christmas money and ordered the first four volumes of Fantagraphics' Popeye comic strip reprints; while I had read several of them here and there over the years, and liked them a lot, I had never read a sustained run of them. I have to tell you, that is some inspired, wonderful, insane stuff. If you think you know Popeye from today's comics or the cartoons, know that this is a whole 'nother thing, like those comics and films cranked up to ten and dosed with something stronger than spinach. They're quite amazing and very enjoyable, and I haven't really gotten into the acknowledged peak of Elzie Segar's tenure yet. I'm also still getting and reading lots of comics; current favorites include Keith Giffen's Doom Patrol, which is selling poorly and probably won't be around much longer, damn it; Cullen Bunn and Brian Hurtt's Sixth Gun; Jeff Parker's entertaining Thunderbolts; Aaron and Guera's Scalped; David Hine and Moritat's surprisingly good take on The Spirit; and the Hellboy books, with a number of creators including Mike Mignola and Guy Davis, are as solid as always. Invincible Iron Man. Batgirl is intermittently interesting, as is Batman, Inc. and Booster Gold. And I know I'm forgetting some, so I'll stop now.

I'll wind this up. I don't know when I'll post here again, but hopefully it will be sooner rather than later. Thanks for reading!

Monday, July 13, 2009

"This mighty warrior whose heart beats to a distant drum."

Yep, I decided to make this its own blog post. It just seemed buried at the end of the big one yesterday, plus I wrote more than I expected to about this subject so it now seems like an adequate-size entry. So here 'tis!

I'll be reviewing the contents of my next DCBS shipment, which should arrive Friday, as soon as possible. In the meantime, I've been checking out the odd comic via...alternative means...and one such was the early 1970's attempt by Marvel to launch a series starring their then-new character Red Wolf. Marvel had introduced Wolfy as a modern-day character in the summer of 1970, in the pages of Avengers #80, part of the same diversity movement that gave us the Black Panther and the Valkyrie. I remember owning that issue, and kinda liking the character as a 10-year-old, but I did not follow him when they launched him in his own series, first via Marvel Spotlight #1, and then as the star of his own book. At some point, finding the shamanistic Native American trappings somewhat anachronistic when placed in the modern-day Marvel Universe, the decision makers decided to launch Wolfy as a different guy, and set his adventures in the Old West, at a time when Western comics were dying a slow death in the marketplace. Rather than Roy Thomas and John Buscema, who had drawn his original appearance, they assigned the scripting to the washed-up Gardner Fox, who landed at Marvel after he was kicked to the curb by DC (Mike Freidrich pitched in and scripted a fill-in issue), and drawn by another veteran, Syd Shores, who had primarily served as an inker at 60s Marvel. Shores inked himself on some of the stories to the best effect, but he was also saddled with Vince Colletta on several issues. Chic Stone and Wally Wood (on Spotlight #1) also assisted during the short (ten issues, counting Spotlight) run.

The premise was this: Wolfy was now Johnny Wakely, a Native American man whose parents were killed when he was a child by Pony Soldiers, and who was subsequently given to a white family to raise. Fortunately, the Wakelys were (mostly) good people (Fox often went out of his way to let us know that most of the crude and rude white folks were prejudiced against Injuns, even Mr. Wakely), and Wakely grew up relatively happy if quite a bit conflicted. Unfortunately, his foster parents are killed by renegade Indians, and he finds himself trapped between two worlds, both of which were responsible for the deaths of his loved ones. Eventually, he prays to "Wakan Tanka", I assume a NA name for God, and is led to try to get a job as a scout for the U.S. Cavalry at their nearby fort, and of course encounters more hostility and prejudice, especially from a Bluto-like Sergeant that picks on him every chance he gets. To Fox and Co.'s credit, the Colonel in charge of the fort is a more open-minded and reasonable sort (I think he's a character that appeared in another Marvel western title at some point), and he helps Johnny out every chance he gets. In the introductory story, Johnny finds himself on a desperate quest to return a sacred buffalo hide to a Chief and prevent an all-out range war; and it is while on this quest that he falls into the burial place of the last Red Wolf, complete with faithful wolf companion (lying there wounded) and the spirit of the Red Wolf itself, who informs him that he is now his Earthly avatar, with enhanced speed, strength, wisdom and agility, and also gets the now-recovered super wolf Lobo to help him out. Oh, and he also gets a badass coup stick (that's what they call it), which enables him to wreak havoc in a brawl. He spends the next few issues dealing with menaces both white and Native American; due to his background, he feels as if it's his duty to try to promote tolerance and keep the peace between his peoples. He faces threats such as Ursa, a strapping big buck who is to the bears as he is to the wolves, and a hired gun (who reminds me a bit of the character that Lance Henrickson played in The Quick and the Dead, except he's really as good as he says) who dresses in a hideous green ensemble. As if that wasn't duality enough, he gets two girlfriends of a sort; a white, redhaired young lady who hates injuns but has a yen for Red Wolf, against her nature, and a Native American princess. This sort of thing, along with his relations with the soldiers in the fort, makes up the first seven issues. In the hands of a more, shall we say, nuanced writer, this could have really been interesting; as is, as stiff and stilted as Fox's plots and dialogue can be, the stories move along at a pretty good clip and they're as good as much of the Marvel Western line of the time, for what it's worth. No living totems or invisible men, but diverting just the same. The real revelation is Shores' old-school art; he really shines on several of these stories, especially when he inks himself; the three pages I've posted here are examples of that. His work reminds me a lot of the stuff you'd see in pre-Marvel Atlas/Timely comics, but with more of a Kirby influence than Maneely- no surprise because he worked for them as well, along with doing some art with the King on early Captain America comics in the 40's. If anything can be described as "underrated", it's Shores' work on this book. Click the panels to see them all bigger.

At some point, someone decided that it might be better to get back to the contemporary Red Wolf character that we first met in the pages of The Avengers, and to that effect (and without warning), we get just that- in issue #7 we meet Johnny Wakely's descendant, who is fighting crime in the mean streets of the city. He gets involved with a full-blood Cherokee policewoman named "Jill Tomahawk", and it looked like Fox and co. were ready for another run...but unfortunately, #9 would be the final issue. Guess the sales boost just didn't happen.

The character's been used here and there in the MU over the last three decades, but to the best of my knowledge he hasn't headlined a book of his own since this. In the hands of a sympathetic writer, such as Jason Aaron (who does modern-day Native Americans so well in Scalped), Red Wolf might be an interesting character, I'd think. Aaron might not want to risk getting pigeonholed (probably not as likely since he's branched out with books like Ghost Rider), but heck, I'd buy it.

Friday, May 22, 2009

"When are you gonna get a REAL toy, like us?"

Back in the dim and distant days of the early 1970's, Marvel put out a number of reprint comics that featured its pre-Fantastic Four era giant monster, horror and science fiction tales, drawn by such luminaries as Jack Kirby, Steve Ditko, Don Heck, and others with scripts by Stan Lee and his brother Larry Lieber, among others. I certainly bought my share of them (or had them bought for me, actually, but hey- they were only a quarter!), and it seems one of my favorites was the double-sized Fear, notable now for being the place where the Man-Thing, and eventually Howard the Duck, premiered when the middle of the decade rolled around and Adventures in... was added to the title. I hadn't realized what a regular buyer I was until I looked at the GCDb page for this title. One issue I remember particularly well was #3, cover dated March of 1971, which kicked off with the cover story, a rip-roaring yarn pencilled by Kirby and inked by Ditko, about a comic book artist who received the gift of paints that caused the painted subject to come to life. Anyway, nestled among the nine- count 'em, nine- short stories was one which made a strong impression on me, a heartwarming (and I say that without one iota of sarcasm) little tale about a young boy who wanted nothing more in the world than a toy soldier he saw in a shop window, and how hard he worked to get it, as well as the ridicule he endured from his so-called friends for his trouble. Written by Larry Lieber (uncredited, so it may be someone else) and drawn by Steve Ditko. Whilst trawling the Net a while back, I came upon a site which offered this issue for download, and decided to share it with you (somehow, I doubt it will be reprinted anytime soon). So check it out, and of course click to embiggen. "The Lifeless Man".



Now, if I could only run across the Ditko-illustrated tale about a fellow who likes practical jokes, until one day one backfires on him...but that will be for another day. More coming, including some neat old stuff from the pages of Castle of Frankenstein magazine...

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Ah, somewhere Foster Brooks and Dean Martin are chuckling to themselves. Alcoholic humor NEVER goes out of style! That aside, this is a nicely done illustration by Darwyn Cooke, and I'm sure the mag is stuffed with fascinating reading...but the days when I could afford to add TwoMorrows magazines to my monthly order are long gone. Ditto the Comics Journal.

Anyway, managed to stop coughing and generally feeling rotten (while at the night job, yet) long enough to make out my DCBS order for books scheduled to ship in May. And just in case you care, it goes something like this:

ABE SAPIEN: THE DROWNING #4
B.P.R.D.: 1946 #5
CATWOMAN #79
UMBRELLA ACADEMY APOCALYPSE SUITE TP (Hey, I've read a lot of good word about this, even though it sounds kinda precious.)
FINAL CRISIS #1
SPIRIT #17
ALL-STAR SUPERMAN #11
100 BULLETS #91
FABLES #73
NUMBER OF THE BEAST #3 (Chris Sprouse!)
NUMBER OF THE BEAST #4 (Chris Sprouse!)
HELLBLAZER #244
NORTHLANDERS #6
SCALPED #17
HAWAIIAN DICK: SCREAMING BLACK THUNDER #6
JACK STAFF #17
DAREDEVIL #107
THE IMMORTAL IRON FIST #15
OMEGA THE UNKNOWN #8

Monday, February 11, 2008



Via Mark Evanier comes awful news: STEVE GERBER has died after his extended illness, of which we who read his blog upon occasion were aware of, but he wrote optimistically until the end, so I (at least) had no clue that he was so close.

Above I've posted just a handful of covers of comics he worked on over the last three decades, many of which were among my favorites of the periods of time in which they came out. I'll leave it to others to post the more well-known of his many credits; these are some of the books which made an impression on me.

I think I first became aware of him when he took over Daredevil and the Black Widow from Gerry Conway; I think #97 was the first. Not long after, he started writing Defenders, which I was slow to pick upon (I started around #48 or so, and I had to backtrack to read Gerber's; I think it was because I've always been so averse to Sal Buscema art), but at about the same time he did some great Man-Things, some really gnarly Tarot-themed Son of Satan stories in Marvel Spotlight, eventually (of course) Howard the Duck (another book I was slow to pick up on, can't say why) and another of my favorites, an overlooked run scripting the Guardians of the Galaxy in Marvel Presents. The subsequent decades brought the ahead-of-its-time and ended-too-soon Void Indigo for Epic/Marvel, and the fun Nevada for DC/Vertigo. One thing you could always count on in a Gerber script was that it would be sharp, smart, and inventive, and often just nuts- and there simply weren't enough of them after the 70's.

I was considering buying his most recent effort, the Dr. Fate series he was working on until the end for DC. I was thinking I'd check out the trade. I wasn't crazy about the 90's Image-style art, and I told him so in the comments of his blog when he posted some advance images from it- he was dismissive of my gripe, but not in an especially negative way, and I probably deserved worse. And that was the last time I commented there, which I kinda regret.

Anyway, he's no longer dealing with a bad illness, and that's a mercy. RIP, and thanks for all the great stories, Mr. Gerber.

Tom Spurgeon has a very thorough, and very eloquent, remembrance right here.

Thursday, February 07, 2008

A JBS EXCLUSIVE!



I recently had occasion to exchange an email or two with artist Trevor Von Eeden, and he passed these scans along to me of his latest work-in-progress: an ambitious-sounding biography of boxer Jack Johnson in which he not only plans to detail the man's life, but also comment on the issue of racial strife in our country. In his words:

My book will be the first about America's first black heavyweight champion, Jack Johnson--that was NOT written by a white man! It's my view of American Racism--from the p.o.v. of one man, who conquered Racist Early America--simply because he, himself was NOT racist! Most books talk about Jack's material successes. Mine will be about the reason behind those successes.

My book is intended to show that the heady narcotic of self-delusion that is racism, hurts BOTH the racist and his victim. An entire country bet money against the giant Jack Johnson, in favor of first Tommy Burns--a midget who was half Jack's size, then Jim Jeffries--an old man past his prime, simply because they were white, and Jack was black. I look at the films of the Burns fight, when Jack won the title, and I still can't believe that any man in his right mind would even consider betting on Burns to win! But they did--an entire country did. That's how much racism can distort a man's perception of even the most basic facts of reality.

My book deals with the solution to racism--Humanity. As far as I'm concerned, EVERY human being represents the Human Race. You can be human, or you can be racist. Simple. It's about choice, not color. "Black" racists are just as vile as "white" racists.

Here's the last sentence in Jack's Autobiography--and the reason I chose to write about him: "As I look back on the life I've led, and compare it to the lives of my contemporaries, I feel that mine has been a full life, and above all, A HUMAN LIFE." My emphasis on the last three words. That's the man I'm writing about.



To the best of my knowledge, this is one of, if not THE first, attempts at scripting by Von Eeden, and more than the art in the samples above, which is some of the most committed I've seen from him since the 1980's, it's his writing that impresses me- it's not overheated or excessive, and it gets across what he's trying to say very well. As I understand it, it's going to be 240 pages, and will be serialized at ComicMix- hopefully, it will someday see print.

Thanks to TVE for passing it along, and giving me permission to post these images.

Thursday, January 24, 2008

THESE ARE COMICS COVERS THAT CAUGHT MY EYE WHILST PERUSING DC'S APRIL SOLICITS.



AND THIS IS WHAT I WAS THINKING AS I SO PERUSED.

From the top, working my way down.

TINY TITANS #3: Aww, it's so cute. But DC can put this out, and not Sugar and Spike? Just askin'. Will I be buying? Nah. I'd buy this before I'd buy something like Superman/Batman or Salvation Run, though...

THE SPIRIT #16: Now, you all know I love me some Bruce Timm...but how the hell did the clapperboard guy avoid getting filled with bullets? Buyin'? Probably. I intend to give Evanier, Aragones and Ploog a shot.

LEGION OF SUPER-HEROES: 1,050 YEARS IN THE FUTURE TP: Hey, a Neal Adams cover! DC be kickin' it old-school. Adams must be kickin' it old-school, too because it looks a lot like figures taken from this cover and redrawn...! Wonder if my dear, sweet, much-missed Kinetix makes an appearance in one of these reprints? Buyin? Only if Zoe's in it.

JUSTICE LEAGUE OF AMERICA: THE INJUSTICE LEAGUE HC: I bet they were SO PROUD of Ian Churchill when he burst in to the editorial offices and said "See! See! Look! I can draw JUST LIKE ARTHUR ADAMS! All by myself!" He got many pats on the head for that, I'm sure, since as we know Adams can't draw everything. For some reason, I find the insanely detailed zipper on Poison Ivy's costume very amusing. Buyin'? Nah.

DETECTIVE COMICS #843: I like the helter-skelter jumble of Scarfaces with the striking red-dressed femme fatale lying in the middle. It's not particularly innovative, and for all I know will have little to do with what's inside, but I like the way this one's laid out and drawn. Dustin Nguyen, by the way. What is it with all these talented, and apparently unrelated, Nguyens in the comics world these days? Buyin'? No.

CATWOMAN #78: Ouch, babe! Selina goes Mike Tyson one better. This one may (and I can understand why) squick Ragnell out, but I kinda like it- it's a much more frenzied, more dynamic look for Adam Hughes, who usually goes for the graceful and/or static pose, in the best pinup artist tradition. Reminds me almost of Duncan Fregredo. Buyin'? Most definitely. I still think that Catwoman is DC's best ongoing superhero book, no matter how hard they try to make Pfieffer screw it up.

COUNTDOWN SPECIAL: KAMANDI, THE LAST BOY ON EARTH 80-PAGE GIANT: I'm sure they had their reasons, but I wonder why they chose the three seemingly random issues represented herein? Y'know, growing up I would buy the occasional issue of Kamandi, but never really was a big fan of what Kirby was doing with the book. Perhaps one of these days I should try to get the Archives edition that came out to see if they scan better now that I'm a theoretical adult. Personally, I wish they'd just put out a 2-volume Showcase Presents Kamandi and be done with it, and I don't think the King would mind. Really nice cover by Ryan Sook. I would totally buy a Evan Dorkin-scripted Sook-illustrated Kamandi toot sweet. Buyin'? Maybe.

CROSSING MIDNIGHT #18: I like this cover- no surprise, it's J.H. Williams III at his most painterly. Too bad about this lame-duck series; I skimmed the first couple of issues and it didn't grab me, so I haven't been buying. Lately, though, I've been mulling over picking up a trade- I mean, I trust Mike Carey on stuff like this, and always thought Jim Fern was a solid, if unspectacular, artist in his Ernie Colon style. Buyin'? Nope!

BIRDS OF PREY #117: OH, I SEE HOW IT IS. If I wanna read about Manhunter, DC tells me, then I gotta buy BoP, which I've always found dull and unexciting. WELL. Sorry, DC, no will do. It's either Manhunter in her own book or nothing. Buyin'? Uh...no.

THE ALL NEW ATOM #22: Here's another title which I ignored at first, but have read so much about that now I'm kinda thinking about picking up the first trade perhaps, just to sample. I'm sure it's been through a dozen writers and artists since then, though, so I don't know what good that will do me but my blogosphere brethren sure have made me curious! I see here where Strange Girl's Rick Remender is taking over the scripting chores, which doesn't exactly dust my ruffle, and new artist Pat Ollife may be a "fan-favorite penciller" but his stuff looks like every other DC and Marvel art drone of the last 10 years to me, so meh. Talk about someone who's overlooked, though- Jose Ladronn, the cover artist, turns out brilliant cover after brilliant cover, and nobody says a word. This one reminds me a lot of classic paperback novel cover art. Buyin'? Nah.

Finally,
AMERICAN SPLENDOR SEASON TWO #1. While I've never been an avid reader of Pekar's previous work, I did enjoy much of Season One. I probably won't buy this, but I like that Philip Bond cover for some reason- well, besides the fact that it's Bond, of course, and I usually always like his stuff. Buyin'? Definitely maybe not.


I think I'll take a stab at Marvel, Image, Dark Horse, and so on later. Ta!

Monday, November 26, 2007



Hey! This blogging stuff is contagious!

Anyway, I wanted to share this image, which was set to be the cover to Dark Horse's Starstruck: The Expanded Universe #5- which of course never saw print. It is of course by Mike Kaluta, who graciously sent it to me when I couldn't see it at the Kaluta Yahoo! Group, which you should all belong to.

He also stated in a post to the community (which he often does) that he and Elaine Lee are still interested in bringing Starstruck to a satisfactory conclusion someday, but haven't been able to find a publisher that would agree to publish/republish it the way they want it (i.e., in color).


Looking at DC's solicitations for March, I noticed, much to my surprise, that SHOWCASE PRESENTS: PHANTOM STRANGER VOL. 2 was among the solicited. Having enjoyed the first one, especially the stories early in the run that I hadn't owned and read, I am happy to see it.

This one will start off with a bang- issues 22-24, by Len Wein (still PS' best writer) and Jim Aparo, are the concluding chapters of their Dark Circle saga, and are probably the Stranger's finest published hour. #25 is by Wein and Aparo too, but is just a mystery story that smacks of inventory, and marks their final issue. #26, which you might recall from my Spawn of Frankenstein post series, (Imageshack seems to have lost a couple of the scans, which annoys me no end) was the big grande finale for that era. After that, a whole new writer and artist came on board- the late Arnold Drake and unknown Filipino Gerry Talaoc, and that ushered in a long period in which for all practical purposes the Stranger became another Cain & Abel-style horror host, introducing, and even once in a while participating in a passive fashion in, stories which pretty much seemed to be recycled House of Mystery/Secrets fare. It was during this period that I first discovered the character and the book, at a drugstore in nearby Cave City. I still vaguely recall the day- I was scanning the racks, looking for something different, and noticed the cover to #31; why this caught my eye I can't say, especially when I had failed to notice other issues of the Stranger in the past. Regardless, I bought it, read it, and liked it enough to get #32 (the contents of which I don't remember to this day) and more importantly I got interested in the pre-#31 run, which was not easy to find in those pre-comics shop and internet days, believe you me. By #33, fan reaction to the new Rod Serling Stranger was pretty much uniformly hostile- if the letters pages were any indication- so they gradually began to make PS more of an active participant in the stories, even having guest stars such as Deadman pop up. Eventually, David Michelinie and a young turk named Paul Levitz ended up writing the book, even attempting to create an ongoing continuity of sorts with a recurring villain, something which the book hadn't had since Tannarak and Tala- before it finally got canned with issue #41. It was the first time in a few years that I had had a comic that I regularly bought and liked get cancelled, the previous instance being the Adams/Thomas X-Men in the late 60's. Kinda messed with me at the time, but I soon grew to get used to it.

Besides, PS kept popping up in titles like Justice League; this volume also features the Stranger's not-bad first appearance in issue #103- I was buying Justice League at the time and it was written by Len Wein, so it was triply cool. Also included are two Brave and the Bold appearances, only one of which (#98) I've read, and a late 70's House of Secrets, which seemed to be a testing-of-the-waters for a PS comeback, but apparently it didn't impress. While the art was by Gerry Talaoc, the script was by Gerry Conway, who was utterly mediocre on his previous stint on the character. I used to have this one, but don't anymore and couldn't tell you what it was about to save my life.

So, anyway, SHOWCASE PRESENTS: PHANTOM STRANGER VOL. 2. Supposedly coming out in March. I'm geeked for it.

And yeah, I know- this is a comics post. Am I already coming out of retirement? Stay tuned.