DC Comics and Me # 5
Today I resume this interminable trek through the overgrown pathways of my brain as I recollect on my time as a reader of DC Comics.
Before we go back to the past, let's take a look at the present. What do I have on my pull list from DC?
|Art by Nicola Scott & Trevor Scott (no relation!)|
|Art by Freddie Williams III|
Adventures of Superman
|Art by Chris Samnee|
|Art by Jonathan Case|
|Art by Greg Capullo|
And....that's it. I'm down to 5 DC titles. Well, 6 if I count Sandman: Overture from Vertigo. Since I've only seen one issue so far, please understand if I forget I'm getting it. And with The Movement going, that's down to 4 (or 5. C'mon, Gaiman!)
I'm starting to turn my attention to other publishers and we'll talk about that at another time. But since this post is about DC Comics and Me and I've raved about the two Batman titles I'm getting, let me turn backward to those long ago days when a young Dave-El ventured forth to see what was packed into the squeaky spinner rack at Dameron Drug.
Here was my first Batman comic.
|Art by Nick Cardy|
In retrospect, it was not a great beginning, Denny O'Neil shoehorning the Penguin into his edgier take on the Batman. Somewhere along the line, Talia A Ghul shows up as part of the Penguin's plot. Of course, this was my first Batman comic so I didn't know who any of these people were. And I thought it was so cool!
Remember how part of my appeal with Superman was the idea of Clark Kent having this super secret underneath? There's a sequence in this Batman story where Dick Grayson is walking across campus when he has to spring into action as Robin. OK, Grayson's in college and I'm in grade school but my mind jumped over that gap and put myself in the middle of that action. As much as I pretended I was like Clark Kent with a Superman underneath, I knew deep down I wasn't Superman. But Robin? Robin's just a dude with a bitchin' cape! I could rock a cape like that! Well, I could.
Irv Novick could draw one hell of a cape!
While Batman reprints could be a bit of a mixed bag, this particular issued featured two stories that really stuck with me. After just imagining I could be Robin in the new lead story, the reprint of "Hunt For a Robin Killer" kind of unnerved me as I saw the Boy Wonder get the crap beat out of him and Batman going a rampage to avenge him. And "Die Small, Die Big" where someone everyone ignored becomes crucial to saving the Batman's life. A powerfully written and drawn story.
But a lot of reprints see to cast the Batman as a square jawed police officer. No, the guy I knew was the real Batman was the one by O'Neil and Novick.
|Art by Irv Novick & Frank McLaughlin|
Next time on DC Comics and Me:
Who the hell is David V Reed? And a laughing fish shows us the way.