Favorite '80s Comic Series: Strikeforce Morituri
Favorite '80s Hairstyle: Mullet (also, Fe-Mullet)
Favorite Decade: '80s
You know that clique of guys who play Dungeons & Dragons a lot and are really into it? You know that one guy whose character was a wizard who so desperately believed that if he roleplayed hard enough he would someday be able to fire-ball your a-- straight to hell? You know the guy . . . in my corner of the world, his name was Stanley. In England, his name is Dr. G. Michael Vasey (hereinafter referred to as “Doc,” because that’s what I call PhDs).
I just read Issue #1 of the new, 4-issue limited series Tabatha by T-Publications . . . and damn. Just damn (in a good way). Why don’t I tell you about it?
It’s written by Neil Gibson (www.neilgibsoncomics.com - totally worth checking out), with art by Caspar Wijngaard (Pencil, Inks) and Anja Poland/Caspa Wijngaard (Coloring), and lettering by Comicraft. The story is compelling. A loser(ish) mailman encounters the usual stuff to show us what a loser he is (stutters in front of the hot girl, gets picked on by his boss, encounters obese/naked/awkward folks in their houses, and gets threatened/yelled at by old ladies). A day in the life of a nerd, right? From here, I expected the story could take several turns:
When I rolled out of bed this afternoon, I was feeling a bit under the weather. Lesson learned: never try to out drink someone who talks like a pirate. I staggered to the kitchen and threw together three key ingredients (4 really) on some Wonder Bread, and now I feel almost human. Human enough to write this review anyway. I gotta tell you, a Bacon, Lettuce, and Tomato (with Mayo) can really take the edge off of an epically bad idea of a night. It’s like magic food.
Where am I going with this? Killogy’s trade paperback is coming out, and I’m going to tell you if you should read it or not. It’s written by Alan Robert. It’s illustrated by Alan Robert. It makes comic review writing easier when there is only 1 guy involved in a comic: thank you, Mr. Robert, for simplifying my painful afternoon. Also, thank you for your “comfort food comic.”
So, as an upwardly mobile Guest Contributor, I ambitiously took on The Hollows to show my editor, my audience, and me that I could rise to the enviable and much sought after title of “Comic Book Editor.” I may have bitten off more than I could chew, as The Hollows leaves me conflicted and dissatisfied. Let’s talk.
Let’s be honest. You don’t know me. I’m the new Guest Contributor, and for all you know I cut my teeth reviewing which Care Bear is the cutest and commenting on the new gay romance in Archie and how that has any impact on the genre known as comics. So, let’s cover a few things very quickly:
1. I’m not a professional (or even an amateur writer); this is my stream of consciousness, as twisted as it sometimes is.
2. I am not a Fanboy. That is, I don’t always know who wrote what, or who inked who or whatever. I’m a purist in that I read (and have read for decades) comics ‘cause I like them. If I fall in love with a particular artist or writer, it’s because what they did rocked my world so much that I actually read the front cover of the comic . . . which almost never happens.
3. I am not a hipster. I read mainstream comics that many of my counterparts may consider bourgeois. Get over it.
So, back to A Tale of the Golem. It’s pretty good: Crafted as a teaser, interesting characters, and a pretty straightforward (predictable, so far) story. This isn’t a bad thing, assuming you want a good, traditional story.